#bc i didn't sleep well and now i have to get through another day without any energy

[upsidedownmvnson]

dungeons and douchebags | eddie munson

where eddie munson kills your dnd character out of spite & you end up in the hospital in the same day. eddie, of course, blames only himself.

full fic of this blurb :)

AN: i named the third guy keith bc he needed a name, and if his role was pre-established im SORRY but hes a mage. a lot of the dnd stuff im sure is wrong and doesnt work but let me live

also i love this so u should to

also also I KNOW ITS A SHITTY THING FOR A DM TO DO - thats the point

Eddie’s annoyed with you when you’re not on time for Hellfire.

You know he’s sensitive about starting on time, but still you were running late again, even though this time you promised it would be different, and you would even be early.

And Eddie had foolishly believed you again. It hurt especially, because even though you were just friends, Eddie was so painfully in love with you. All day every day, he was pining, yearning, longing. You were on his mind all the time, and you... you couldn't even bother to be on time for Hellfire.

When he begged you to be on time earlier in the day, he had made sure to mention that it would mean a lot to him if you were on time. And he thinks that if you love him back, you'll definitely care when he communicates something like that.

He knows he shouldn't let himself feel like this, but every Friday he's reminded that he's not special to you. He's not the one person you're always on time for. Eddie thinks, somehow, that if you're on time for Hellfire, well then maybe you like him too. It's silly, but it's what he does. It gets more painful as time goes on and you're still not there.

The mood slowly shifts to something tense as time ticks on. You’re always a couple minutes late but nearly an hour? Eddie is painfully frustrated, and his feelings are hurt. Eddie has overthught himself to a dramatic conclusion that you've decided you're above Hellfire.

While the party chats on totally unaware, barely even recognizing that they still haven't started, Eddie thinks you've looked in the mirror and recognized that you're better than them. That you can, and should, have everything and everyone you want. He thinks you'll want to be with a jock. Or maybe a cheerleader. He thinks you've decided not to love him.

In a fit of self pity and rage, he decides to leave your character behind, so the party left you alone, sleeping in a cave.

"Attention," Eddie says, "the sun is rising. It's time to pack your bags and move on."

Dustin looks confused, "where's y/n?"

"Who knows?" Eddie tries to look unamused to hide his pain, but it slips, and ends up just looking angry.

Eddie rolls a perception check for you to see if you wake up. He rolls an 18. And with your build you would've noticed the group leaving without you. Eddie is still think about you in the arms of a jock. "She fails." Eddie looks at the group with an evil grin. "You leave the camp unnoticed."

As the game goes on, Eddie feels crappy. He's never cheated like that before. Like, sure, he's changed a roll or two to make the plot better, or to not totally kill one of his players because some random NPC got a nat 20. That was his right as DM. But... leaving you like that was less than cool.

But even worse, when they return to the cave later, you're stuck in a bandit situation. Eddie really, truly, genuinely expected the party to save you. Except, one thing led to another, and you were stabbed through stomach, making you bleed out. Normally, this is where you'd roll your life saving throws.

It wasn't really supposed to play out like that. But he didn't expect the party to roll such terrible throws, all of them accidently leaving you defenseless. Eddie kinda feels bad, but you hurt him first.

What he doesn't expect is Steve Harrington bursting into the drama room, looking frenzied, just a few moments later. The party halts. The last thing happening in the game was the party finishing off the last bandit, and running to your aid. But now, they were all just staring at Steve. Eddie approached his friend, worried about the look in Steve’s eyes.

Steve stood up straight, and cleared his throat. Weakly he says, “something terrible happened.”

And then Steve tells them all about your car accident, and Eddie feels sick. His knees buckle, and Steve has to hold him up. He’s totally disoriented by this news. He feels his heartbeat pounding behind his eyes, and his ears ring loudly, barely registering the panicked talking going on around him

“They're alive,” Steve was shouting, but because people weren’t letting him talk, he had to keep shouting it over the hundred questions. They wouldn't be able to handle it. Not again. Not when Max still hasn't woken up. “Eddie? Can you hear me buddy?”

But Eddie was in shock. He was blaming himself. He killed you.

“Can you walk? I'll drive you,” Steve says, as Gareth searches Eddie's pockets for the keys to the van. “Dustin, get over here, help me get Eddie to the car.” Eddie overhears Jeff tell everyone to meet at the van.

As soon as they get moving, the adrenaline starts pumping through Eddie’s body. He was suddenly able to break free of his friends' aid and pick up his pace, and the three of them ran through the school and into the parking lot. The dim light Steve parked by was flickering, putting a weak spotlight on Eddie as he tugged the door handle on the passenger seat

“Let me unlock it,” Steve snapped, fumbling the keys in his hand. He dropped them, the pressure of Eddie’s stare was kinda terrifying. He got the door open and unlocked the others.

When they were in the car, Eddie was finally alert, if anything overaware.

“What the fuck is going on?” he snapped.

No one said anything. There was nothing they could say that would make Eddie feel better, or calm down. Steve sped out of the parking lot, blowing the stop sign. He really shouldn't have, given the whole reason you were in the hospital.

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut. This wasn't happening. He was wrong. He was being petty and he was hurt because he thought you were being a dick but you were - he was gunna throw up - you were somewhere bleeding. While he was busy killing you, you were actually laying on the asphalt after a violent car crash. And he was thinking you're an asshole

“Their character died,” Eddie said, “I've killed them.”

“It's not gunna happen,” Steve said, gripping the steering wheel. It was a statement he couldn't back up.

At the hospital, Eddie barely waited for the car to stop before he was running inside, tripping over his own feet as he rushed to get to you. dustin was hot on his trail and steve was parking the car.

Eddie saw Nancy with Jonathan over by the nurse's station, and when Nancy saw him, she came hustling over, putting her hands on Eddie's arms. Dustin spoke quietly with Jonathan in the background.

“Relax,” she said, “please breath. They’re okay right now, they’re in surgery, and it's going really well, okay?”

“Wheeler?” Eddie asked, eyes filling with tears he had no control over.

“It has to be fine,” Nancy said, “sit with me.” Nancy Wheeler was not going to lose another friend today. Not again.

And with no other options he listened, following Nancy to an uncomfortable plastic chair that squeaked when he sat. Nancy held his hand over the stiff arm rests, but he didn't find any comfort. He didn't think he would until he was with you again.

Jonathan sat beside Nancy, giving her a sad smile and handing her a bitter coffee. He sat quietly, letting Nancy give Eddie her attention. Dustin sat on the other side of Eddie, also opting to stay quiet. What was anyone supposed to say?

Honestly, the only thing Eddie wanted to hear was your voice.

Nothing changed for the first two days. But on the third day, the only change was in Eddie. He went from sitting quietly by your side to scribbling stuff in a notebook like a crazy person. He would also dip out to go use a library computer, or "check on some things," as he explained to Nancy.

Her and Steve were mutually concerned about Eddie's state. He was constantly babbling about saving you, and how he's figured it out they just have to succeed.

Everyone else got a chance to be worried when they got a call Tuesday saying there was a mandatory Hellfire meeting and anyone not in attendance would be left behind, and unwelcome for the rest of the campaign. He couldn't risk a single missing member. Not with the stakes...

Tuesday evening, Gareth, Jeff, and Keith are the first to arrive. They are curious as to what the hell their bandmate had cooked up, but they were more worried than excited. Eddie hadn't exactly been himself the last couple of days.

They don't expect a set up even more elaborate than usual. The lights are red and blue, making the room feel eerie, and small.

"Welcome to Hell," Eddie said, grinning and holding his arms open wide.

Gareth and Jeff exchanged a look, but were too nervous to speak. Eddie didn't want to explain the objective twice, so he waited for the rest of the party to arrive before he said anything, but the look in his eye feels sinister. His friends suddenly realized how truly fucked Eddie would be if anything happened to you.... like... for keeps.

When the rest of the party is there, they look to Eddie expectantly, but he just continues to smile like a maniac and tells everyone to take their seats. Dustin is confused to see Steve Harrington sneak into the room and lean against the wall.

"I cheated," he says when he has the attention of the flock, "y/n didn't fail the perception check, and therefore their death wasn't fair. However, death is death. So we're going to have to bring them back."

Dustin notices that Steve Harrington's presence is not explained.

Nancy sits at your bedside like she has for the better part of the last four days. She holds a book in one hand, and the other rests casually beside you, near your hand. She looks at you, and then her hand. She gets a supernatural chill.

She puts her book down, and speaks your name quietly, looking for any sign of life from you. One more day of your glass features and she was going to crumble. Nancy shakes the bizarre feeling from her head, and pats your hand.

She shocked when you're ice cold to the touch. She recoils, pulling away fast. But after the initial shock fades, she touches you again. There was no way that was right, right? You were freezing. What the hell was that about? Nancy starts a search for a blanket to warm you up.

A mage freezes your body. The party scavenges for anything that can help and then leave the cave, your frozen body in tow. Another player can't make life saving throws for you, so they were thinking outside the box. They would take you deep, deep into an ancient necromancer's lair, and steal the resurrection stone from around his neck.

Nancy returns with a simply grey blanket, and a very friendly nurse. They had gotten to talking, and Nancy has simply explained how cold you had been, having not thought too much of it. The nurse, Sophie, had decided to come check it out too.

"Oh my gosh," Sophie says, feeling the ice cold skin. "Oh my gosh, she's like ice!"

And leaves Nancy feeling a little worried as she scurries out of the room. It was like she'd never seen anything like it. Nancy feels uneasy, and makes a quick phone call from your bedside phone. Jonathan picks up, and as soon as he hears the concern in her voice, he's on the way.

Nancy hangs up, picks the phone back up, and calls Steve. He picks up on the first ring.

"Something is like... actually happening over here," she whispers, shocked to even be saying it.

"No shot," he says, nearly laughing at the idea. He whispers the next part so the group doesn't hear anything, "I thought we agreed Eddie was just crazy, and this whole 'saving her character will save her' was just to show him that he didn't cause all this."

"I know we did," she said, "but y/n is cold as ice."

Eddie's voice booms as he narrates the perilous journey. After trap rooms, fighting devil dogs, two gargoyles, and a Molydeus that nearly killed Mike. They had made it into the inner sanctum, but had all failed to roll perception upon entering, and set off a fire trap. One that melted the spell on you, leaving you warm enough to die. "Hurry!" Dustin shouted, "engage the necromancer! Hit 'em with everything we got."

Nancy is already back into her book, Jonathan sitting on the floor beside her, leaning his head against the armrest, while she dangles a dainty arm over his shoulder, letting it lay relaxed on his chest. A single beep draws her attention. She notices something different, but she can't say what. Your cheeks are rosy.

Nancy brings her hand off of Jonathan, drawing his attention too. She puts a cool hand against your forehead, and is again shocked by how you feel. You're burning up. You're fucking hot. Like boiling. Nancy runs to find Sophie again.

The turn is Keith's, his mage more powerful than the others, but instead turns his attention to your character. "I cast flesh to stone on y/n!" the mage shouts. "She'll die if she stays like this." "Roll for it!" "18!" "Pass!" Your body is frozen again, this time encased in stone. Another stall, and Eddie knows the party is running out of time.

"You have to feel her head," Nancy says, speed walking with the bubbly nurse hot on her trail. Sophie complies, and gasps.

"It's not possible," she says quietly, "I'm getting the doctor. There's something strange about your friend."

Nancy looks down at you, and jumps out of her skin when the machines start beeping wildly. All of them making different noises, all of them loud. Sophie rushes back in, with more staff behind her. Nancy and Jonathan are ushered out of the room by a woman who explains that you're in a code blue, which means they have to resuscitate you.

Nancy looks around the white hallway. She's overwhelmed and underpaid.

"Stay here," she tells her boyfriend. "This is crazy!"

But she runs off before she explains anything else. She's after a phone, which she finds with no trouble. She fishes a quarter out of her pocket, and uses it to call Steve again. He picks up as fast as last time, desperate for something other than watching dnd.

"Whatever they're doing, tell them to hurry up!" she's shouting, drawing the attention of patients and staff around her. "Something's happening! She's not breathing!"

The necromancer stands injured. The party cornering him, making him cower. He trembles, and begs for his life. He explains that the party came to his home, killed his people, and now wish to rip off the very thing that keeps him alive. "I stab him through the heart, and I take the necklace." Dustin says. As he looks at Steve, he thinks he understands what's going on. "Roll." "For what?" "Dexterity." Dustin rolls his die. The table is silent. The little D20 lands. the group erupts when they see the Nat 20 he rolled, effectively grabbing the necklace and throwing it around your neck from a metre away like horseshoe. As it lands on you, the ground shifts under the party's feet. Everyone stares in silence, both in the campaign and real life. Your character opens her eyes, coughs, and rises.

The party roars to life at the table, cheering at a job well done and slamming hands on the table in excitement. But the cheers are short lived, silence coats the room but this one is different. It's serious, eery. They can see that Steve looks worried, and he's trying to get Nancy to answer him, but he's getting nothing. looking at Steve expectantly. Apparently, everyone had figured out what the plan was. They all knew they were trying to wake you up. Steve says nothing. Just hangs up the phone, looking up with a disappointed frown.

"The line went dead."

Steve is once again driving Eddie to the hospital. And he's a nervous wreck. You're like schrodinger's cat. Eddie doesn't know if you're alive or not. He chews on the side of his thumb during the entire ride. The rest of the club was waiting patiently in the drama room. Eddie and Steve promised to call as soon as they knew anything.

Eddie can't fucking breath as he sprints down the hospital hallways, ignoring every sign and person telling him not to. He doesn't care. He has to get to you.

Wheeler is outside your room talking to a doctor, but with her back to him he couldn't see the bright, beautiful smile on her face talking excitedly about your miraculous recovery. Eddie runs right passed her to your room, and uses the doorframe to propel himself in, scaring both you and Jonathan who had been sitting quietly.

You look pale, and there are bags under your eyes. But you're sporting a weak smile, shaky hands holding a cup of lime jello. Eddie can't help but smile. You're awake, sitting up, and smiling at him. He has to laugh at the like, ten empty jello packages. Jonathan slips out the door without a word, and Eddie takes his seat by your bed.

"I was so fuckin' scared," Eddie says, tears falling from his eyes before he could even process it. He hadn't realized.

You hold your hand out for him and whisper, "Eddie," and he looks up, puppy dog eyes glossy with lingering tears, and heartbreaking to see. He takes your hand. "You didn't do this."

And he cries harder, leaning down and holding your hand to his forehead and begging your forgiveness anyway. "I did," he cries, "out of spite and jealousy, I tried to hurt you, and I did. I let them leave you alone. I made them and I cheated-"

"-Eddie-"

"-and you should've seen the party-"

"-Eddie, seriously-"

"-leaving because you totally passed the, ow, hey!"

You had flicked him on the nose, his babbling giving you no other choice, but as usual he was being dramatic, you hadn't actually hurt him at all.

"Eddie, stop, and listen to me," you say, "you didn't do this. You're not actually all powerful, you know that, right?"

"But-"

"But nothing," you say, smiling. "But Nancy told me that you saved me so no hard feelings."

Eddie smiles back at you, letting you wipe the tears leftover on his flushed cheeks. He leans into your touch and your heart swells. In your mind, you beg him to kiss you. You beg and plead and hope that this will be the time he makes a move.

He knows this is his chance, he leans closer to you, slowly, gauging your reaction. "Is this okay?" he whispers, when he's just an inch from your lips. You feel his breath as he speaks and you can't resist, pushing yourself forward to close the gap. And he kisses you like he's kissed you a hundred times before. Like he already knows everything you will like, even before you do. His lips are so fucking soft against yours, all plush and warm and taking over your senses.

"Well, I guess I can tell the others that you're fine," Steve says, and Eddie pulls away from you. His sudden absence is cold.

"I saved her," Eddie says, grinning. "Nancy said so."

the hair on the back of will's neck having a disco party during this entire fic

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fiction #stranger things s4 #stranger things #stranger things 4

[ventishipwindows]

Emotional Support Wisps

Tags: Established relationship (Venti x gn!reader), sick reader, wind wisps comforting u bc venti isn't there for like half of it, mild emetophobia warning (just a mention), NOT beta read, or edited at all tbh, im bad at tagging sorry

Author's Notes: uh yea this has been sitting in my drafts for a couple days, it's self-indulgent bullshit bc i had a massive headache the other day but. idk someone can enjoy this maybe??

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Venti had known something was wrong first. He'd seen it in your eyes, that little glimmer of pain behind them you'd refused to acknowledge. He'd offered to stay home to keep any eye on you if you weren't feeling good, concerned you might be coming down with something. 

You had waved it off, told him you were fine. Said it was just a little headache, nothing too big to worry about.

You were regretting that now. That tiny inkling of a headache had evolved into an agonizing migraine. You'd pulled the curtains to your window closed, put a blanket over your eyes to keep the light out, and laid down in bed waiting for it to pass. 

Time seemed to crawl on, that splitting pain in your head seeming to do nothing more than continue, and it only worsened when your stomach started to churn with nausea. It was almost enough to push you to try and use the wind to get Venti's attention, but you knew he was probably still performing right now, and decided not to bother him.

However, even though you didn't call out to him directly, he had a sense something was off. He always could tell when something was wrong with you, his beloved Windblume, and he knew it was worse than you'd let on. Not that he could just leave mid-performance - not without you chewing him out and saying it wasn't that serious - but he could send a few... little friends to try and help in his place. He was sure they'd be convinced quite easily if he offered them a few apples afterwards. 

And so, even with your eyes covered by that blanket, you could feel a few tiny bodies snuggling up to you. You recognized the little inquisitive chirps instantly - wind wisps. They must have snuck in through the open window. You'd seen them with Venti before, but never gotten  quite close enough to touch one before.

Their bodies were soft, almost velvety to the touch, and their little wings fluttered gently as they chirped again. One of them seemed to be right beside your head, using its feathered wings to blow a breeze at you. It seemed to hit the exact spot where the pain was the worst, and the breeze was just cool enough to give you a bit of relief. 

One of them curled up on your chest, and another pressed its little face against your cheek as if to reassure you. You didn't need words for you to understand what the wisps were telling you - that you'd be okay, that this would pass and they'd be here for you.

You reached out very carefully to touch the one pressed against your cheek, gently stroking its little head. It made a cheerful little tinkling noise that reminded you of a wind-chime, softly brushing the feathers of its wings against your palm. 

The wisps were right. Eventually the pain in your head seemed to ease, and that awful twisting nausea in your stomach seemed to dissipate as well. Just enough that you felt like you could fall asleep, and hope that when you woke up, you'd feel better. 

The wisps didn't seem to mind that idea, and as if they read your mind seemed to press closer to you in encouragement. They seemed to be telling you to sleep, that you needed to rest to feel better. They even started to make quiet noises, like tiny little purrs, to soothe you more.

Eventually, with the wisps' soft bodies pressed up against you, you couldn't help but close your eyes fully and let yourself drift off to sleep. The wisps were there, a comforting presence that made you feel safe, and even loved, somehow. You wondered briefly if Venti would be home by the time you woke up from your nap. 

.o.O.o.

You're woken up by a soft kiss on the forehead. Just a gentle brush of lips against your skin, barely enough to wake you from your sleep and get you to open your eyes.

When you do open your own eyes, a familiar pair of green ones is looking down at you. Venti is back, sitting on the bed beside you and looking down at both you and the wisps sleeping beside you with a gentle smile.

"Are you feeling any better, Windblume?" He asks, quietly, as if he's worried being too loud will make the headache return.

You don't want to sit up just yet - the wisps look so peaceful, and it feels wrong to wake them. But you look up at him, and you realize that you do feel much better now. Like the migraine from before was nothing more than a bad dream - and maybe you'd assume it was, if not for the tiny little bodies curled up beside you. 

"Did you send the wisps to check on me?" You ask him, your voice a little quieter than usual, too - probably because you just woke up. 

A hint of a blush colors his cheeks, and he laughs quietly before responding with, "Well, I couldn't leave you all alone when you were in pain, could I?"

You can't help but smile at that, carefully sitting up to try and disturb the wisps as little as possible before planting a kiss on his cheek. "They did a very good job at making me feel better."

His blush darkened at the kiss on his cheek, although he met your smile with one of his own. "I was hoping they could, at least until I got home." And with that, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug - and dislodging the wisps, who chirped in protest before snuggling back up to you two and promptly resuming their naps.

You couldn't help but relax into the hug, too, resting your head on Venti's chest as he began to gently stroke your hair, twirling a few strands around his slender fingers.

"You can rest a little longer, Windblume. I'll be here to watch over you." 

#genshin impact #genshin venti #venti x reader #wind wisps #writing #my writing :>

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

I thought of this while falling asleep, so stick with me.

I have a very specific image in my head of jisung/chan/noona laying in bed all day and struggling with their mental health, like depresh sesh fr. And then seungmin sees it after he went to school and came back and they were in the same position. (Especially chan, bc we know he has experienced depression irl). So seungmin texts the pack and everyone goes into help the sad mode. Felix makes baked goods and lays with them, Minho makes dinner and makes sure they drink water (he knows when he doesn't need to be a snarky baby, so he lets them live), hyunjin helps with self care and gets them to shower, changbin talks to them and tries to get to the root of the issue, jeongin tries to get them to play games with him or just cuddles up to them and holds them tight like Felix. (Babies) at the end of the night, everyone is piled up in someone's bed watching a kdrama.

Also, ig i could ask the pack this too. If someone is being seriously depressed, how does everyone help? Who usually has the worst of it, if you wanna answer?

(This is so sweet. Thank you for sharing. Because as someone who struggles with mental health (as most of us do!) this was so comforting to read and imagine and take into consideration. <3)

Triggers (only discussed, nothing specific but please take care of yourself): Self Harm, Depression, Anxiety, Mental Illness, Suicide

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"This is a serious ask." Changbin remarks somberly, lips drawing into a thin, pressed line.

"It is," Chan agrees, nodding. "But it's also incredibly important to talk about. But first-" He gives a soft little smile. "I wanna give all of you guys a big hug and tell you you're doing your absolute best-no matter where you are on your journey-that we're proud of you, and we love you."

He settles back into his seat, folding his hands into his lap, glancing around at the other members of the pack.

"Is there anyone who feels comfortable discussing this? Or would you like me to go first?"

You glance to him. "I think we've all talked about this amongst each other before, but I don't know if we've ever really talked about it outside of the pack. So maybe it's best you go first, Channie."

He nods once and lets out a long breath between his lips. "Okay. Well, I've had a long, hard road of mental health struggles, it's not a secret I don't believe." He pauses for a moment, gathering his words, and then continues. "I've always had bouts of depression, but it got a lot worse when I moved from Australia to Korea to study."

"I was alone, I didn't know anyone, I was just a kid. I felt like no one cared, like I was adrift without anyone or anything to support me. I turned to school and music and producing to try and fill the void, but the weight of the darkness was increasing, and none of those things felt like enough."

You reach out silently and cover his hand with your own. He gives you a slight smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, and squeezes your fingers between his own gratefully.

"It got so bad, eventually I never left the studio-I didn't eat, I didn't sleep, I didn't take care of myself. At my lowest, I seriously considered just being done with it all. No one would miss me anyway. At least that's what I'd convinced myself-and the depression agreed."

He blows another long sigh out through his teeth, and the pain in his dark eyes is heartbreaking.

"But-" He shifts, sitting up straighter and shaking off some of the heaviness, glancing to Changbin now. "-Then some asshole convinced me to partner up with him for a semester project."

Changbin shrugs and gives a rueful half grin in response. "What can I say? I wanted the best."

Chan gives a little chuckle, shaking his head slightly at the other alpha's teasing. "The depression didn't go away. The weight didn't just disappear over night. But over time, I realized that maybe I did have something, was really someone, that people would miss. At least, certain people that mattered."

He glances around at all of you now, affection flashing across his features, and he gives your hand another squeeze.

"It's still hard some days. I still get too in my head, the darkness never really disappears, it just takes the back seat for awhile, but I've learned how to cope with it better, to turn to people I trust for help, instead of withdrawing and being alone and letting it consume me."

"We're proud of you, Christopher." Minho states plainly, and you can see how much the words mean to Chan as they settle like a blanket around his shoulders.

"Anyway-" Chan gives a little laugh, the tips of his ears going red, as he shifts and rakes a hand through his curls. "Enough about me, someone else go."

"No, but wait-" You stop him, and he glances at you curiously. "-I think it's important to talk about and realize the triggers, the tells, of someone you know and love when it comes to mental health. Because sometimes, when they feel the darkness creeping back in, they can't vocally express that need for help."

Chan nods thoughtfully. "Very true."

"Hyung has very specific tells." Changbin adds, studying Chan. "He starts to withdraw, he spends a hell of a lot more time alone-in the studio, his room, etc.-which leads to him not taking care of himself. He gets quiet, like he's in his head and not with us, and I think everyone's gotten to the point where they can tell 'regular Chan quiet' from 'overthinking, sinking Chan quiet.'"

Chan is nodding again, shooting the other alpha a wordless, grateful look.

"Jisung and I both struggle incredibly with anxiety and panic attacks." You bring up next, looking to the beta, who is nodding beside Changbin. "Although, just because we have the same diagnosis, it doesn't mean our triggers or even our symptoms are the same."

"Yeah-" Jisung agrees, jumping in. "It's important to note that you can struggle from the same mental issues as someone else, and still realize that that doesn't mean you know anything about what the other person is going through. A similar diagnosis can look completely different for someone else."

"In my case, my anxiety revolves around uncertainty and the 'what ifs', and certain scenarios are really triggering for me." You continue, giving Jisung a breather before you give him the option to express his feelings. "If someone is later than normal getting home from school or work, I panic, coming up with all the worst case scenarios in my head until I can't breathe."

"Communication is absolutely key for you and the type of anxiety you struggle with." Chan agrees, nodding.

"Yeah, we've implemented check ins or communication methods when someone is going to be late or somewhere unexpected." You nod, giving Chan a little half smile. "It's really helped, and I really appreciate you guys doing that for me, even if it feels silly."

"Hey, Hyunjin-hyung never has to check in." Jeongin suddenly complains, as if he's only now just realized.

You grin. "Hyunjin is always late, so I've just come to expect it."

Hyunjin smirks like a cat, all sharp teeth and feline eyes. "You know me so well, baby."

Jisung takes in a deep breath, and you take that as his silent signal that he's ready to discuss his own struggles now.

You glance to him, and give him a little encouraging nod.

"On the other hand, I have a hard time with anxiety and panic attacks in social situations, or when dealing with crowds. I don't like to be around a lot of people that I don't know."

Changbin reaches over and stops the beta's nervous twisting of his hands in his lap, giving him a little warm smile.

Jisung steels himself with the alpha's encouragement and goes on. "I don't like feeling like people are counting on me, or expecting something from me that I can't give. In social situations, there's too many variables and too many unknowns, and I feel like I'm guaranteed to fail no matter what I do."

"The buddy system is a great way to help Sungie when he's feeling anxious." Felix interjects, giving the beta a dazzling smile. "We always stick around him in social situations or gatherings, just so he has someone he knows well to joke with or talk to."

"Yeah." Jisung lets out the breath he'd been holding, seem to relax a little. "That helps a lot."

"And Minho-hyung and noona are great at talking him down when he's in the full throes of an actual panic attack." Seungmin adds, throwing an arm around the other beta's shoulders in a silent show of support. "They let him breathe and take his time, and then convince him his feelings are valid and okay, and that he's safe."

Jisung nods again wordlessly, and you see Changbin squeeze his hands.

"As far as everyone helping out-" Felix looks thoughtful now, his brow creased. "-I feel like we all suffer from certain levels of mental issues, and that's to be expected, and everyone kind of just knows how to help in the right way depending on what pack member is feeling down."

"You were absolutely spot on with your scenario of what Channie likes though." You laugh, referencing the previous thoughts. "He needs people to pull him out of his head, help him take care of himself, and mainly snuggle and be there for him. He likes the entire pack to pull around him when he's in a rut."

"Minho-hyung on the other hand-" Changbin speaks up, giving the elder a pointed look. "-he'll bite your head off the first day. He likes his space until he's come down a little, and even then, he wants one or two specific people to just exist with him for awhile."

"And who are those one or two people?" You ask, already knowing the answer, laughing a little.

Minho rolls his eyes as Changbin answers without hesitation, "Chan and Felix of course."

"Ah, Aussie line!" Chan crows triumphantly, and Felix grins at him from across the room as Minho looks annoyed at having been called out.

"Anyway, as we said-" You continue, threading your fingers through Chan's. "-this is a super important topic to talk and be open about, and please, if you ever feel like you need someone to talk to or confide in, find someone you trust-a therapist, a friend, a sibling, a parent-"

"A stranger on the internet." Jisung adds cheekily, grinning.

You laugh. "-a stranger on the internet. Just know you don't have to struggle alone, and that there are always people who will be there for you, even if the darkness makes you doubt that."

"We love you guys." Chan adds seriously, nodding. "And I think I've said it all at this point, so let's end with another big hug."

#skz #stray kids #stay #ot8 #skz!pack #skz!abo #poly!skz #omegaverse #femreader #y/n #bang chan #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #lee felix #han jisung #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #ask the pack #askthepack #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz reactions #inbox #reply #ask #moots #mutuals #anon #anonymous

[svltzmans]

for worse or for better - h.m.

a/n: good morning! another banger request from ??? anon lets all thank them for their contributions to my blog 😭 this is the last fic in my request box so if any of y'all have something in mind you want me to write now is the perfect time to send it in <3

warnings: kinda angsty??? but then fluffy so its fine <3, mentions of periods, unnecessary cursing bc i am a sailor

y/n knew when she woke up that her day wasn't going to go well.

the squeezing pains in her abdomen had already started, and she wasn't having it. not even a little.

messily making her bed and getting dressed, she realizes that even the most mundane of tasks are stressing her out.

much to her dismay, she still had to go to class. and wickery practice, and to study group, and...

ugh.

more than anything else, y/n just wants to stay in bed. maybe shed a few tears and order a pizza. but that is a complete pipe dream.

"y/n! hi!"

it's lizzie, and she's in an annoyingly good mood.

"hey," y/n manages, her mood shining through in her tone.

lizzie feigns a frown. "someone didn't sleep well, huh?"

"i slept fucking fine, if you must know," y/n sneered, becoming irritated by lizzie's ever present charm.

"jeez, y/n. i'm gonna walk away now."

and she does, and y/n immediately feels bad. she knows she's pretty irritable on her period, but she thought she'd be able to control it.

but as it turns out, she's not in as much control as she thought.

y/n takes her usual seat in potions class, usually right next to her girlfriend, hope.

except hope's not there when class starts, and y/n is irritated. the one person that makes her feel better decided not to show up.

she sighs, resting her chin in her arms. she knew class would feel extra long without hope next to her, cracking jokes and sharing the doodles she draws instead of focusing and taking notes.

an hour finally goes by after what feels like three, and y/n is exhausted. she knows she has to go to wickery practice or face the wrath of penelope park.

does she care about that? not much, but she forces herself to change into a t-shirt and gym shorts and make her way to the field. she's sure hope will come eventually, considering that wickery is much more fun than potions class.

the team has already started practicing when y/n arrives, and she decides to just jump in.

making a few decent passes, she thinks her day might just be turning around. still with no sight of hope, y/n's disappointment grows in the pit of her stomach.

she forgets about her misfortune momentarily when she spots lizzie, preparing for the next play. she makes her way over, feeling unnerved that the blonde is still angry about earlier.

"lizzi-"

"y/n, don't apologize. i have a period too."

"how did you...?"

"i just know. that's the only time you ever act like that. well, that and when you haven't had caffeine in a couple of days."

"you know me a little too well. now, give me the ball."

toward the end of practice, y/n sits down on the bench, sipping some water. she scans the field for hope, thinking she might have missed her, but she's nowhere to be found.

it's not exactly unlike hope to miss class, and maybe even an occasional wickery practice, but y/n is getting frustrated. she hasn't seen her girlfriend all day, and hope hadn't made any effort to see her.

as if her thoughts could be read, hope plops down next to her, in her wickery uniform.

"what'd i miss?," she asks, placing a gentle kiss on y/n's cheek as she settles.

"uh, well, where do i start? potions, almost all of wickery practice... where have you been all day?"

"dr. saltzman needed me, we had to go-"

"well why didn't you tell me, hope? i've been worried about you. you can't just disappear all day. you didn't even put in any effort to let me know that i wouldn't see you at all today."

with that, y/n stands and starts walking away. she knows she needs to be alone before she starts saying worse things she doesn't mean.

hope is left completely blindsided by y/n's reaction to her presence. y/n never gets frustrated in that way, especially not with her. she figures something must be bothering her, and without much consideration at all, she comes to a conclusion.

after coming down from her anger high, y/n is consumed with guilt from the way she treated both hope and lizzie. she at least had attempted to apologize to lizzie, even though lizzie had practically done all the work for her.

she decided that she couldn't face hope, not like this. she is almost ashamed of the way her eyes are puffy from the tears that had streamed (and are still slightly streaming) down her flushed face.

just as y/n starts to prepare to sleep, there's a quiet knock on the door.

"y/n? it's me, are you in there?"

it's hope, and y/n decides that she has to talk to her eventually.

"yeah, i'm here," she mutters, voice still weak from crying.

hope creaks open the door, shutting it gently behind her, and sits at the foot of y/n's bed.

"are you okay?"

"totally fine."

"it looks like you've been crying."

"nope. just... allergies."

a silence falls between them, with a worried look on hope's face as y/n avoids her gaze.

"y/n..."

before hope can even start her sentence, tears are welling in y/n's eyes. she crossed her fingers that hope wouldn't notice, but soon the few tears turned into a small stream.

hope moves closer, wrapping her arms tightly around y/n's torso. "oh, baby... it's okay. you're okay," she whispers, gently scratching the back of y/n's head.

"hope... i am so sorry, i don't know what got into m-"

"shh, hey, it's okay. i understand. i get a period too, you know."

"lizzie said the same thing! like exactly!"

y/n can't help but laugh, and hope soon joins her.

"c'mon, let's get some rest, yeah?"

"only if you'll stay tonight."

"y/n, if you think i'm going anywhere, you have lost your damn mind. but, i think i need to borrow some of your pajamas..."

"say less."

before she knows it, y/n is dead asleep, hope's arm draped lightly over her girlfriend.

hope pulls her closer, planting a light kiss on her forehead.

"sleep tight, don't let penelope park bite," she whispers, giggling quietly to herself.

#hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson #wlw #legacies #legacies x reader #the originals x reader #hope mikaelson x fem reader

[krikeymate]

What if (in the AU where Richie and Amber succeed) Sam survives and after spending weeks in a coma, she hunts Amber and Tara down (while the police is looking for Sam as well, bc they believed the story of the two remaining survivors - two weak girls who went through hell - that Sam is Ghostface). Tara kept her promise and left with Amber who more or less kidnapped her.

So, Sam finally finds them and tries to convince Tara that they should run away together.

Showdown: Amber is so manipulative and intelligent that she basically convinces Tara that she herself would go on another killing spree if Tara leaves bc she is the only thing (literally a possession) who keeps her sane. Sam starts arguing and Tara screams back at her that she wouldn’t be able to live with the knowledge that she is responsible for more death and pain.

Amber stares at her with a confused and shocked expression. “Who are you talking to?” She asked. “There is no one there, baby.”

Tara thinks she lost it and that she is hallucinating. She breaks down and Sam runs up to Amber to prove that she is very much alive but this little shit is fast and knocks her out before Tara can realize what is happening.

Amber grabs her pet and drags her to their car without a second thought about the immense pain Tara must be in right now.

Sam wakes up and the first the she sees is Tara’s inhaler. She needs to be fast and drives after them with a stolen car (she never forgot about the times she was forced to sleep in a foreigner’s car in order to not die while being homeless).

Showdown II: She finds them and this time Tara realizes that her sister is still alive. Amber is furious and threatens to kill Tara. The police shows up and wants to arrest Sam but after taking in the situation and Tara finally telling the truth about her crazy ex with a gun pressed against her temple, they change their minds.

But we’re talking about Amber fucking Freeman, a teenager who has nothing left to lose after failing her community of movie obsessed freaks. She pulls the trigger.

Sam’s screaming and running to her sister. Everything seems to happen in slow motion: the police tackling Amber down and putting her in hand cuffs while the girl is laughing like the manic she is and basically confessing to everything; the blood painting the dirty ground red; her sister’s desperate attempt to get air in her lungs.

But, it turns out that Amber couldn’t kill Tara and the bullet only brushed her temple.

After recovering, Tara wants to confront Amber. She wants to know if she really loved her at some point or if she was just a pawn in her game. Amber refuses to talk to her but demands a meeting with Sam in secret.

Sam visits her and Amber tells her why she couldn’t kill Tara: This naive girl with abandonment, mommy, daddy issues and no self-respect made her feel something for the first time in her life. She’s unable to be empathetic but when it comes to Tara she feels the need to protect her. She was always so jealous of Sam and that was the main reason behind the killings -no stupid movie, what a pathetic idea-. Amber couldn’t understand why Tara was still so attached to Sam and it made her angry. Sam was the only person who (as long as she is alive) would always be a threat to their twisted relationship; to Tara being entirely hers.

Previous. BaileyRhapsody would like you to know they're sending you kisses. And me also, for seeing me kill Sam and deciding that I'm wrong actually and Sam should be alive, 'cause you're so right. I love where you took this, I have a few suggestions. Also, props to Bailey who was my soundboard, so their influence is here too (it always is).

Sam spends weeks in a coma from the blood loss. But she wakes up, and when she does, she's handcuffed to a bed in a prison hospital. Nobody will listen to her when she says she didn't do it, when she tells the truth. Then one day she gets a visitor. He introduces himself as Mark Kincaid and says "they say you're the one who killed my wife."

She doesn't bother trying to convince him otherwise, she just begs him for information on her sister.

Miraculously, he tells her what he knows, he tells her anything she asks. He tells her she'll see him again. On the day she's officially sentenced, she thinks. On the day she's released from the hospital, it turns out.

He believes her. He believes her.

She's shuffled away into the back of an FBI van and reintroduced to Kirby Reed. Together the three of them make a plan.

~

At first, Tara finds herself unable to talk. The words simply won't escape her mouth, and then she finds she doesn't want to. What's the point. Sam's gone. Sam's gone and it was her and there's nothing anybody can do about it.

She's stuck in the hospital, her mother unreachable. She spends all her time in that room, stuck in her head. With no one to visit her - they're all dead she keeps remembering - except Amber.

Amber likes to visit, to stroke her hair and whisper to her softly and kiss her, and act as if nothing ever happened, as if she didn't do this, didn't do it all.

Amber's story is the one that gets told, the one that gets believed. Tara's too traumatised for them to even try to listen to her. Just the poor little victim, brutalised by her own sister. She watches the news, listens to every filthy lie they say about her sister. It makes her blood boil.

After weeks, she's released... into Amber's care. Her mother still hasn't come home and she doesn't understand why she has to go with Amber. Tara's an adult, she doesn't need- this shouldn't... this shouldn't be happening. But it is. And Amber whispers in her ear, reminds her to behave, that she won't be able to control herself if Tara makes her angry. She's seen what she's capable of.

Tara agrees to go with her.

The night before she's set to be released, she gets a visitor from a ghost. And it is a ghost, no matter how real the hand against her cheek or the lips on her forehead feel. It whispers that things are going to be ok, that they're going to fix things, that she just has to keep quiet and wait.

Tara's been doing a lot of that recently.

~

Ghostface attacks start again. It makes Amber agitated. She looks at Tara accusingly sometimes. Tara just stays quiet, sits at her desk and doodles. Amber doesn't let her use the internet anymore, so she entertains herself the old-fashioned way, with paper and a pen. Mostly she draws her sister, lines shaky and weak, pen barely gripped in her still bandaged hand.

It's one of the rare times Amber's out when she turns at a noise and finds Ghostface standing in the doorway. She should be scared, she thinks. Instead, she just feels relief as they walk up to her.

But instead of a knife in the gut, it's a hand on her cheek and gloved fingers stroking behind her ear the way her sister used to do when she was young.

Ghostface whispers about plans.

"I have plans too," Tara chokes out, voice hoarse with disuse.

~

Tara starts to talk to Sam a lot once she's alone, regardless of whether the apparition is there or not.

One day, Amber catches her, demands to know who she's talking to. She only gets angry when Tara responds Sam. She rips the drawing from her hands, tears it into pieces and throws the remains in Tara's upset face. She screams that Sam is dead, that Tara killed her and that she's never coming back. That she has to get over it.

Amber never expects to hear the modulated voice from behind her.

"I think you're the one that has trouble letting go, aren't you Amber."

Amber lashes out, pushing Ghostface back. She grabs Tara's arm and yanks her from the room. They make it down the stairs, but the door is locked. It won't open. Why won't it open?

"I think the time for games is over, don't you agree?"

Amber can't believe this is happening; who the fuck is this, what do they want? She tries the back door. Locked. Tara stands right where she left her, unconcerned. She has something to do with this, doesn't she? Of course she couldn't trust her. She should have just killed her in the first place. She would always be Amber's forever, then.

Amber retrieves one of the guns she keeps hidden in the house as Ghostface descends the stairs. Amber pulls Tara behind her.

"It's over, Amber. Did you really think you would get away with it?"

"Fuck you asshole, you don't know who you're messing with," she screams. She doesn't miss the sound of the doors unlocking, the sight of two figures with their guns raised entering from each exit.

She looks between the two of them, outraged. "What the fuck is this?" Nothing is going according to plan, this is all going wrong. She wasn't prepared for this.

Ghostface removes their mask.

She wasn't prepared for this.

Sam fucking Carpenter stands before her, still alive.

"It's over, Amber," she repeats.

"Like fuck it is," she responds, enraged. She grabs Tara's shoulder, pushing her forward and digging the gun into the side of her head. She ignores the detectives as they speak to her, her eyes never leave Sam's furious ones. This is between them. It's always been between them.

"There's no way for you to win this," Sam quietly declares. "Maybe not," Amber answers, "but I can make sure you don't win either."

She spins Tara around, Amber wants to be the last thing she sees. Not Sam. Amber.

She doesn't recognise the eyes staring back at her. They're empty, no emotion. Tara used to adore her. Where is that now?

Amber clenches her jaw and pulls the trigger.

She feels bullets tear into her body, no bulletproof vest this time to protect her. The last thing she sees before she closes her eyes is Sam's distraught face, crying.

~

"Was it worth it?" Sam asks her from the other side of the window. "Is this the future you dreamed of?"

Amber scoffs. Sam knows her answer. She's only here to torment her.

"I don't recall inviting you."

"Yeah, well, who else was gonna come? Tara? You know that's never gonna happen."

"What are you doing here, Sam?"

"I want to know why. Why Tara? Why not someone else, anyone else."

Amber laughs into the com. "Because it was easy," she declares. "She was so pathetic. Begging for attention, for someone to love her." She delights in the way Sam's fists clench, how her jaw twitches. "She was mine."

"Then why would you hurt her?"

"What are you, my therapist? I didn't want to share her, it's as simple as that."

"Now you don't have her at all."

Amber glares back at her, but she doesn't respond. Sam wants a response, she won't give it to her.

"I do have a message from her though," Sam says, standing up and preparing to leave. Amber watches her cautiously, she can't let her know how desperate she is to hear what she has to say.

"She says get over it."

Sam walks away. She doesn't need to see Amber to know her reaction. She can hear the banging on the window, the way she screams her name. It's satisfying, she wishes she could stay longer, to rip apart every notion that girl has about her sister, but Tara's due to be released today, and Sam can't keep her waiting.

#/mp #ask box #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #Amber Freeman #scream canon divergence #the one bit I regret I can't include in mine that you had in yours - which was GENIUS - was Amber gaslighting Tara about Sam's presence #this took me 5 days to write. YIKES. #anyway I did not actually mention what the girls plans were or why Amber was being arrested in this but there is a reason fleshed out lol

[hannahbanana29]

newjeans' Danielle x fem!r

Get to know you better pt2.

Sorry it took so long for me to update again 😞 I'm just getting huge writer's block. Anyways, if you haven't read part one, I suggest you do bc then you'll have the full background, but either way, enjoy!

**sneak peek** "I'm surprised and honestly bummed we haven't met each other before tonight. How'd I not notice you… you're really pretty."

Chapter TWO: Overnight

Danielle was still on your mind by the time the digital clock on your bedside table told you it was now 12:47am. She hadn't really left it at all, and as much as it wasn't awful to have this pretty girl stuck in your head, you valued your sleep. But also, you felt so pathetic when you realised you'd not even spoken to this girl for five minutes and you were already growing a small crush on her.

You weren't being dramatic. Literally, even when you told yourself not to think about her for at least another 60 seconds, she'd appear next to you in your mind.

Like when you realised you wouldn't sleep properly until Minji got home, so you went downstairs to get a late snack. You'd opened the fridge to get the milk as to pour yourself a cup of tea/coffee, and you caught your stupid self imagining what it would be like for Danielle to walk up behind you and ask what you were doing.

Something as mundane as that, yes. But the idea of such a domestic, meaningless and easily forgettable moment between you and this girl was bringing you to paradise. As shameful as that was to you, it was also something that you couldn't stop doing. Like a guilty pleasure you'd gained jn the last two hours.

You thought back to how you'd been feeling before Minji had entered your room, about to tell you her plans to go out with her friends. You'd been scrolling on whatever Netflix had to offer, which wasn't a lot. You could remember a time when you'd be able to spend a day just the same old shit on TV and not get bored, but now…

These days…

Something felt bitter. Almost as though you'd lost something, and you knew what it was. It was that thrill, that excitement, that reason to get up in the morning. You weren't depressed or anything, but you just had a lack of motivation and enthusiasm for the past year or so, and it was getting to your brain.

This might be why you couldn't stop thinking of Danielle, despite how you'd only known her for three minutes. You were at a point in life where you needed something not quite insane but just new and exciting enough to give you energy, for you to care about living a little more. And that new and exciting something - or someone - just waltzed through your door looking stunning and acting like God's gift to you.

Maybe the man upstairs is making up for my utter boredom.

You'd taken yourself back up to your bedroom, where things were the same. You liked your living space, especially your room, but it had been the same since… well, a long time ago. You were thinking perhaps you could dive into Pinterest to get some new bedroom inspiration.

In your room, you weren't doing much. You were just laying on your mattress with closed eyes, but you were wide awake thinking about what your life is like in comparison to what you want it to be like right now.

Then you heard the door open.

You perked up a little, but didn't decide to go downstairs just yet. You knew it was most likely Minji, no one else, and your assumption was only confirmed when her voice was heard. God, she sounded sort of breathless, but at least she was happy, which was obvious.

What made you decide to leave your room, however, was when a second voice came from downstairs.

"Minji-ah, can I borrow some clothes, please? Anything will do, thanks so much."

Without a doubt, that was Danielle's voice. Danielle Marsh's voice. As in, the same girl who hadn't left your mind for the last few hours. She'd occupied your thoughts very frequently, and now here she was again, downstairs. But she was asking for clothes from your older sister.

You raced down the staircase of the second floor in your home, and stopped at the bottom when you were able to clearly see Minji and Danielle. Both were still dressed in their pretty dresses and expensive shoes, but their hair was a little tousled, their foreheads shone with a sheen of sweat and their makeup faces had been smudged around the eyes.

Minji was supporting Danielle, and sat her down on the couch of your living room when she turned and saw you.

"Oh! Gosh, Y/N, hey. Sorry if we woke you, I was just about to get Danielle some ice water to even out her, uh, drunkeness." She awkwardly managed to string together a sentence or two.

You shook your head, and tripped a little as you hopped the last step. "No, no, I'll get that." You insisted.

Sure, because Minji was your sister and was obviously intoxicated and vulnerable and worn out. But also, Danielle was here, and the more you observed her, the more you realised what a state she was in. She seemed happy enough, smiling lazily at your sister, but she was sprawled across the couch, pale and covering her mouth a little, as if she were about to vomit.

This only made you whip up the iced water even more quickly, and you were about to hand it to Danielle after walking from the kitchen to the living room, but Minji gave it to her instead once she took it from your hand. Minji probably thought she was just being a tiny bit helpful, but you sort of sulked internally, having rathered you gave it to Danielle instead.

You were about to question, too, why she was so wasted, but Minji beat you to that, as well.

"I think Dani here oversaw how much she could manage. She's been vomiting a bit too much for her brother to handle, and so I offered for her to stay overnight with us. Is that okay?"

You were already nodding, but Danielle, who wasn't watching, decided she had to add to what Minji had said.

"I won't be any trouble at all, Y/N-ie. I'm sorry, I just didn't realise I was such a lightweight until -"

"It's fine, Dan." Minji cut her off, and you pouted stupidly because you would have never stopped Danielle from talking.

And also because you loathed yourself for thinking too much tonight.

"Right! Let me just grab some pj's for you, and then I'll help you get changed. Y/N-ah, please just watch over her for a moment. If she vomits, just take her to the bathroom of course."

And then you were left alone, with a very drunk Danielle. Her flowery scent was now tainted ever so slightly by the alcohol and skunky smell of the club, but she still graced your house with her scent. Without thinking, you sat next to her, and just waited for her to need anything from you. You were ready to run and get it.

"Hey, Y/N-ie…"

You hadn't noticed what she called you the first time she used the nickname, but this time, you did. And it stuck to your cheeks in a red hue, so deep a crimson that you know Danielle could dip her fingers in it and paint a sunset by hand. Gosh, you wonder if she likes to finger paint...?

"Uh, yeah? You okay?"

She was too out of it to notice your stutter and your delayed response, luckily. Even while she was lying across your couch, a little messy and very intoxicated, she made you feel stupid. It was sort of funny. This angel was just in your house, and you were silently worshipping everything you wouldn't have if it was anyone else.

What was it with this stranger? What was it that made you so… how do you even describe it?

"I'm 'kay. Just a bit, haha, tired. You know, I'm used to the odd drink at home under supervision, but I suppose I forgot that I normally even it out with lemonade. I think I overestimated my limits," She admitted with a melodic ring of laughter.

"…Ah", you weren't sure if she wanted you to answer.

"So... Mrs Stokes, huh? We didn't get to finish our conversation did we?"

"Oh-"

"I didn't forget." She smiled up at you from her hunched position. "I actually would have talked longer with you, but Minji was obviously excited to go to the club. Anyways, what other teachers do you have?"

You guys had a sweet conversation while Minji was away. It wasn't much more than small talk, but what made it special was that you didn't feel awkward. Small talk, as a lot of us can agree, made you want to sink into a hole in the ground and let it swallow you up, but with Danielle, small talk was better.

Maybe she has lots of friends at school. Although, you were sure you would have heard of such a popular person at the place you attended five days a week for seven hours.

Danielle sighed softly. "I'm surprised and honestly bummed we haven't met each other before tonight. How'd I not notice you…you're really pretty."

She'd mumbled that last part. You were pretty sure though that she wasn't bothered if you heard or not. Was it even directly towards you, or just for her own ears? Was she so exhausted that she needed to hear her thoughts out loud in order to understand them properly?

Your mind had gone into a small frenzy at the way she spoke either to or about you, but at the worst moment, Minji walked downstairs with a matching set of pyjamas in her arms for Danielle.

[roseofdarkness0]

Just snippets and random incorrect quotes that been stuck in my head and I had to take them out Sooooooo enjoy? I will have small snippet explain au as a context clue bc I'm not that evil yet.

Edit: Forgot to link it earlier but Poly Ship Au incorrect quotes Au

Married au: Gov and Cali are secretly married and no one knows but them.

~•~

Cali: I want a divorce

Gov: And I want those meetings to not derail into chaos but here we are

Utah: the only one who heard them and questioning his life rn

~•~

Cali: Have you seen our marriage certificate I nee-WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!

Gov: currently setting the certificate on fire GOOD LUCK RETURNING ME WITHOUT A RECEIPT

Cali: YOU SETTING THE LAWN ON FIRE YOU IDIOT

Utah, who just wanted to go out to his car:

Utah: shuffles back inside

~•~

Gov: casually taking four stairs at a time

Cali: falling behind, taking two stairs at a time Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fu-

~•~

after their old rings either get lost or damaged

Cali: I made this wedding band for you.

Gov: You know, I’m not really a jewelry person.

Cali: You don’t have to wear it...

Gov: No, I’m gonna wear it forever. Back off.

~•~

Cali: If you don't stop talking, I'm going to jump out of that window.

Gov: ...We're on the ground floor.

Cali: I know but I want a dramatic exit.

Utah, who just wanted to finish the meeting with gov and go to his wife:

~•~

Cali: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine!

Gov: How can you still say that?

Cali: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

~•~

After Penn and Virginia accidentally find the two making out in gov office

Cali: Are you mad?

Gov: No.

Cali: So sharpening your knives at 3 in the morning is just a hobby?

~•~

Cali: You saved me! Why?

Gov: People would think I murdered you if I didn't.

~•~

Gov: holds a gun out to Cali

Cali: I-I don't believe in guns.

Gov: Well, trust me, they're very real. Now take it.

~•~

Gov: Who hurt you?

Cali: snorting What, do you want a list?

Gov: ...Yes, actually.

~•~

Second a meeting with all the states finishes

Cali: I’m going to hell.

Gov: Probably.

Cali: I'll pick you up?

Gov: nodding Carpool.

States: ????????

Utah: I fReAkinG KnEw IT

~•~

Nevada blinked and watched with increasingly worried expression as Utah muttered to himself, staring at the wall in his office that was covered with scribbled on pages, some photos and a lot of red string.

"Utah??? You good there?"

"Whole week!"

"...w-whole week what?" Nevada flinched as dishevelled and frankly crazy looking Utah turned towards him, pinning him to the spot with just his crazied gaze alone.

"I had to suffer through two of them setting lawns on fire, flirting right in front of me instead of finishing the meetings and Gov mysteriously coming back covered in red substance back to the statehouse in the middle of the night. Heck!!!! WE ALL HEARD THEM FLIRT AN HOUR AGO IN THE MEETING ROOM!" Utah turned back to his conspiracy wall, shaking with what seemed to be explosive cocktail of tiredness and anger "AND YET EVERYONE DISMISSED IT?!"

"W-well to be fair it's hard to imagine-"

"PENNSYLVANIA AND VIRGINIA WERE COMPLAINING ABOUT THEM MAKING OUT JUST FEW DAYS AGO"

"They could have been joking?"

"WHY THE F U C K WOULD THEY JOKE ABOUT THAT?!" Utah look ready to commit murder and Nevada didn't really want to give him ideas on who to murder considering there was only two of them in the room right now.

"Right, you may be right but look at it that way, you are sleep deprived and twitchy enough your wife would replace you wit-" he stopped the joke seeing Utah eyelids twitch violently"-nevermind, point is how about I drive you back to your houses you can relax and nap there instead of being stuck here going a bit cray cray?"

Utah seemed to be considering Nevada offer for a bit before stiffly nodding. Without another word he shoved most of his stuff into his bag and approached Nevada jerkily nodding at him to lead the way.

Cheering oh the inside for the small victory. Nevada confidently strolled out of Utah office just to stop in his track and blink rapidly at

"California? What the fuck are you wearing?"

"Hm? Oh this old thing? I thought the red dress may go well with those shoes and because it's a dinner I matched it with that fancy-"

"Not what I meant-but good pairing, I would have went with different eyeliner but it does work for you-I meant more like why?"

"Oh that's easy, diner with husband"

Nevada didn't need to turn around to be able to know that Utah looks 5 seconds away from either murder or complete break down.

"Uh huh like husband as in friend and their husband or?"

".. I mean like my husband, I haven't spent half my salary on making our rings for nothing you know?"

Nevada blinked as he finally spotted the wedding ring adoring California finger. Before he could question California or himself further there was loud honk coming from outside.

"That must be Gov! I see you two tomorrow!" California winked and went off downstairs, not one to miss the drama Nevada dragged poor Utah after him with one hand whilst in the other he brandished his phone just in time to film Florida do a spit take at Texas face who didn't even acknowledge the scalding coffee as he seemed to have several personal revelations about himself at once.

Louisiana was halfway through drinking to avoid responsibility but choked on his daiquiri when the door opened to reveal handsomely dressed Gov who just looked unimpressed by the chaos happening in front of him. He looked ready to reprimand them but was successfully distracted by California planting a kiss on his cheek which seemed to set of another round of chocked noises, wheezes and rapid slams to the back.

"Cmon we have reservation to get to and I'm not wasting the hours I spend putting the outfit together" Cali tugged on Gov tie to get him back outside.

"If we miss it I will pull few strings-"

"Nope, no string pulling cmon off we go, bye guys!" with a quick wink and a wave California managed to drag Gov outside and towards the car.

"...."

". . ."

Louisiana coughs again, clearing his throat and wincing at the daiquiri he had wasted, patting Florida when he came over and buried his flaming red face into Louisiana shoulder.

Utah just looked very smug and vindicated. Without another word he went to his car to finally get back to his home.

#ben brainard #wttt utah #wttt incorrect quotes #wttt louisiana #wttt florida #wttt gov #wttt california #wttt texas #wttt nevada #wttt #welcome to the table #Not mentioned cause I wasn't sure how to put it in: DC and NY coming back from shopping trip and being greeted by the three having crisis #whilst Nevada cackles in the background about something #Meanwhile Gov and Cali gush about the reaction they got from the three and planning how to #shock/seduce them more #why yrs I don't know how to write accents how did u guess?

[taeyamayang]

hiiiiiiiii bestie omg omg omg another event !

i’d love love love to take part in your 365 days event ! <3

the character i would like is my baby my everything, aone takanobu and i’d love something soft and fluffy and i’m feelin some domesticity bc oml

maybe just, a small cuddly sleeping piece ? <3

whether or not you can bubs, thank you so so much and treat yourself well !! <3

have a flower while i go for another entry 🌷✨—

ahhh requesting for aone reminds me of my untouched draft/one shot written for him. i think the best motivation to get my ass to work on it is through this so thanks for the boost!

i haven't been writing in ages (will tell why soon) so please don't expect so much on this

just one more day.

tomorrow he will be back in the city and you will be with him but, again, he was gone for twenty one days. three weeks without his towering height shadowing the carpeted floor makes the apartment suddenly feel empty, lifeless even. the loud chuckles from a late night show on television is not enough to fill the space with a bright tone the room once had.

so, another day without him is unbearably long. you miss him so much you would be willing to skip a sunset just to cut the day short. for now, all you can think of is a quick remedy to patch up your longing. a piece of sweater from his drawer may not be the best to replicate him but anything works fine as long as you get to snuggle in his scent. in that way, he feels much closer.

the sun had finally set and the moon pierces through the window. it wasn't long when you succumbed to sleep, letting your droopy eyelids take you to dreamland. and maybe you were too deep in slumber, too indulged in dreamscape that vision slowly merges with reality.

although, it isn't surprising that you're having a dream about him. the bed dipping under his weight as he crawls next to you. he wraps his arm around your waist as he kisses the top of your head.

"take a rest, my angel."

you wriggle around his caged arm to turn around and face him. the scent from his sweater must have triggered lucid dreaming because everything feels too real.

you feel the sweater trapped under your body move as takanobu gently tugs on it. in a swift motion, you hear the poor sweater meet with the floor of the bedroom.

"you didn't have to do that. i'm here." he whispers in your ear. thereafter, leaving a sweet peck on your temples, giggling at the sight of your curled body next to him. his fingers brush your hair before burying your face further into the space between his neck and shoulder.

and you swear that this is the best dream you ever had. as you pull him closer to you, interlacing your short legs around his' you murmur into his chest. "i miss you, i cannot wait another day without you."

right then, you feel a gentle push on your shoulder and a broad hand cupping your cheeks.

"babe? babe, i'm here." you hear him call. it was through a gentle tapping on your cheek that you finally fluttered your lids.

shock wakens your senses as your eyes meet with a pair you're most familiar with. you earn a laugh from him and by instinct you push him away. you are not expecting a guest tonight, more so not on your bed. still quiet confused with what's unraveling before you, you blink away the blur from your sleep for you to see a better picture of him.

is he here or is your mind playing tricks on you?

"y-you- how-" disoriented and surprised, you are unable to form coherent sentences yet you continue. "you're supposed to be home tomorrow not tonight. why are you here? it's not that i am not happy you're home but i wasn't ready and i missed you so much. is this real or am i going crazy-"

takanobu cuts you off as he pulls you back into his arms. the slow rumble from his chest resonates as he embraces you tightly. "i missed you too."

"how about tonight's practice?" you question, still snuggled into his hug.

"done."

"tomorrow morning's meeting?"

"done."

"how?"

"we finished early."

"how early?"

"around 10pm." he nonchalantly states making your eyes round in shock. your skim through the dim lighted room to search for the wall clock. the smaller hand points to four.

"babe, it's 4 in the morning!" you swat him on his shoulder albeit he smiles endearingly as he watches you go nuts over impulsive decisions.

"yeah." he nods.

"what do you mean by "yeah", mr. aone takanobu? have you slept a wink?"

"kinda."

"kinda?!" you look at him at shoulder length. the whites of his eyes are a bit reddish and the bags under his eyes are more prominent than the last you remembered.

"i took a nap on the plane."

"have you eaten dinner?"

"yes, on the plane too. now please can we sleep?" he pulls you back to him, rubbing his cheek on the side of your head. "this is what i missed the most in my trip."

hence, you settle in between his arms. your head resting on his arm, and just a few minutes in, he speaks again. "does sleeping with sweater work?"

"maybe. i like your scent. it feels almost like you're here." a small smile plays on your lips as he says,

"i'm bringing your sweater the next time i leave the city for a game."

m.list | hq.list | 365 DAYS EVENT

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #pea.event #hq aone #hq events #hq drabbles #hq imagine #hq fluff #hq romance #hq x reader #aone x reader #aone takanobu #aone x y/n #pea.writes

[afewproblems]

love your stories but i couldn't bring myself to fully read your cheating!eddie fic bc i stay away from any stories with those plotlines but, i couldn't help myself and ended up skimming a bit of it, and i had a question after reading a certain part.

did eddie have sex with the person or was it just making out with whoever tf was? both are still super bad obv bc he's married ffs and cheating is cheating and ofc steve's history with nancy and johnathan. it's just that it said that eddie had hickeys all over his neck, but when robin was tearing him up for her soulmate, she said that he [eddie] didn't love steve enough bc he put his dick inside someone else, but then eddie wanted to argue about that part so i was just confused :]

also steve is a literal angel, cheating is such a deal breaker, i wouldn't even be able to look at eddie or give him a second chance 😭

sorry and ty in advance!

Hello nonny!

I think in my very first post I had kept it a little vague, more up to interpretation for the reader to decide how far Eddie went with the fan. But as I continued writing this, I leaned more so in the direction that Eddie did in fact have sex with someone else.

When Robin calls him and accuses Eddie, she calls him a coward and that was more so what Eddie wanted to argue with her over.

From her perspective:

1. Steve and Eddie had a really big fight (Steve absolutely would have confided this to her, tried to ask for advice on how to move forward).

2. After Eddie goes on tour he is almost immediately photographed kissing a fan and leaving the bar with them.

Robin is incredibly angry with him because this was a huge betrayal to her friendship with Eddie as well, the fact that he could do something like this, for him to mess around behind Steve's back is almost unbelievable, unforgivable.

Eddie regrets this action as soon as it happens, for him sleeping with someone had nothing to do with how he felt about Steve, he was lonely and drunk and made a mistake. Maybe part of him was a little angry, maybe part of him felt unappreciated by Steve and someone young and pretty was throwing themselves at him and he made a terrible terrible decision that night.

So for Robin to say that he must not have loved Steve very much, in Eddie's mind this isn't true at all and doesn't have any baring on what happened.

It's flawed logic and selfish but that's kind of how I think he was operating at the time.

I originally wasn't sure if I was going to have Steve and Eddie ever reconcile or even be in the same room together after this but, the last ask I received I mulled the scene over again and again in my head and tried to think about how I would feel if this happened to me.

My better half and I have been together now for 12 years and I don't think I would even believe it at first if I saw pictures of this sort of thing. But with just over two months of silence and loneliness and being without the person who you tell everything to, I think at the very least I would want to have a conversation and be held again.

And that is how I approached writing this ending. I'd like to think that Steve and Eddie will find eventual happiness and forgiveness with one another some day. Through counseling I think they could get there.

Thank you for sending this nonny! Don't worry at all, nothing to be sorry for 😊 I'm glad that you like my work, and it's absolutely okay to avoid tropes or premises that make you upset -I completely get it! I hope this answered your questions!

#afewproblems answers #linz speaks #steddie cheating au #thank you for sending this!

[jjkeverlast]

Hi it moonie anonie

First of all I'm so happy that your date went great ( what did you do btw you don't have to share if you don't want I'm just a nosy bitch ) and that i love the fics you're putting out for the milestone celebration 💜

And I'm sorry for not writing to you in a long time but I'm going through a rough patch with my mental health and although I wanted to say something to you I didn't have the energy and any idea what I can write but I saw your post about me a few days ago and I gathered myself to write something

So when it comes to my sunburn that I had last time it's gone I had a hard time with it when the skin was pilling off and it was very itchy and I couldn't reach my back properly to put a soothing cream on it 😫

I also got another job offer but it was part time and it was too far away and the money was too little so I would literally have to put my savings to get there and come back so I didn't take it ( I hope you know what I mean bc i don't know how to explain it in English right now 😭)

Anyway i hope you're enjoying your time without school and that your job isn't kicking your butt to much 💜 and that you're having a good day

🌝

hiiii 🥺🥺 it’s so nice hearing from you!! i just need to quickly say something, please remember that you always come first and don’t ever feel obligated to write to me. so please, don’t ever apologize for putting your mental health above other things, that’s exactly what you should do!! i do hope you’re doing much better and especially with those sunburns aggghhh 😩😩

ahhh nooo that sucks regarding the job offer, but i completely get you for not taking it, i wouldn’t have either!! and regarding my own job i’m quitting in two weeks so i’m currently searching for a full time job instead 🤪🤪🤪 we will see if something interesting catches my eye!

regarding my first date, it went really well! we were set up by a mutual friend because she was certain we could click well and she was absolutely right. i’ve never had this much fun with someone before lmfao but yeah we hung out for 7 hours on that first date. we just drank a beer and went back to his place and hung out! and i was with him yesterday as well (that’s the reason i was inactive) and i’m seeing him again tomorrow so 🫣🫣 just going with the flow but he’s such a cool guy hahaha like genuinely funny too!!

my time off has been lovely ever since graduation!! so yeah i’m fully enjoying it even tho i sleep like shit lately cause i always feel like i have an assignment to do… idk hopefully that fase passes cause it’s bugging me annoyingly 🙄

ahh i’m so glad you’re enjoying my milestone drabbles 🥺 i’ve had a lot of fun working on them hehe i’ll be working on one tonight if im not too tired after work.

#anonie 🌝 #moonie <3 #lati's mailbox📬

[mcytnoodles]

sorry to send another ask so soon but i’m rereading the first few chapters again because i just. man this fic is so good. hope you don’t mind the super long ask lol :p

chapter 1:

i love the detail of it being in death order when everyone joins the game. cleo dying first, then with a dialogue line separating her line from everyone else’s, bc she was the only hermit to permadie in ep 7. very clever i love it

the writing of ren’s internal panic/fear!! man!! i love the line “The fear in his body explodes, cold but not freezing him in place, and he readies himself to face a devil.” it’s so perfect for ren’s character and it makes me really anticipate what happens next, even though i’ve already read this!

i absolutely LOVE your characterization. usually in a fic like this, there’s always obvious favourites yk? (i’m guilty of this myself lol) but with this it seems like you’ve done everyone justice and everyone is written so so well

with the first descriptions of everyone, i am really really curious to see the effects of the new hybrid traits and how each character deals with it y’know

(i am also curious on where ren is getting all the blood he keeps dripping LOL

the switch to false’s pov is so great, i absolutely love seeing other hermit’s outside perspectives and suspicions of what could have possibly happens to the 8

just read the ending note and the fact that english isn’t your first language is absolutely astonishing!! all of the grammar and everything is so so well written!! congrats to you genuinely because that’s super impressive that’s so cool

chapter 2:

GOD starting with grian struggling to stay in touch with reality is just. chefs kiss

SCAR WITH THE FORCED SMILE. I LOVE THAT DETAIL. HES READY TO CHARM WHOEVER COMES IN

“Scar is still gripping his arm, blood dripping into his palms and it looks like it's supposed to be there.” oh MAN. banger line. i love it

(i’m sleepy so my commentary is gonna be a little less put-together now lol)

scar acting like everything is fine. i love denial

i love mumbo’s pov it’s so fun

the fact that they agree to sleep in shifts but fail anyways. i mean i don’t blame them they seem really tired

(got too tired to finish but i hope you don’t mind the commentary LMAO)

OH THIS IS SO FUN TO READ THANK YOU. feel free to do this again if you want to, I didn't know if I should answer this because I wanted to keep it in my ask box to look at-

Congrats on being the first reader to pick up on the death order thing as far as I know! I'm actually really proud of that detail :0) in the same chapter, the order X describes everyone was supposed to be the same order, but so many people ended up being described in pairs that it didn't really come through.

honestly, I've been hyperfixated on this series for so long I think everyone's my favorite now. they are all like blorbos to me. I am in severe emotional distress.

I just have feelings about 3rd life Ren with blood imagery okay?? sue me\lh

about my engilsh, autocorrect is saving me as we speak, I cannot spell to save my life I would be dead without @furrysmp's beta-ing and correcting all my errors every chapter, but I'm glad it's hard to tell!

scar and grian are. yeah. they are. very much are.

also, small personal headcanon as to why everyone is so tired that doesn't really come up in the fic, the time between servers didn't pass exactly the same, so the last day of 3rd life was a Friday, and everyone respawned back on a Tuesday, leaving their bodies to deal with a couple days long "empty" period. does that make sense? fuck if I know but it sounds like it does in my head.

GO TO SLEEP.

#3rd life smp #hermitcraft #morph au #fic #answerd

[astrojoy]

Hey! how are you? Well...I am a little confused abt smth it's actually that.....in almost all the tarot readings that I have watched, all of them said that my fs is in a toxic relationship rn and so what happened last night was that my ears were ringing alot for some unknown reason....all day long...and smh in my tumblr fyp very randomly a blog came up which said that sometimes ear ringing represents your guardian angel trying to communicate so at night before sleeping i affirmed a few times that if they actually have anything to tell me then can they guide me through my dreams.....and as I finished affirming I fell asleep very fast smh(ps I have insomnia and It's not easy for me to fall asleep this easily) and in my dreams I saw this man ik laying down on a bed and it was rlly dark like the only source of light was the moonlight coming through some window(I didn't saw his face but I smh knew it was him) and there was this woman sitting next to him tracing his facial features and again I smh knew that it was his toxic girlfriend. And then idk when I woke up I remember subconsciously thinking "Stay away from my husband" like thats what I woke up thinking or more like what I was thinking in my dream....does this by any chance mean he can be my fs? Also for some unknown reason I am weirdly attracted to this man also the description of my fs fits this man....but I am so confused bcs it just doesn't feel like we'll ever be together

I'm doing quite fine! Very very intriguing, thank you for feeling comfortable enough to talk about this :) sorry I got in depth with this to help explain it clearly

So, in my experience, generally when I've talked to my guardian angel or come in contact with him in astral travel/astral projecting for different reasons, his face is always twisted. Generally from what I know guardian angels don't show their face. If you try to look at them, it will look blurred, morphed or like pieces of their face are in different areas. Now, in dreams they can look however they need to. They can look like their true self without the morphed features or portray themselves as someone to get a message to you (Generally they wear fully white cloth clothing // it sounds very stereotypical but from what I've seen from another persons guardian it seems it's just how it is)

An example is when my guardian angel visits me in my own dreams, whether it's to give me a message, protect me from something in an astral travel, or seeing what I'm up to, he generally has all of his facial features showing and wears his typical clothing

So I'm inclined to believe that it was possibly your angel trying to show you something about your FS. If you wanted to come in contact with your future spouse you'd either do it by accident (deep soul connection) or by thinking about them too much and etc, something that pushes your energy at them in the universe (I don't recommend this however I'm just here to give input 💖 :)

Something that strikes out to me about your dream is the fact that your guy had this toxic girl with him. This leads me to believe that you were trying to be shown why, your spouse is going to be toxic and why you keep hearing it. What caused him to become what he will be when you meet or get together. It's like your guides are saying "its not you, but don't be confused with the source either" I think he's probably had toxic relationships that accidentally rubbed off onto him. So he may have toxic habits or accidentally mirrors some of his ex's in the past, he may not understand a healthy relationship as much after them. Thus it may be better to take it slow with this man. Show him what's normal. As you guys are dating in the future and not married yet, show him certain things that may be percieved as rude or toxic, but don't force it because it may come off the wrong way too

Generally from my experience, coming in contact with my FS has been random and accidental. I don't like intruding on future friends, bfs/gfs or anyone else I'll meet and its because I don't like pushing into someone's business. It just appears my guides have shown visions of future me and also 2 others I will meet. The only time I don't mind is if our souls connect randomly or someone's guiding the process (like an angel or spirit guide and etc) The way I can tell its him and not an angel portraying him is due to a few things. His appearance stays consistent, there's also a different energy you can feel from an angel and a familiar soul. I've had moments where I've accidentally popped into his dream or he's been in my own dreams and we are generally quiet and just observing the dream

So def pay attention to energy you felt in that dream as well is what I'm saying 🙇‍♂️ very important

Idk if this helped or not. I tried to give input on the difference between angelic energy and soulmate energy (soulmate meaning any soul family of yours) have a wonderful day lovely and def thank your guides for the message if it for sure was one! 🫂💖

[bitchfitch]

there's another three (four?) characters that I'm uncertain should be on the OC mega list. bc like, ok hear me out, they were cool when I was 13(?) and medicated to the point of severe psychosis. they are Not cool now that I'm an adult with a mostly clear mind and like, awareness of problematic tropes reguarding DID

also like, I can remember them 100% but I cant for the life of me think what their names were bc they eventually morphed into the prince and the hound cast. This sounds like it should be a spoiler but literally nothing I'm about to say remains true for any of the characters.

Ok so basically it started in media res with Reporter and Painter getting married. and it's a happy joyful day until Reporters ex (Cop) crashed the wedding and unloaded a clip into Painter because he's insisting Painter is a serial killer who will kill reporter too. He's believed that for as long as he's known Painter. He's taken down by some of Painter's older brothers. and an ambulance is called. Reporter is sobbing at Painter's side while they wait for the ambulance and it's kinda clear that he's probably not going to make it. he tells her where to find some note books and that he loves her and hopes she can forgive him.

The rest of the story is spent by her picking through his journals and sketchbooks house of leaves style and slowly piecing together that the painter(who I now remember is named Vincent) was the serial killer that she was reporting on and that Cop was investigating when she met him.

In his notes Vincent refered to an alter ego, a split personality that his abusive, (mob/gang/Mafia/whatever) family had intentionally curated within him.

But, but, Reporter saw holes in the story that didn't line up. she was with him on one of nights Vincent bemoaned that he had apparently woken as the split and killed someone, and she could find evidence of the killing, but she Knew Vincent couldn't have done it. She was with him that night, and she hadn't been able to sleep so she just sat up beside him in bed and read a book all night. He couldn't have left without her noticing.

She had been attacked by the killer at one point, Vincent was devastated to find out, but the man who attacked her Couldn't have been Vincent bc he was shorter than Vincent and didn't have Vincent's limp.

There was one night before she and Vincent began dating where she Knew the killer had taken a bullet to the shoulder because she saw it in Cops report. Vincent didn't have the scar.

She knew Vincent had some pretty severe mental health issues, depression, anxiety, and some type of psychosis that wasn't well controlled by his medication, and it was beginning to look like his family intentionally abused that fact to have him be ready and willing to take the blame for any horrible thing they needed him to.

I don't think I ever figured out an ending for them. Just that Reporter figured it out while Vincent was still in the hospital.

Like, these characters are some of the oldest I have. and i Think I could rework them into something less That but I'm still uncertain they are worth picking apart and rebuilding. or being counted in the final total.

#im pretty certain Vincent was mute too

[nathank77]

4/1/24

2:18 a.m Updated/Edited/Added to

So I struggled to fall asleep last night. I took my half at 5 a.m and I still wasn't asleep by like 7:23 a.m so I ended up taking a Benadryl bc I had my eyes closed for over 30 minutes and I just didn't fall asleep. This is two nights in a row I had to mix Benadryl in to fall asleep well sorta. Last night I absolutely did.

The night before that, I snored myself awake. I tried to fall back to sleep and I ended up taking a Benadryl. I haven't touched hydroxyzine though either night. I had to use Benadryl half way through the night when I woke up like 3-4 hours later.

I'm worried the half is losing effectiveness. Yet I started Coq10 the day I snored myself awake.. I did technically fall asleep without the Benadryl but Coq10 can cause insomnia. I don't really think it is...

That night I snored myself awake I was stressed about going to Katie. Last night I really wasn't stressed as I absolved myself from it by writing it out and remembering my true intentions.

Another consideration is I've been on methimazole every other day for at least a week now. My resting heart rate was around 85. Now it's 64... idk... all i know is my appetite is picking up and I'm using the bathroom a little bit more.

I'm still getting cold... idk if I'm normal or going hyper. I won't find out until the 16th. I got to monitor my heart rate and I have more metoprolol, my doctor perscribed me 50mg instead of 100 of succinate incase I go back to hyper... so that could be throwing me off.

Idk what normal feels like. I know what hyper does. And I don't think I'm very hyper if I am. I kinda know what hypo feels like. I was def falling asleep faster when I was hypo...

So all of this can be playing a role. I hate that my thyroid is an experiment right now.. I'm glad I scheduled it for the 16th instead of the 23rd.

I am worried about tepezza still. It can cause autophony, tinnitus and significant hearing loss.

I did a full std panel as it's been over a year since Katie. Everything came back negative. I mean the lot. I got tested for even hepatitis all of them. Syphilis. Hiv. Etc.

Although tbh I have herpes simplex 1. Aka I've had a cold sore before. I've had like 4-6 throughout my life. She did the blood test for herpes 1 and 2... my herpes 1 came back as equivocal. Meaning neither the absence or presence. And my herpes simplex 2 came back positive in the low index category at a 1.6....

I've never had symptoms... the problem with this test is it's got a 1 in 2 chance of being a false positive. Aka 1 in 2 people will have a false positive.

As it only picks up the herpes virus and doesn't distinguish between hsv1 or hsv2.

I forgot to mention to my doctor I have had cold sores... it's factual I have hsv1...

I'm not concerned, as the false positive rate between 1.10 and 3.0 is very high. If I was over 3 it's has a 90% accuracy rate. Under 3 especially under 2 and closer to 1, it's very inaccurate.

I got a 1.6, 1 in 2 tests are a false positive. They discorage doctors from doing the test for a reason unless the person has symptoms and I never have.

The issue with this test is in order to be certain they have to order an inhibitor test to inhibit hsv2.. and if that comes back positive you have asymptomatic hsv2.

Incase Elise is reading this I want this out in the open. I do not have hsv2. I'm going to ask for the inhibitor test in May for my next appt to keep it on the down low, I don't want the office staff thinking I have genital herpes.

If i knew how inaccurate it was I wouldn't have done it. Basically the test only looks for the herpes virus and can't distinguish between hsv1 or hsv2.

Getting equivocal on hsv1... and knowing I've had cold sores is an almost guarantee the hsv1 test didn't pick it up bc it was an inadequate sample. While the hsv2 picked it up bc it can't distinguish between the two.

My lab results say it very well can be a false positive and I need the inhibitor test to confirm as my index is low...

Tbh I'm not anxious about it at all. I know bc it can't distinguish between the two, it picked up that I infact do have the herpes virus but it's hsv1 aka cold sores. Mouth herpes. I'm not anxious, I know I'm right bc of my research.

Of course I'm worried that Elise would be hesitant to be with me, if she loved me if I did the inhibitor test and it came back positive. I'd never lie. Just bc I am asymptomatic doesn't mean my next partner will be. However I know bc of my research it's a false positive. And my hsv1 test was a false negative for sure.

With that being said of course I'm worried about the stigma and if it was a real positive that no one would be with me. Despite this I know it's a false positive and I'll stick the course and get the inhibitor test.

I've never had symptoms, that does not mean you can't have it. However I've thought long and hard about who I have had genital to genital contact with.

It's been like 2 people. I've had a decent amount of oral sex in the past but I was like between 14-18.

Genital to genital, it was seriously two people.

I truly don't think I have it. I think I have a false positive that picked up the hsv1 virus...

If I did the inhibitor test, and found out I had both I'd write that here as I'd never try to pull the wool over someone's eyes, as me being asymptomatic doesn't mean the other person will be....

Either way I know in my heart it's hsv1 cause of my past symptoms and I read the research.

Despite this, if Elise does love me, I want her to know there is a chance I'm an asymptomatic carrier. Although I feel it's a 3% chance given they can't distinguish between hsv1 and hsv2 without the inhibitor.

If my test results read that they used the inhibitor, I would feel very differently but Quest is saying don't diagnosis him do the inhibitor.

So yea maybe reading that kept me up last night cause I did a lot of research.

I got to submit a urine test for the last two std tests.

I have a feeling once I do that inhibitor test I'll have a clean bill of health minus hsv1 cause yea I got it.

I hope Elise would still be with me regardless of if it's hsv1 only or both. Although I wouldn't blame her if she wouldn't.

Although I do think that inhibitor test will show what I've been writing about. The cdc discourages using the test she used on me. Either way safe sex is important.

So I'll do the test and if I happen to have hsv2, well I guess whoever I end up with has to love me despite this. It's going to be hard to sell myself as a transman ingeneral but with hsv2 I might as well expect to spend my life alone.

I refuse to pull the wool over anyone's eyes though but I'm sure in May I'll be saying I have confirmed hsv1 and my hsv2 test came back negative.

If you're reading this and you're not in love with me you probably shouldn't read every entry cause I get kinda personal here. This truly is my dairy.

If you do love me, if the test goes badly I hope it won't change your feelings for me. Although I do truly think it is a false positive.

[touchytoxic]

me: okay, need some rest so i can feel good tomorrow!!

my body: okay! great! *takes an hour to let me fall asleep* *gives me dreams about work* *wakes me up randomly at exactly midnight* *gives me dreams about parents* *wakes me up at exactly 3am* *gives me dreams about losing something loved* *wakes me up at exactly 4am* *makes 8 hours of sleep feel like 3*

me: just... gotta get up... out of bed... with no energy??

my body: oh whoops forgot to give you that, maybe later today! *makes me tired halfway through the work day instead* *and gives me a splitting headache after work*

#why do i try #if i tell my parents they just make excuses but i've had these issues for years now #fucking dicks #i tell them it doesn't matter how early i sleep or how early i wake up they just tell me it's my fault somehow #i hate them why do i even talk to them #sorry i'm cranky #bc i didn't sleep well and now i have to get through another day without any energy

[fatherwerewolf]

more sonadow headcanons bc idk they're fun to write and i jus think their neat lolz

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starting things off, i like 2 hc that shadow is a great mechanic. since he has multiple vehicles in his arsenal, he picked up tips and tricks and overall ways of fixing up his vehicles, kinda like how tails does. occasionally, him and tails bond over this, sharing tips with one another. sonic never knows what's going on and is always so confused whenever he watches either one fix up something with machinery, but he still likes watching anyways.

ohmyGOD it would have been such a interesting concept to see shadow in sonic unleashed and see how shadow would react to sonic's werehog form.

BUT, if shadow were in sonic unleashed, i feel it would be easy for him to point out that it's sonic. like c'mon, how else is BLUE with a BLUE, RED, AND WHITE COLOR SCHEME other than metal sonic? normal sonic lmao. moving on, ofc sonic is insecure shadow has to see him like this, exactly like how he reacted to when amy said that she didn't recognize him. surprisingly, shadow likes sonic being in this form, it brings a different perspective to his character, something different to explore. so, when shadow finds out how this all happened, he makes a few snarky remarks, but then goes onto tell sonic that he's still sonic no matter what, and encourages him to take this as a good opportunity to explore and discover new things about himself in this form.(sonic then bursts into tears because this was such a heartfelt moment for him and shadow)

so, sonic takes shadows advise and together they learn new things about sonics new form.

actually, another reason why shadow likes sonic in this form is how he can see how sonic really fights without the use of his speed. yeah, sonic in the werehog state can be fast in his own way, but that's not his main aspect in this form. werehog sonic is basically as aggressive as shadow is when they fight in the night, and so shadow kinda likes this new side of him.

though, with being the werehog and all, sonic now has trouble sleeping during the night. he becomes nocturnal, restless and maybe even a little bit anxious when there is nothing to do during the night. he paces, walks around in circles, fidgets and shows obvious signs of anxiety because he always thinks that he has to be doing or fighting something at night now (this is a given anyways as sonic also does this during the day but its even MORE amped up at night) so shadow has 2 find ways to help sonic find ways to calm him down and/or get at least some amount of shut eye

one day out of the blue, sonic challenges shadow to switch shoes for a week. shadow finds this a bit weird at first, but takes on the challenge anyway bc, as we all know shadow, doesn't back down from a challenge. both think this challenge is gonna be relatively easy...until its not. (AND YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT SONIC'S SHOES ARE JUST SOME NORMAL ASS SHOES BC THERE IS NO WAY THEY COULD BE SOME NORMAL ASS SHOES AFTER ALL HE'S BEEN THROUGH, so i hc that sonic shoes are basically steel toed, and well as having some engineering that tails came up with to increase his jump height. when trying them on for the first time, they basically feel like trampolines until you find the right balance to wear them comfortably) and so, immediately after trying them on, and going for a 2 second run, they either fell on their asses or fell on their faces. shadow wasn't used to running so last footed and sonic wasn't used to feeling like he was gonna blast off to space any minute. but eventually, throughout the week, they got used to it...sorta. sonic fell over more times than shadow did but shadow still slipped up a few times. so basically shadow had won yet another challenge made up by the blue blur himself.

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ok sorry this one is kinda short i wrote it a few days ago and tots forgot what i was actually writing about so that's my bad!!!!

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