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evie-sturns · 3 months

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ - ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ

(part 1)

summary: you and your best-friend matt, have decided to sign up to be a summer camp counsellor for your school's summer project! will you two stay as just friends? or will this summer turn out different for you guys.

a/n: so excited for this, lowkey already got the plotline thought out! really hope you guys like this one, this series is like my final bang before school starts again and i start producing less.

contains: kissing, swearing, no smut (YET ), mentions of anxiety.

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"y/n, matts here right now get your ass downstairs!" my older sister shouts, "for fucks sake." i grumble, attempting to zip up my suitcase.

matt and i became really close these past years, i mean, so close to the point where we've both decided to waste our summer at lake-side summer camp. it wasn't really a choice, for our final year of high-school we've been forced to sign up for a job for business class. being a camp counseller won't be hard, right? it's just hanging out with a bunch of 9 years olds for 6 weeks.

as i'm dragging my maroon suitcase downstairs, matt honks twice from his grey van, which is parked comfortably in my driveway. "see you mom!"

i yell out before she races towards me, placing a wet kiss on my face. "keep in touch baby, ill miss you!" she says emotionally, her eyes glossy, as she squeezes me in a tight hug. without another word i'm out the door.

matts standing outside his van, his arms crossed with a small smile painted across his face. my face lights up as i see him, "matt!!" i yell, running towards him full speed as i drop my suitcase. "i missed you so much!" i say, pulling him into a tight hug, he hugs me back, his hand wrapped around my waist as he chuckles slightly.

"i don't think anyones ever been that excited to see me." he laughs. after a long hug i pull away. he jogs over to my suitcase, picking it up with one hand.

"matt its like 90 pounds how the fuck are you lifting that comfortably." i say in disbelief as he throws it in the trunk. he smiles "it's bursting at the seams, what the fuck you got in there?"

"the necessities." i tease, climbing into the passenger side of his van. he follows, jumping in the drivers side. he squints his eyes as he taps at the navigation system. "holy fuck." he sighs "2 and half hours up there." he groans, cocking his head backwards. "matt you're okay, it'll be fun." i say chirpily, trying to lighten the mood.

(2 hours later)

matt's been super anxious for the past 2 hours, i haven't questioned it, but he's been biting his fingernails at every oppurtunity he can bewteen our conversations.

"matt?" i question softly.

"hm?" he asks, his knuckles growing white from his grip on the wheel.

"you seem extremely scared, you all okay?" i ask, staring at him, his gaze is fixated on the road ahead.

"im fine." he mumbles.

i know hes lying. i stay silent, letting the tension grow until he finally breaks. "just a girl there, its stupid honestly, just old.. fucking beef from a year ago."

"well you dont know shes gonna be there." i say optomistically.

"i do though, shes been talking about it to literally everyone, fucking hate her."

i nod silently,

"whats her name?" i ask quietly.

"danielle, well dani. shes gonna be a counseller aswell." he says in a blank tone.

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the blue and yellow bold sign of the camp fills my vision as we pull into the parking lot. matt stays silent as he gets out of the car, slamming the door in a huff behind him.

i climb out of the car onto the gravel, hes already got my suitcase and his bag, balancing in his hands. he may be annoyed, but hes still a gentleman, "you going?" he asks nodding his head towards the gate. "can i take something off your hands?" i ask signalling towards the bags.

"no just go." he mumbles. "put those down for a second." i say pointing at the suitcases. his eyebrows furrow as he places them on the dusty floor.

i walk over to him and wrap my arms around him, "matt, you'll be okay i promise yeah? just try to be optomistic" he nods. "thank you."

(35 minutes later)

were all sitting in the main hall, theres about 200 hundred kids, ages ranging from 6-12, i'm sitting next to matt in the counsellors section while the camp owner gives a full rundown to the kids.

after a handful of minutes the kids all clear out before a voice from the front calls out.

"welcome, everyone!" the woman calls from the front. "for our newbies this year, my name is jessie and i'm the camp owner here at lakeside summer-camp. since owner and I oversee everything and everyone here. my family founded this camp and i'm so happy to welcome you to our camp this year, you unfortunately wont see me too much because i will be mainly behind the scenes.”

she clears her throat before continuing.

“today is a settling-in day, since so many people are tired from traveling, and the final step of our welcome is meeting the group of people we'll be working with for the next ten weeks, which are all the people currently in here right now, you are all counsellors."

“and about the kids groups, the kids are separated into one of four groups: pufferfish, sharks, fish, and crabs. each animal represents an age group, and each group has six counsellors who work on rotation, 2 of the counsellors will take turns every night sleeping in the kids cabin to supervise."

me and matt look at eachother, he seems to have calmed down a bit now, 'dani' is across the room with a group of girls.

"youve been emailed about your counsellor groups and cabins now," jessie says before stepping off the stage, leaving us alone to check our emails.

the email reads.

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hello camp counsellers! welcomes to lakeside summer-camp. the counsellers for each groups are:

Pufferfish: Bella, poppy, milly, reagen, daniel, and max.

Sharks: Danielle, Matthew, Y/n, xavier, and lincoln and paige.

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i dont even bother reading the rest of the email, i slam my phone down into my lap. what are the fucking chances, danielle, the girl matt hates is in our group? great.

i look over at matt, hes pale.

"c'mon, were going to the cabins." he whispers, grabbing my hand and standing up, he lets my hand go, dragging our suitcases out the main hall.

we walk in silence until we see a sign 'SHARKS COUNSELLOR CABINS' there's only 1 cabin insight, from what ive heard the cabins are about 100 meters apart. infront of the cabin theres two names 'Y/N and Xavier.' i give matt a goodbye wave before entering the cabin. i watch matt disappear through the trees towards his cabin.

xavier is sitting on his bed, which has been decorated in his things, consisting of a pink bed sheet, and a flower pillow. "hey girl!" he says smiling, he has a blond buzzcut, brown eyes, hes wearing a purple tight shirt with denim jorts.

"hii!" i say nervously, as i start unpacking my things.

i lay out my bedsheets across the bed, he breaks the silence "oh my god those are adorable," he says scrolling through his phone. "thanks!" i say smiling at him.

(4 hours later)

After settling into my cabin and befriending xaiver, i decide to go find out what cabin matt's in, i sit up in bed, putting my phone on my pillow as i stand up, walking over to the exit.

I open the door to the cabin, stepping out into the evening air. i walk on the gravel path through the trees, another cabin is in sight. suddenly my stomach sinks, rustling in the garland to my left. my neck snaps to the side, my heart stops.

matt and dani. they're making out, they don't even see me. his hands are on her ass and waist, gripping tightly. jealously and anger floods through me. why am i jealous, i don't even like matt like that.. do i? did i just spend my day comforting matt over this.. girl, who he apparently hates. why is he touching her, why the fuck is he kissing her!

what a waste of my fucking day.

abrubtly matt pulls away, he saw me. his face drops as dani stares at me. my heart thumps as i freeze. matt tries to walk over to me, but its too late, i've already took off in the other direction.

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oh my goooooodddd. i really like this plot-line so yall better like it too!!. part 2 will probably come out tomorrow, let me know in my inbox your thoughts on this!

#sturniolo #sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo fluff #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

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gaeforwom3n · 20 days

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People can hurt...

Words: 675

Summary: Tara comfort her childhood friend from a break up..

Warnings: bad writing, the use of y/n, Tara may or may not have feelings for reader, i think that's all

Tara and Y/n had been best friends since middle school. They met in homeroom on the first day of seventh grade, and from that moment on, they were inseparable. They sat next to each other in every class, shared lunches, and even went to each other's houses after school.

Y/n was always drawn to Tara's confident demeanor and laid-back attitude. She admired how Tara never seemed to care what other people thought of her, and she found herself wanting to be just like her. On the other hand, Tara loved Y/n's kindness and empathy. She knew that Y/n would always be there for her, no matter what.

Now they’re in college and y/n is in tears in Tara's arms, explaining how exhausted she felt in her relationship with her ex-girlfriend, Tara could see the pain etched onto her friend's face. She held Y/n close, feeling her heart break for her best friend.

"It's not your fault," Tara said softly, stroking Y/n's hair as she held her. "Depression is a complicated illness… it's not something you can just overcome by being happy or supportive."

Y/n sobbed even harder at Tara's words, feeling guilty for blaming her ex's mental illness on the reason their relationship ended. She knew that it wasn't her fault, but she still felt like an idiot for thinking that she was the one who could change her ex-girlfriend.

"Please… make the pain stop," Y/n begged Tara, tears streaming down her face. "I just want it to all go away…"

Tara held Y/n even closer, feeling her friend's body shake with sobs. She knew that the pain of a broken heart was deep and raw, but she also knew that she would do anything to help ease Y/n's suffering.

"Shhh… you don't have to bear this pain alone," Tara said softly, gently rocking Y/n in her arms.

The night wore on, and as the hours passed, Y/n's crying slowly began to fade. Exhausted from all the sobbing, she finally drifted off to sleep in Tara's arms.

Tara held her friend close, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over her. She knew that she could never fully understand what Y/n was going through, but she also knew that she would do anything to help her best friend heal.

As Y/n slept peacefully in her arms, Tara whispered softly into her ear, "I love you… and I'll always be here for you." And with those words, she quietly watched over Y/n as she slept, making sure that her friend felt safe and loved. Even in the darkest of times, Tara knew that they would always find their way back to each other. And for now, that was all that mattered.

The next day..

The following morning, Tara found Y/n curled up on her couch, still wearing the same clothes from the night before. Her eyes were puffy from crying, and there was a lingering sadness in her usually bright and cheerful demeanor.

"Hey," Tara said softly, sitting down next to Y/n and putting an arm around her shoulders. "How are you feeling?"

Y/n let out a small sigh, leaning into Tara's embrace. "I… I don't know, Tara," she replied, her voice trembling with emotion. "Everything just seems so overwhelming… I miss her, but at the same time, I hate how she made me feel like shit all the time. And now… I just feel so stupid for thinking that I could make her happy."

Tara squeezed Y/n's shoulder gently, trying to offer some comfort. "You know what, Y/n?" she said softly. "It takes a lot of courage to admit when something isn't right… and you're right to feel hurt. No one should make you feel bad about yourself, especially not someone who claims to love you."

Y/n sniffled, wiping away a stray tear. "Thanks, Tara," she murmured, leaning her head against Tara's chest. "You always know what to say to make me feel better."

#tara carpenter x fem!reader #tara carpenter x reader #scream vi #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x y/n #scream 6 #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #tara carpenter

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fatuismooches · 1 year

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I've written a few pieces about Dottore with a fragile! reader which you can see here, here, and here. I wanted to expand on this concept a bit because the brainrot is real.

You befriended Dottore at the Akademiya (I think the same reader from this piece too) and life was good. Those 20-page papers were a pain but dorming with your lover made it all better.

Until you begin to feel a bit off. Headaches become more frequent, and you start to feel a bit more dizzy than usual, but you chalk it up to just stress. Being a scholar is no easy task, after all. At first, Dottore seems to believe this as well too. (He has forced you to down the most disgusting medicine to make you feel better after all.)

Only this time, the medicine seems to have no effect. All you can hear during the lectures is the pounding of your head and ringing of your ears. After classes, the only thing you can manage to do is flop down onto your bed while you listen to Dottore fiddle with some parts. He doesn’t let you leave until you feel better. It may be some kind of new bug going around, he hypothesizes.

Even after a while, you don’t feel better. It feels like your whole body aches if you even move a muscle. The food tastes like nothing and you struggle to hold your hand still to even write a sentence. The worst part is that you can’t hide your predicament from your lover. You two literally live together in the Akademiya after all. The only thing that baffles your lover, is that he can’t seem to understand your sudden condition. He makes you stay in the room and forbids you from doing anything extraneous.

The only problem is, you have missed dozens of classes already. And whenever you go, the professor always ends up calling you out in front of the whole class for your dropping eyelids. The less-than-polite words of your fellow scholars ring in your ears.

So it doesn’t come as a surprise to you when the higher-ups tell you that they’re kicking you out of the school. If only the Akademiya actually cared about their students. You’re very, very, very tired on the way back from the office, holding onto the walls for support. As much as you want to stay with Dot, since you were kicked out, you can’t live in the dorms anymore. You feel far too ill to live by yourself much less get a job, so your only choice is the local hospital.

Perhaps this is where the more… illegal activities begin. Hospital fees are no joke, you know. Someone had to pay to keep you there, and neither you nor Dottore had that kind of money. So really, no one would notice if a few people started disappearing, right? Dottore’s always wanted to dissect a human body. It would be quite educational as well as worth the money. And the classmates who made fun of you? They’d meet a similar fate.

But the doctors there aren’t much help either. So you just spend your days either by yourself, maybe passing the time with a book he lent you, or with Dottore whenever he visits. Runs tests on you without the staff knowing because there’s no way he’s trusting them, but it was to no avail. You let Zandik do what he wants because it was hard for you to care much anymore.

Also - you bawling your eyes out about how miserable you feel because of this stupid sickness. It ruined your life. You can’t do anything by yourself anymore. Your smile is virtually gone. What if he leaves you, you cry. You’re useless to him. It’s at this point, that Dottore swears that he would cure whatever illness you were afflicted with. No matter the process or the atrocities that he would need to commit. No matter who gets hurt. No matter the insults that get hurled at him. He would see to it that you were back on your two feet, cooking, fighting, studying, whatever you wanted.

Also - Dottore bringing you to Snezhnaya after Pierro recruits him. Only thing is that you’re in a coma at this point so you don’t wake up until a few years later. Waking up to the sight of three other Dottores’ in the room almost shocked you back to sleep. At this point with all the fancy technology and funds he has, your health has been better than your school days.

Also - the clones kind of being in awe of you. All they’ve seen of you is your sleeping form. Only Prime actually knew you. So that’s why you always have at least one of them following you around wherever you go. Prime is amused at this. Okay, and remember when the Omega Dot said that he was the most selfish clone of them all?? Him hogging you from the other clones. Nah because I don’t think he likes the other clones very much. Wants to keep you to himself so the clones absolutely dread whenever Prime leaves them alone. He hates when you ask the other clones for things. Smirk drops rather quickly.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #dottore fluff #il dottore #genshin impact il dottore #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui x reader #dottore angst #fragile reader <3

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saltygilmores · 5 months

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THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS: S3/EP4/ONE’S GOT CLASS THE OTHER ONE DYES (PART 2)

Luke and Lorelai both have "unique" approaches to conducting business, I'll give them that. This chapter was rough for me to write for some reason and then I LOST my draft partway through and had to rewrite everything! Some things that are happening:

-Lane attempts to initiate a conversation with Mrs Kim about her new band. She loses her courage before Mrs. Kim presents her with applications to strict Christian colleges. -Michel suggests that the honor of being named a Successful Person in Business is a low bar to clear when Lorelai's only business competitor in Stars Hollow is a presumably homeless and/or mentally ill fellow who scours the streets for change with a metal detector. I mean, yeah, he has more ambition and a better work ethic than Lorelai does.

-Luke is reluctant about the speaking gig and Lorelai threatens to embarrass him by singing badly in public if he does not comply. He may as well refuse since she's going to embarrass him on a daily basis no matter what he does anyway? -Luke says he went to Stars Hollow High for three years. Huh? I thought he's lived in The Hollow his entire life? High school is four years long. Did he move, drop out or graduate early? No explanation was given at this point in time.

-Luke has "no good memories" of high school. Join the club. -Luke asks Lorelai if she's ever been diagnosed with a psychiatric disorder. No, the answer you're looking for is no. She is unmedicated and dangerous.

My beloved Tomatos Sign is missing! You'd think it was because after 3 years the prop department noticed the spelling error and took it down to fix it. You would be wrong. It'll return shortly to be Tomatos for several more years. Should I ask that Valerie Campbell lady (as "key set designer" is her title, I believe) why it took 5+ years for someone to notice one of the most visible props for the entire run of the series had a spelling error?

Lane is interesting. Yes, she is naive in many ways, that's a given with her upbringing. But she is also painfully self aware and highly intelligent. She is definitely not stupid. She fully realizes how desperately boxed in she is by her neurotic mother. She makes the effort and takes risks to live life on her own terms even though it usually seems futile and AmyShermanPalladino is always lurking around a corner waiting to shatter all her hopes and dreams. Rory on the other hand is such a pathetic people pleaser and so desperate to keep her mother happy that I think she's blind to the fact that she's actually in a similar situation, Lorelai just masks it under the veneer of being a "cool young mom" and Rory is content to remain more stagnant. I have more thoughts on this subject but let's not make this into a rambly mess. On with the ShitCircus.

I can't believe it looks there's another fucking festival going on in the background. I am grateful some of these seasonal events exist because it helps me keep track of where we are in the year. There's pumpkins, it's fall, the Thanksgiving episode is still a ways away so I can assume it’s early October and Rory would have just had her 18th birthday.

Lane and Rory on their way to harrass Queen Shane at her place of employment. Minimum wage in 2002 was $5.15, by the way. Look at that Rory, someone your age has a JOB that makes MONEY.

Stars Hollow, the land where nobody has seen a tv show produced after 1975 but the references to modern pop and rock music flow like wine.

Alexis really does have some spectacular defeated/fed up with everything facial expressions in her acting playbook.

Sure her customer service skills aren't the greatest, but if Lorelai Gilmore is allowed to leave work in the middle of the day to shop for coffins then Shane should be allowed to read a Seventeen behind the counter and ignore Rory. Her manager, Cynthia, is pretty chill and will look the other way if Shane slacks off. Reminder that while Rory knows who Shane is, Rory has barely been a glint in the corner of Shane's eye. Any time that Shane and Rory have shared the same space, it's been when Shane runs into the diner, makes out with Jess, and doesn't look back. Because she is a god damn superhero.

It's unlikely Jess and Shane ever use their tongue for talking either so I doubt Jess has told her who Rory is. So to Shane Rory is just some random customer who is staring at her weirdly like she's trying to melt her with her eye-beams.

Look at that exemplary customer service. Better crown her Employee of the Month now, before Jess offs her and throws her in the lake next month.

Dirty white aprons with tomato can accessories are the newest sensation on the 2002 Paris Runways. Luke Danes, fashion icon. Time to go to class. Lorelai is there to play Fashion Fairy Godmother. Upstairs we go to get him out of that sweaty flannell.

That's so filthy. L&L barge into the apartment without knocking to find Jess in the middle of pulling up his pants. Walking into any room that a teenage boy might occupy is a risky game, but Interruption seems to be Lorelai's biggest kink.

I know Jess is just a poor little street urchin but can we get him some clothes that fit for once? In 2002 Milo was so smol a stiff breeze could have blown him away. He's wearing a belt and it's not working. Those pants are so baggy they could fit 3 Milos in them. Not that I would mind if his pants fell down. Looks we're on Gilmore Girls Time today, where down is up and right is left as Luke and Lorelai are about to give speeches at Stars Hollow High in the middle of the school day but Shane, Lane, Rory and Jess are not in school and no one cares, so it's Who The Fuck Knows O'Clock.

Stars Hollow High: Jess is not graduating because he never went to class. Luke: How could I possibly know that? Jess settles into a chair with a chemistry textbook. Our Child Labor Kingpin here Luke Danes tells him to go help Cesar downstairs. Jess says his education is more important than Luke's desire to use his nephew for cheap child labor. Luke disagrees. Luke goes to change in his bedroom leaving Lorelai, Jess, and a cloud of awkard silence to mingle in the other room. Luke has a book on his shelf called "Forty Days" but i can't find anything with that title. It sounds kinda erotic, tbh. Lorelai says she's gone swimming with Luke and has seen him shirtless before. Que? Jess: Have you seen him with his shirt off lately? He's really let himself go. Lorelai: *Sneers and ignores him. (to Luke): And lose the baseball hat! Jess: I think his head will fall off without it. Lorelai (snarkily): I think he'll be okay. You wanted Jess to talk, right? You're going to continue bitching to everyone you know that Jess Mariano only speaks in grunts like a caveman unlike your little fucking English scholar there Dean Forrester, right? He just lobbed you two funny quips in a row (and you love funny quips!) but now you're silent and giving him a dirty look and a nasty attitude. WHAT DO YOU EVEN WANT, WOMAN? MAKE UP YOUR MIND! WHY SO SILENT QUIPPY! WHAT DID THIS CHILD EVER DO TO YOU!

I'm just gonna sit here and read my little Chemistry book, and one day I'm gonna make 40 kajillion dollars when my books are made into blockbuster movies, and I will own you, Aunt Lorelai. I will own you.

Lorelai doing the Fry squint at Jess when he asked if something was wrong, because she refused to make conversation with him.

Speaking of Gilmore Girls Time. Let's stop the clock for a minute here. Moments ago, Shane was at work. She rang up Rory and Lane, and they left immediately. The scene then cuts to Lorelai entering the diner and then after he gets a brief lecture about his clothing choices, Lorelai and Luke start to head upstairs so he can change. In order for Closet Girl to be Shane, her shift would have ended seconds after she finished with Rory and Lane, and then she would have to immediately run down the street, sneak upstairs to Luke's apartment without him noticing and would only be seconds into servicing Jess as Luke and Lorelai are about to walk in PLUS he would need time to hide her in the closet and pull up his pants and appear cool calm and collected. I know Shane is a slutty superhero but could she really put that off in just a few minutes? Conclusion? It wasn't actually Shane in that closet and Jess has a rotation of girls who skip school with him to service him in his uncle's closet.

#gilmore girls #denise rewatches gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 3 #OGCTOOD #jess mariano #rory gilmore #shane #queen shane #luke danes

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catrakun · 5 months

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I keep hearing kids (more specifically neurotypical white guys) calling people “autistic” as a joke/insult. Like, this kid threw a frisbee for another kid to catch, and they missed the catch and someone shouted, “How tf did you miss that!? What, are you autistic?”

It makes me so mad to even think about. Being autistic does NOT make someone stupid. In fact, some people with autism have scientifically been proven to be at a higher evolutionary level than neurotypical people. Not to mention that most people that I know (including myself) who do the best in school are neurodivergent. Not all people that I know, but most people. Not only that, but most of the neurotypical kids spend most of their class periods on their phones, and not even trying to get anything done.

I also hate when people say, “UGH it’s just my OCD,” and they’re neurotypical but they like it when pencils are arranged in color order or something. Or, “Ahhaha ADHD moment,” and they just… don’t like sitting still or they stare our the window.

DON’T ROMANTICISE MENTAL ILLNESS !!!

OCD: -If I don’t hold my breath for exactly 37 seconds my family is going to die in a house fire. -Nononononono I was counting the lights and they landed on a odd number, my day is ruined. -Washing the dishes is PHYSICALLY painful. -What do you mean just… step on a sidewalk crack without stepping on the other one?? You guys can do that????? -I’m sorry, I just had a panic attack because I had an intrusive thought that was so bad I started to hyperventilate and now I think I’m gonna get cancer. -Sorry I’m late. My brain told me to touch every odd-numbered tile on that building we walked past earlier and it took me twenty minutes. -I just invisioned myself killing my family, am I horrible person?? Oh my God, this is terrible. I’m terrible. -Oh yeah, I know how many bricks are on every wall in the school. I count them obsessively before tests. -Sorry, I can’t make eye contact with you while you eat or I’ll have a mental breakdown :)))))

What makes it worse is that teachers aren’t doing anything when I tell them this stuff. They’re just like, “Sorry, I can’t help you.” Isn’t it part of a teacher’s job to help kids? And give them a safe learning environment?

#ranting #rambling #autism #ocd #adhd #neurodivergent #neurotypical #opinions

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sweetcloverheart · 7 months

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You know what would have been an actual interesting motive for Emonette going full Renegade Route that didn't rely the writer's hateboner for mean rich blonde girls? A Class Salt plot.

(Not that while I say this, the class depicted is not the Miraclass, but a madeup class for this AU/plot idea)

Picture this: Emonette is in her first year at Francois Dupont and isn't friends with anyone - she's shy, awkward, and too clumsy for her own good. She weirds people out with her motormouth and her need to know everything about everyone, but mostly just fades into the background most of the time. Even the cruel queen bee Chloe doesn't bother with her because why would she? Emonette's not anyone important nor will she be.

But if there's one trait she still shares with our Mari, it's that need to help people - So when someone needs help with a project, or extra goods for a fundraiser, or just an extra hand, she happily and eagerly offers it. Rain or shine, 24/7, she's your gal for whatever event or crisis ills you. After all, friends always help each other out! She couldn't dare leave her classmates' hanging when they might need her.

(And yeah, it gets a bit overwhelming when too many people ask for help around the same time, and she's often left to do the work on her own to the point that she's constantly tired/burnedout- but that's just the price of friendship!)

Then one day, Emonette overhears a conversation she knows she wasn't meant to -

"Are you sure it's fine for me to ask Marinette to help with this? I don't want to be bothering her when she seems so busy-"

"Look, it's fine. Clumsinette's a huge pushover. If you asked her for a kidney she'd likely make space in her schedule for the surgery - if the spazz doesn't drop her calendar into soup or something."

"That seems a bit mean to say about your friend, no?"

"Pfft - dude, I'm not friends with her. I just let the little freak think that so she'll handle group work for me and get me free snacks from her parents' bakery."

"Really?"

"Yeah really! Everyone else in class does the same thing too. You just got to let her think you want to be all buddy-buddy with her and she'll do anything you ask!"

And at first, Emonette doesn't want to acknowledge it - is convinced she misheard, or misunderstood, or they were talking about someone else who is also named Marinette who also owns a bakery and brings extras to class.

But then she notices how her "friends" only seem to want to hang out when there's a class event to be organized or a group assignment that needs a little "extra" pizazz or a dress for a upcoming party or when her parents are having half-off on eclairs. How they're always "busy" when she has spare freetime and tries to invite them over, or how all their calls and texts are about how she missed a stitch on a shirt she was asked to fix or to hurry up on the finishing touches to a poster they need for their part-time job.

(That they always seem to be giggling about her when she enters or leaves the room, or how they call her Clumsinette behind her back)

And when she has to reject a request for help, everyone stops talking to her immediately. She's ignored, shoved around, has her things taken and damaged, and it doesn't stop until she tells them she's able to do it.

"That's our good friend Marinette!"

"Our everyday little hero!"

The rose-colored glasses break, and Emonette finds herself alone in a sea of users and leeches that see her as a free snack machine or an on-call handy girl. There was never "friends" here not ever.

(Not for silly, stupid Clumsinette)

"Y-yeah, you can always rely on me!"

A year passes, and nothing has changed except the growing, boiling anger within her. Her classmates still use her for their own personal gain, and she has little ways of recourse to avenge herself. It seems as though she's doomed for a life of misery.

Then she finds a box, dropped by a bobbed brunette girl from the other class in a rush to leave school - and when she opens it up, her life is changed forever...

#Clover Rants Miraculously #MLB Leaks

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bluebeetle · 9 months

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actually im still mad at that like... most teachers tolerated me being sleepy in class because I excelled on my school work so it was clearly not effecting my actual performance. but this one teacher (For a stupid class I was forced to take to fill the period) pulled me out in front of everyone into the hall to give me a 'warning' about falling asleep while she was talking and how I needed to get to bed earlier or else, and I was like ok Ma'am I have this Chronic Illness that makes me Extremely Fatigued, I just started Medication for it, It's why I Missed Class Last Month because I had Blood work for it, I am trying my best here. and she was like "Well you still need to go to bed earlier" NO! THAT'S LITERALLY NOT THE PROBLEM. I FEEL FATIGUE NO MATTER WHAT THAT IS WHY IT IS A CHRONIC ILLNESS. IT IS MY METABOLISM. I LITERALLY COULD SLEEP ALL DAY AND STILL BE TIRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#also my insomnia issues were really bad in HS too lol #txt

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nancy saying "that explains so much" about steve getting bonked on the head as a kid made me FURIOUS like are you shitting me? mrs. "ur an idiot steve harrington" who knew he was struggling with classes and had said "whats the point ill just end up working for my dad one day" WHEN HE HAS TOLD YOU SEVERAL TIMES HIS DADS AN ASSHOLE? miss gurl....

Okay when he got upset about how bad his essay was and she was like “CaLm DoWn” and then told him she wouldn’t help him finish his application bc they had dinner with Barb’s parents that night even though it was DUE THE NEXT DAY and going to dinner meant he wouldn’t have much time to work on it even by himself.

Working for his dad is something he hates the idea of, and when he’s worked up and feeling dumb and embarrassed he says that’s where his life is going anyway so why fight it?

He’s clearly so insecure about that essay and Nancy is always calling him an idiot and he has clearly internalized people giving him shit abt his smarts so much because he will bring it up and try to laugh it off or try to “be real” about it

(ex: the whole “what’s the point” of going to college, the “brutal combination” of being confident yet being an idiot, the way he wanted Nancy not to “forget about this pretty face” ie he has no value outside of his looks)

And a big part of season 3 was him not getting into college. He is frustrated when he says he “couldn’t even get into Tech and has no future” and he says to Robin he wishes he would’ve focused in school and not have worried about being cool or popular because he would be in his way to college in the fall and not dealing with stupid upside down shit.

And the fact that in March, IN MARCH he is still in Hawkins and has completely dropped any discussion of further education. He could’ve reapplied for the second semester, or taken classes at the community college. But he is fully intent on staying out because he thinks that’s really all he can do.

And the whole idea of crawling backwards had me yelling because babies do EVERYTHING differently. My cousin scooted herself like a weird seal. I refused to crawl and then just kinda started walking one day. And him being like “you push to move” and it’s like. Babies are fucking weird! And idk but when he said he fell down the stairs I was picturing those steep ones in his house like where the fuck were his parents for this fall? Not ‘oh yeah brain damage explains everything’

I could go on and on about how their relationship was really bad for both of them (ofc it had merits too, Steve being an openly Nice Guy now) but the way she would ONLY rib him about his smarts, something he clearly has trouble with, just puts a super bad taste in my mouth.

#steve harrington #nancy wheeler #yikes talks #st4 #stranger things spoiler #strangerthingsspoilers

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vexxandra · 1 year

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intuitive messages from your person (really specific so probably not gonna resonate lol)

first time doing this! a bit of practice, since im not good with listening to my intuition. but were trying new things this new year. lool lets get started :D

m tellin u its like super SUPER specific ;D

pile one:

things that could have significance : genshin, but more specifically, wishing, debate clubs, when you wish upon a star, steven universe end credits (love like you), lavender or mint, milk, the name sofia?, sweaters or oversized clothes, telephone (the song or the object), dial/tone, closet

hello dear. have i been away for too long? apologies, work is very hard nowadays and i find that ive been losing myself more and more. but ive been thinking about you quite a lot. especially at night. dreaming of you. ive been irresponsable, not answering your calls quickly enough and leaving things to pile up between the two of us. but please know that im working very hard and trying the best i can. you must be furious with me, and i can understand that. give me more time, and i promise i wont let you down. id never let you down. i love you too much to ever be able to do that. ive been losing sleep, and thats tiring because i get to see you when i sleep so i find that ive been taking meds more often to help with that. thats stupid, and id know you tell me the same. god, i wish you were next to me right now. then id fall asleep quicker than a light flicks off. music. ill speak to you through our favorite songs, and ill listen for things you say to me in yours as well. its time for me to say good bye though. know that nothing has changed between us, and i care for you as much as ever before.

signed, yours.

pile two:

things that could have significance: grocery stores at night, denki kaminari vibes honestly!!, mixtapes (like old cassette ones), guitar, dog or pets, crescent, artic monkeys, blasting music super loud, summertime, you get me so high - the neighbourhood, electric (or electric love)

gee, its really been a while since we’ve talked last. you’re my best friend, ill love you forever, yknow that? you’re super cool. cooler than popsicles on a summer day. cooler than penguins in the north pole. wait-- penguins live in the south pole? no one told me that?! hey! its not my fault, i never knew that. jeez... still teasing as ever, huh? sometimes i wonder how it would have been if i hadn’t moved away/transferred schools. we’d be tightknit! and we already are. there are so many stupid pictures of us in my camera roll that i jsut scroll through them when i feel like i miss you. nahh im just playing! i always miss you! we should totally hang out sometime soon! lets race grocery carts!

see ya! - your best friend

pile three:

things that could have significance: notebooks, preppy or academia aesthetic, fandom or into dnd, pearls or pearly whites, ‘shade’ colors (white, grey, black-- but emphasis on grey), 505 by artic monkeys, classroom, bunch of school imagery

dear you

why do you have to be so perfect? ive always been top of my class, such an overachiever, but with you, its like all of my accomplishments are suddenly fade away. you’re awesome like that, you know. stop letting your parents control your life. you’re a super smart person, dont let anyone EVER tell you otherwise. oh, and you can let your hair down too. im not gonna judge you, and plus, i think you look nice without your hair all tight like that. meet me at our spot. the spot that’s only ours. a place where we can just be ourselves. what? stop playing around, trying to get me to tell you again. what if someone sees this letter?! its just something between you and me, and i know i can trust you. id trust you with my life, pile three. im serious. stay the way you are. dont become a product of society. you’re absolutely perfect the way you are.

from, yours

pile four TW: Harsh truth! Please don’t read unless you’re ready and willing

things that could have significance: floating, or sinking(into a mattress, or in water), bath/bathing, milky way or space in general, being loved by a ghost, anxiety/confusion, salt or minerals. lots of comparisons here, so that could be something too. also francis forever - mitski and last words of a shooting star -mitski

this person didn’t have a letter to write to you. they were very blocky and choppy and took long pauses in between of answering. also, these are just sentences, so everytime there’s a period, its a sentence ending, and a new idea beginning

i dont need you. i have everything i need. so why are you here? what am i missing? what do i not understand? stop getting into my head. ive been thinking of you. you look nice. (dont) call me. please trust me, i can keep my promises. that, i can swear. bandaids cant heal my scars. sometimes i just want to fall asleep for a long time, and you cant stop or save me. they mean more to me than you. forever. i still care about you. they lied. im getting bored. you used to be the sun. what dont you understand? i still loved you. goodbye. (bonus message: they wont last)

#pac #intuitive messages #pick a pile #tarot #tarot messages #psychic messages #i really dont know if this will resonate #hopefully it does!#have a lovely day #or night #either way #dont lose ur light <3

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Unravel Yourself Before Me ⛓️ Chapter 9 - Playing Chess▸Shigaraki x femReader

Chapter Summary:

◤ Seeing you like this felt intimate, and it probably was, but he couldn’t keep himself from wanting to pry more into your life. To carve himself into it. To force himself in—and he really fucking wanted to—despite knowing how much suffering he’s caused you, despite knowing you’ll try to push him away again.

The floorboard creaked loudly when he stepped towards the frame of your bed, causing you to softly jerk in your sleep. He stilled, waiting, watching.

Would you be mad if you saw him like this?

Probably. ◢

Setting: University AU - No quirks (unless degenerate personalities count) Tags: Slow burn, Eventual Smut, Unhealthy/Toxic Relationships, Humiliation, Mentally Ill Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to ??? Warning: Dead Dove – Do Not Eat | Mind the tags TW: Implied Su/Self H, Dubcon, Reader has a super shitty past like actually, Shigaraki Tomura is his own warning.

AO3 Crosspost | Chain Divider by firefly-graphics

Chapters: One • Two • Three • Four • Five • Six • Seven • Eight • Nine • Ten(ko) • Updates every Monday!

Chapter 9 - Playing Chess When he opened the door to the entrance of your building, a waft of old, aged structure washed over him, making his nose scrunch.

Sounds from the dangling plastic bag in his hand filled the otherwise quiet trip up the stairwell, rustling every time he took a step forward and made his way to the floor where your apartment was at. He couldn’t help but muse at the fact that he had—and only by coincidence this time—found out where you lived.

Not in the literal sense—he’s had quite a lot of your information sitting pretty in his documents—but in the sense that he got to see it in person without having to scope the area first (something that he would’ve done eventually) or…walk you home, as he’d put it.

Instead, you had opened your door for him willingly. You admitted you weren’t even on friendly terms, but he was still allowed to enter, standing right next to your friend that he’s convinced to go with.

His eyes scanned over the door to your apartment, noting how easily it could be broken into by someone with even a modicum of experience. With how old-school the lock system was, it probably wouldn’t take him more than five minutes to crack it open and give himself access to your world whenever he needed to.

But that would be cheating, he thought as he ran his finger along the chipping paint of the wood.

Tomura was definitely not going to slip up again. He knew well that he had to work you a bit longer, until you fully trusted him again.

He grinned to himself. He could do that. The best rewards lie behind the biggest challenges, after all.

He knocked on the door, surveying the hallway outside your apartment and reaching to scratch his neck softly. When the door opened, the first thing he saw was your friend…smiling at him.

It took him by surprise, his face contorting into a frown and his eyes narrowing.

What the fuck was wrong with them? Tomura scoffed.

They’re a pretty shit friend for forcing you to let him in, even he could recognize that much.

It didn’t take a lot for him to persuade them and get your new number. When you’d missed your third class in a row and he realized you wouldn’t come back on your own to finish your…talk with him, Tomura went and found your friend.

Instead of defending you, of clawing his eyes out or putting him in his grave for what he’s done to their supposed best friend—for what he’s still going to do—they let him in. They let him in because he’d promised he’d wanted to make good with you, that he was worried about you or whatever bullshit he’d said that served him at the time.

Was it because they were afraid of him? That would be the most logical take. Everyone was fucking afraid of him, save for maybe your stupid ass.

But he sensed there was something else that he couldn’t yet read from between the lines—something annoying.

In the end, it didn’t really matter to him. Tomura suspected Taylor was the ticket and the conduit for him to get back into your good graces, so he wouldn’t have time to question their motives. He will use whatever he can to get to you, and if your friend was this fucking stupid to let it happen, well—

“You didn’t fuck off after all, huh?” your bitch of a friend asked him with a smug smile.

“Get lost,” he replies, walking past them as they giggled stupidly, placing the plastic bag on the counter.

Despite him only being gone for a total of maybe twenty minutes, your friend had admittedly done an incredible job at making your apartment look more organized, having most of the garbage you had laying around thrown in trash bags and propped against the wall.

Not that Tomura could complain when the person cleaning his own fucking room wasn’t even himself.

“Where is she?” he mumbled, red eyes scanning for you, but you weren’t in the room anymore.

“Asleep, I think. We’ll wake her up when I'm done with the food. You had better have brought something decent, or I swear to god, Crusty,” Taylor nagged with their back at him, but Shigaraki wasn’t listening. “Wait, what are you doing?” they asked curiously when he signaled them to be quiet and opened the door to your room very carefully.

True to their word, you really were curled up in your sheets and sleeping. He had to bite back a snort when he saw your form. The usual rigid bitchiness was toned down by forty percent, making you look more like an angry sleeping cat, face holding a frown even when unconscious.

Tomura’s spread his presence across the safety of your room as he walked inside, noting how incredibly barren it was. Barely anything sitting in this room defined it as yours, making it look like you’ve either just moved in or you’re about to move out at any point in time. White walls, a wardrobe, cardboard boxes, an old desk and a chair.

Heaps of disorganized study notes were cluttering your desk among empty forgotten energy drink cans and an ancient looking laptop. He noted earlier that you seemed to keep your studies and your hobbies separate, taking into account how you had a designated gaming PC set up in the other room.

Seeing you like this felt intimate, and it probably was, but he couldn’t keep himself from wanting to pry more into your life. To carve himself into it. To force himself in—and he really fucking wanted to—despite knowing how much suffering he’s caused you, despite knowing you’ll try to push him away again.

The floorboard creaked loudly when he stepped towards the frame of your bed, causing you to softly jerk in your sleep. He stilled, waiting, watching.

Would you be mad if you saw him like this?

Probably.

Yet he dared to walk closer, squatting next to your sleeping form and observing you further.

Scanning over your face, he wondered what it was about you that pulled him in. You were extremely plain and seemingly unremarkable. There was nothing special about the way you dressed or looked. Your personality was god fucking awful, constantly getting on his fucking nerves. When your eyes weren’t filled with doubt or distrust—at him, at the world—they were determined, angry. You hated the world, hated him and probably also hated yourself.

And he now knew you didn’t get where you are by a stroke of luck. No, you were clever, so fucking clever. Holding your own, strong and independent at the weirdest fucking times.

You never back down from him, never take his shit no matter how many times he's tried to scare you. You were never truly afraid to talk back to him. You played his games. You smelled fucking good. You felt good against his cock and against his lips, and how he longed he could press himself against you once more, anytime or any place you’d let him.

He wanted you, desperately. He wanted to crawl inside your body and to never fucking leave you again, like a parasite you’d never be able to get rid of no matter how hard you tried.

You really fucked up crossing his path in the convenience store that night. You fucked up by talking to him, too. You fucked up being so fucking challenging to him, that he couldn’t help wanting to break you. Ruin you. Build you up, make you his. Only his.

Shigaraki only now realizes that you’ve been staring back at him, all the while his pale hand was caressing your face.

You looked at him through tired eyes as he pulled his hand away, his expression unreadable.

Time stood still for a moment, with both of you staring into each other's eyes. You wondered if this is what a cold war felt like. Enemies at a stillstand, predicting the other person’s move.

Neither of you could've predicted this next move however, as you subconsciously leaned in on your elbow and reached out your own hand to feel his snowy white hair. Was it going to be as soft as it looked?

Shigaraki flinched once your fingertips connected with his head, but didn’t pull back. You began sliding the pads against creases of his dry forehead, right under his messy bangs, earning you a frown of insecurity from him. You don’t let it deter you. No, you keep going, keep raking your fingers into the roots of his hair and brushing it backwards. They get caught into a tangled knot, but even that doesn’t bother him, letting you work quietly to detangle it.

He closed his own exhausted eyes and leaned into your touch, letting out a shaky breath he didn’t know he was holding back.

He waited for you to realize your mistake, to properly wake up or to pull back like you always did.

But the moment never came.

Tomura shuddered when you started petting his head in earnest, unable to help the small groan that escaped his lips. Why the fuck were you so gentle with him? His brows knitted together and when he opened his eyes again to glare at you for making him feel this way, his displeasure immediately dissolved into curiosity.

Your cheeks were visibly reddened, pupils slightly dilated and your lip was fucking quivering—you were flustered. Why were you flustered?

And you told yourself he couldn’t read minds when you couldn’t help but be reminded of the incident before your breakdown—the hallway. Where he laid under you, vulnerable and pliable to your touch.

He couldn’t read minds, yet Shigaraki smirked at you in a way it told you he might, because he too was reminded of it.

He was ready to fail over and over again, but you’re already giving him so much of yourself.

Maybe you’d finally realize that you belong to—

“Wonderful. Are the two lovebirds done making up? We got a baby to feed,” Taylor teased and Shigaraki was caught off-guard, making him stumble backwards with a curse slipping from his mouth.

You rolled your eyes and tried to sit up, but dizziness was weighing you down.

“Help me up,” you reached out to him, but he just stared blankly at your hand, and then at you.

Taylor clicked their tongue, grabbed your hand instead and helped you properly sit up.

“Prince charming here brought you food by the way.” they grinned slyly before continuing, “I warmed it up for you babe, but don’t get up, I’ll bring it to you,” your friend said, leaving the room and you alone with him once again.

You glanced at the boy who did not fucking move a fucking inch from the spot he fell against.

“Comfy down there?” you ask him with a hint of amusement and that seemed to wake him up from his trance.

“Huh? Oh,” he replies, quickly getting on his feet. “I should leave.”

Your almost-smile fell and a deep frown replaced it.

His eyes widened. Were you disappointed that… he was leaving?

“Yeah, you really should,” you say, looking away enough that he’s out of your view.

Alright. Not disappointed, then.

“Yeah.” he stared through you for a moment before turning around and exiting the room as if he was never there.

Taylor shouted a ‘bye’ and a ‘thanks’ after him, but you couldn’t hear anything in return.

Your friend came back to you with a bowl of what smelled like chicken soup.

“Don’t look at me like that. I didn’t tell him what to buy,” they answer your unasked question, crossing their heart and hoping to die. You shrugged and started wolfing down the portion, feeling warmth flowing through your body and into your stomach for the first time in days.

You fucking loved chicken soup. ─────────

It was Tuesday.

Slowly, but surely, the air was getting colder outside, making you shiver slightly despite the extra layer of clothes you had underneath.

It’s been another week since your little… intervention happened.

You finally decided to get out of your comfort cave and stop missing on important study material that you couldn’t afford to miss, despite spending most of the time catching up with important assignments.

Taylor is still dropping by occasionally to check-up on you. You had to promise to call them at least once every 24-hours.

You’re hoping they would drop the worried parent surveillance bit soon, but it seemed unlikely after the stunt you pulled. Call it the consequences of your carelessness. It was odd, because you were walking through the halls of your university and not a single soul glanced your way anymore. It’s like you went back in time. It was quiet.

Your first lecture of the day was about discrete mathematics.

An idle game was playing in the background of your laptop and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you were waiting for the professor to finally finish recommending everyone his fucking four hundred dollar book that he wrote himself, one that you’ll totally fucking need in order to pass his stupid class. Asshole.

You were kind of irritated, because you couldn’t figure out why everyone suddenly had a change of heart and decided to move on from treating you like a whore, from pushing you or catcalling you every time you turned a corner.

Was three fucking weeks all it took for everyone to forget? Or was Shigaraki not updating the thread and ultimately removing it from the platform enough for everyone to stop giving a fuck about you?

It’s not like you or Taylor could check to see if the post was still up. You obviously should, but neither of you can bring yourself to do it, and you have a feeling Shigaraki wasn’t lying to you anyway.

Nevertheless, the air was still weirdly tense. Like something was still going on.

Whatever. You’ll deal with it when the time comes.

Time is moving slowly today, so you take a look at your online schedule on your phone to prepare for the next class, when you notice something strange. Your final class of the day was replaced with a different block.

Urgent Student Assembly - Gym 3

You raised a brow and pray to the fucking sun that there’s been a murder or the dean died of cardiac arrest and the topic of the assembly will not be about whatever happened between you and Shigaraki.

The faculty better not try making an example out of you after they’ve been keeping quiet regarding your situation and letting you deal with everything on your own.

You take a screenshot of the block and you text it to Taylor.

You – ^^^wtf is this? did you hear anything? it’s not about me is it??? [Sent Now]

They responded pretty fast.

Taytay – Uhhhh, no clue?? I don’t have classes today. I’ll let u know later if I hear anything. Did you finally leave your mancave??? [Sent 10:30]

You rolled your eyes at the stupid text, but replied with a smile on your face anyway.

Your phone vibrates once more. Psycho – hello [Sent Now]

What the fuck? You felt a lump get stuck in your throat.

Was he gonna pull some shit again? Is he upset you told him to leave last time? Why would he go out of his way to help you out last week, if that was the case?

You bite your nails and hope your anxiety is groundless as usual. You really hope it is.

You – ? [Sent Now]

Shigaraki fucking replies in record time.

If you thought Taylor was quick at replying to your DMs, you were comically wrong.

Psycho – uhh [Sent Now]

You – what?? [Sent Now]

Psycho – didn’t… expect you to reply this fast… or at all……. [Sent Now]

Psycho – are u in class now? [Sent Now]

Psycho – wait [Sent Now]

Psycho – are you??? [Sent Now]

Your face scrunched at his rapid fire spam.

Psycho – i need 2 know, answer now [Sent Now]

You – why? i mean i wouldn’t put stalking beyond you but still. [Sent Now]

Psycho – no, wtf relax. its 4 smt else [Sent Now]

You – riiiight [Sent Now]

Psycho – oh my GOD stop being annoying and replyyy to my questionn, im only asking you 1 fkin question. not that hard, idiot. [Sent Now]

You couldn’t help but snort, the thought of him getting annoyed and impatient over your texts brought another smile to your face.

And it went as quickly as it came when you realized just who you were texting with. God were you an idiot.

You see three angry dots typing and disappearing. This repeats 2 more times before you finally lose your patience and reply to him first.

You – yea i am, why? is this related to the ‘urgent study assembly’ by any astronomical chance? :) [Sent Now]

You – part two of the hit job? And making sure i’m there to watch?? Ill let you sit next to me if you ask nicely, y’know? [Sent Now]

Yeah okay, you were still really mad at him and were desperately trying to get under his skin, but you two haven’t had a healthy talk (would that even be possible?) and you still didn’t know just what changed his mind about his evil plan to make you grovel at his feet.

You’re scared to find out.

Psycho – ..yes [Sent Now]

Your eyes widen.

Of fucking course, what were you expecting?

Motherfucker got all sour again after you kicked him out of your house. How fucking stupid of you to believe that he’d feel any sort of human empathy—

Psycho – wait fuck [Sent Now]

Psycho – no [Sent Now]

Psycho – that won’t happen to you again, i wont let it happen again [Sent Now]

Psycho – so relax. ur fine [Sent Now]

You raise your brow.

You – oookay, then what the fuck is it. get to the point man [Sent Now]

Psycho – ok, soo… can u skip the assembly? [Sent Now]

You – why? [Sent Now]

Psycho – just skip it [Sent Now]

You groaned out loud and only remembered you weren’t alone when you saw people glaring at you.

You – you’re like /this/ close to getting blocked, asshole. tell me what you want right now or im checking the fuck out [Sent Now]

He looked at his phone, sighing.

Why couldn’t you make it easy for him just one fucking time? Nothing ever came easy with you.

Except for him, when you were grinding your hips against his in the hallway.

Or you, trapped between his arms against the wall that one time he caught those meatheads daring to get close to what’s his.

He almost fucked your brains out right then and there, with the broken way you were staring back at him. Shaking, scared, cute.

Tomura cursed under his breath when his pants were starting to get tight again.

He wondered if this would end up working out in his favor. He’s worked really hard, after all.

Psycho – ok so i mightve done something,, [Sent Now]

Psycho – but dont freak its not about u… well kinda. i tried to uhh, fix things ok. [Sent Now]

Psycho – shit did it send twicE?? fk [Sent Now]

Psycho – anyway dont go to assembly [Sent Now]

You – i'm going. [Sent Now]

Psycho – ugh fuck fine [Sent Now]

Taylor had also sent you a message.

Psycho – i warned you so dont block me after, idiot [Sent Now]

You huff at the last message, his cryptic behavior getting on your fucking nerves.

You then opened your friend’s message.

Taytay – Ok so, don’t freak out. [Sent Now]

Good start and not you too, you think simultaneously.

The bell rings and your class finally ends. You had already packed your things, so you just got up and left, eyes glued to your phone.

Taytay – I found out what the uni meeting is about :/ … [Sent Now]

You – Taylor if you also edge me about this istg bro [Sent Now]

Taytay – ?? What [Sent Now]

Taytay – Whatever anyway. So I don’t mean to trigger you, but can you like.. login with my account onto the uni platform again? You need to see this. It’s not… bad… for you at least. so you don’t need to worry about that, okay? Just log in, please. I think I blocked like 10 people in my contacts after what I saw, ughhhhhh, i’m never sleeping with jocks again i swear [Sent Now]

You honestly think you’ll punch the very next person that you come across today square in the face, but you do as your friend says and log in.

It was like the Second Coming of Jesus Christ had arrived early.

You could have never predicted what you were going to see when you logged in and looked through the front page.

At first, you were admittedly confused. But as you kept going down the feed, your brain slowly caught on. The bell rang again, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move from your spot, a chill running down your spine.

What seemed like everyone’s dirty laundry has been readily aired on the platform. Students, professors and members of the faculty, no one was spared from hell as countless incriminating posts were spread all across the feed, together with people losing their shit over it.

From simple inappropriate screenshots of student-teacher messages, to blatant sexual harassment, physical altercations, leaked porn accounts, illegal fetishes, literal footage of assault and people committing various crimes at parties or otherwise, all posts seemingly coming from the account owners themselves. All in the same format of your hit thread, and all individuals related to your university.

It was incredible to see.

How the fuck did Shigaraki pull this off? No wonder it felt like a fucking funeral when you entered the building today.

Everyone has been fucked over. Stupid motherfuckers that looked at you as if they were superior human beings will now have to either face their own disgusting pasts or be anxious that they’ll get exposed next.

No one will have time to think about your existence again, not when they’ve got their own copies of your problems to deal with.

It was genius. Literal four dimensional chess. Shigaraki’s plan was absolutely brilliant. Your face split into a grin and you burst out laughing like an unhinged idiot in the empty hallways.

What an absolute fucking psychopath!

You – good one [Sent Now]

Psycho – ?? [Sent Now]

Does he live on his fucking phone? How is he so quick to reply?

You – i mean that was super fucked of you to do, but it works. So thanks? i guess, weirdo. [Sent Now]

Psycho – wat??? did u fkin hit ur head?? [Sent Now]

You – fuck you, im being genuine. Probably the first time you deserved it too, asshole. they won't catch you for this, right? [Sent Now]

Psycho – oh [Sent Now]

. . .

Shigaraki didn’t reply anymore after that. ───────── The ‘emergency’ assembly went about as well as you expected it to after the complete shit show you saw.

The majority of the students were completely mortified over the massive privacy and data breach, and the faculty was trying to damage control, promising to shut it down and find the culprit—genuinely good luck with that, by the way—after which everyone left the meeting probably around thirty percent more depressed than when they joined.

All in all, a pretty good day for you.

Things…might actually go back to normal now.

You – you get to live another day in my contacts list, shigaraki [Sent Now]

But he wouldn’t write anything back.

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𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜. 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎➜

part one of the woobification of slasher villains! and who better than to start with stu macher my favorite ghost face :) and i just KNOW there’s gonna be people seeing these and getting in my ass bc they “killed people” and all..and to that i’d like to say it was a movie babes. relax

stu is not really the jealous type but when he sees you walking out with the new guy everyones been talking about he can’t help but feel a little dejected.

(pretty much just fluff ? no real warnings)

stu watched nervously from his spot on the bench as y/n exited school ,the new boy right beside her smiling and laughing. she was over 15 minutes later than usual. they always met at the same time every day. and stu did not like breaking such habits

looking closer he realized that he in fact recognized him from his geometry course. he rarely attended class so he was not sure of his name but if his memory serves him correctly his name was todd.

he was the charming type. he played on the football team and used the fact he was still new to this school as a way to lure girls into his trap. the type steal your girl right from under your nose just to fuck her and dump her like trash. or at least that’s what sydney had told him. he wouldn’t be too shocked if she was right.

as the two approached hw found himself studying the boys face. he didn’t see what was so special about him. sure he was six foot tall and was pure muscle with handsome face to match. and his raven black hair framed his face perfectly so what ? todd wasn’t anything special

his knee was bouncing uncontrollably by now. he wished he could run over and take you into his arms. show that stupid jock who she belongs to.

oh how he wanted to see blood pouring out of his throat,watching the look in his victims eyes as he ripped his innards from the gaping hole in his abdomen. the agony shining in his eyes.

but he knew if he acted upon his thoughts he’d come across as some sort of crazy person , which he was but y/n didn’t need to know that yet.

her gaze fell upon him and she quicky waved goodbye , making her way in his direction.

“ill see you tomorrow tony” she smiled and waved. stu felt a pang in his heart.

“i should have known you’d be out before me since you cut all day” she laughed ,sitting down next to him , laying her head on his shoulder. “i really do wish you would start coming to class…i miss seeing you in the halls”.

“mmhm” he nodded trying to keep his words in his mouth. it was physically hurting him at this point. he wanted- no he needed to express all these pent up feelings for her.

“don’t “mhm”me. you have to graduate so we can leave this town and explore the world together like we planned. we’ll be free like birds or something dumb like that”.

he just nodded , avoiding eye contact. the voices were screaming at him.

“okay ill ask. what’s wro-“.

“y/n say you’re mine…please i just-i just need to hear it”

her smiled faded for a moment as if she was unsure of what to say. “that was sudden…but yes i am yours stu. i always have been , you know that. whats yo with you today ? what’s got you so on edge”?

he didn’t realize he was holding his breath till he let out a deep sigh of relief. “i’m sorry y/n. i worry about losing you sometimes”. he basically just lied through his teeth. he LOVED her. he needed her to live,she was basically his oxygen at this point. stu wasn’t ready to admit it but his love turning into an obsession.

“stu you’re such a dummy sometimes. you know i would never choose tony over you. i like you and you only. i promise”. she said with a smile gently placing a kiss on his forehead.

“you have no idea y/n…i needed to hear that”. He wrapped his arm around you. “Wanna go over to Billy’s and watch a movie”?

she nodded , happy that her boyfriend was acting normal again. she wasn’t ready to say it out loud but the feelings she harbored towards him were strong. any time before stu didn’t matter.

“yeah! that sounds like fun”.

i love this man sm my GOD i’m gonna start writing for him more.

#fluffy ficlet #short and sweet #stu matcher x you #stu macher #stu macher x reader #slasher x reader #slasher x you #scream #scream 1996 #ghost face #matthew lillard #esha writes

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PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER SEVEN → THE MYTH OF MONSTERS

summary: steve harrington x oc

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.

word count. 2.7k

warnings: cannon typical violence, child-abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. slight canon divergence.

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Steve Harrington lived a painfully boring life. He resided in a two-story home in the nicest neighborhood in Hawkins. He went to school every day and basketball practice every night. Never had anything out of the ordinary happened to him.

There were photographs tucked away inside a scrapbook that his mother used to make. There was a time, he remembered, when his mother carried a camera around everywhere with her, snapping photos of Steve whenever she could. He remembered her smile hidden behind the camera, and how she’d laugh while they waited for the film to develop.

What Steve didn’t remember was when it stopped. At some point, his mom stopped carrying around the camera. She stopped taking him on walks around town which would end at the park. She stopped reading him stories till he fell asleep. She just stopped.

The memories were all fuzzy, but he still recalled a time when his mom wasn’t at arm's length, always. When she actually smiled and laughed. Maybe it ended when his father started sleeping with his secretary. Or maybe it ended when Steve wasn’t a bumbling toddler anymore and his dad tried to make him into a carbon copy of himself.

All Steve had were the scrapbooks; a different book for the first six years of his life until she stopped midway through the sixth one. He had memorized the very last photo taken on his mom's old camera before the only photos taken of him were for the yearbook or from his friend’s blurry polaroids at parties.

The last photo was taken outside. The background was nothing but green grass, green trees, and a bright blue sky. Two faces were smushed together in the frame; his and another kid's who moved away sometime that very same summer.

It was a simple photo. Steve didn’t even remember his mother taking it. But for whatever reason, that was the last one taken. He wished he knew why.

A part of him liked to think that photo was a part of something bigger, something important. But he knew it wasn’t. It was just a reminder that his mother seemed to stop caring as much as she did. Or, at least, she didn’t feel the need to document anything any further. Maybe she realized how uneventful their life was.

Too bad she wasn’t in Hawkins that week. Everything seemed out of the ordinary all at once.

Hawkins High was nearly empty; Steve wished they would have just canceled the whole day.

It was the funeral for the youngest Byers boy, and a good handful of students took the day off to either attend it or they used it as an excuse to play hooky. Only a couple of desks were filled, and most of the teachers ignored this lesson plan for the rather depressing day.

Steve used the time in class to mull over the hell of a week he had.

Barbara Holland was missing and with Steve’s stellar luck, the last place she’d been seen was his house. That meant the cops had talked to Nancy and wanted to talk to the rest of the people who were there at night. He really didn’t want the cops asking too many questions or snooping around his house when Steve had spent the past few days harboring a strange girl he met on the run in the woods.

He tried not to give up the fact that Sunshine wasn’t actually a family friend when he asked Nancy not to bring up the girl when talking to the cops. He tried to play it off as him being worried about the alcohol and some stupid scholarship “Stella” had for college that she couldn’t lose.

Why he continued to look out for the stranger, he didn’t know. But he did and it only dug him further into a hole.

His lie upset Nancy more than she already was, and it painted him out to be the bad guy who didn’t care that Barb was missing. That wasn’t fair, though; Steve did care. In fact, he felt awful about the whole thing, but he had too much shit to juggle and none of it figured out. He didn’t want the police combing through his house and finding something that connected him to Sunshine or Sunshine to the trouble she was so desperately trying to get away from.

It was hard for him to concentrate on anything when he was still reeling from what happened the day prior. He lied awake all night, sick to his stomach with confusion that jumped between anxiety and guilt.

Steve had no idea what caused the blinding light in the middle of his kitchen; there was no logical explanation for it, not one he could conjure up. The more he tried to figure it out, the more he wondered if it even happened at all. Hell, he started to question if Sunshine herself had been real at all.

The bloodied gown in the bathroom’s trashcan and dirty coffee mugs in the sink told him that she was real. And she was gone.

All he had wanted were answers, but he kicked himself for freaking her out so bad that she ran away. She was missing, and as much as he wanted to forget anything happened at all, he felt responsible if anything were to happen to her. As far as he knew, he was the only person in Hawkins aware of her presence in Hawkins, aside from Nancy, Tommy, and Carol but they didn’t really know why she was there.

Too many weird and awful things happened the same week; it started to feel less and less like unfortunate coincidences.

Barbara Holland was missing, Will Byers dead, and a girl was in a lot more trouble than she fully let on.

Maybe it shouldn’t have mattered to him as much as it did. But something inside of him refused to let any of it go.

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A night spent in the woods left Sunshine in an even worse state. Her muscles ached from a mix of running and how she lied curled into herself to stay hidden between a small hill and a fallen truck of a tree. Her borrowed - technically stolen - clothes were dirty and there were leaves in her hair.

Sunshine’s head throbbed with a dull ache, and dread clung to her like wet fabric. It seemed like she had escaped the night that was Hawkins National Laboratory only to find herself hardly better off.

She hadn’t felt that awful in a long time; with her body and mind pushed to their limit and emotions spent. The last time she remembered feeling that way, was the night that numbers Nine and Ten - the Lab’s only set of twins - were pronounced dead.

Grief and sadness took control of her body that night. She stood in one of the many white halls of the Lab, teary-eyed and trying to breathe through the smoke that had filled the floor.

The news of their death caused her world to splinter into even more pieces than it had already been in. Sunshine was like a piece of glass that the universe kept dropping. The hole the twin’s absence carved inside her chest was followed by a wave of dread that she was too young to understand at the time.

She felt that dread resurface as she stumbled through the woods.

The longer she spent away from Eleven, the worse she feared had happened to the little girl.

With a shake of her head, Sunshine refused to think like that. Her sister wasn’t dead, nor was she back with Brenner; she was too smart and tough. Eleven had to be okay.

Sunshine just had to scrape together enough determination to keep searching for her.

Dragging her shoes against the rotting leaves, morning turned to midday, and the lack of sleep she had gotten started to catch up with her.

She feared that if she fell asleep, she’d wake up face to face with the creature that prowled the woods that she sort of encountered upon her original escape. Much to her relief, she hadn’t run into it, yet.

However, the longer she stayed exploring the woods, the more she tested that fate.

Rays of sunlight peeked through the bare tree branches and illuminated the woods just as the sun started to set early.

Sunshine’s fingernails scratched the tattoo on her wrist absentmindedly while she tried to figure out another plan for that night. If she stayed in the woods again, there was a greater chance the creature would find her, but if she ventured back into town, there was a good chance that the people from the Lab would find her. She wasn’t sure who she'd rather deal with.

“God, you are unbelievable, you know that?” A voice suddenly broke through Sunshine’s thoughts in the quiet woods and startled her half to death. She spun around to face the noise, and she couldn’t hide the startled gasp that fell from her lips. Her hands were balled into fists, ready for a fight.

Her eyes landed on a figure of a, somewhat, familiar brunette and an unfamiliar boy.

Sunshine's stance faltered, but the tension in her body remained.

Nancy looked just as startled to see her. It took her a moment to register what she was seeing, before she said, “Stella?”

Sunshine’s heart beat loudly in her chest as her eyes drifted down onto the object that was gripped in Nancy’s hand: a gun. It looked odd in the teenage girl’s grasp like she wasn’t comfortable holding a weapon. Her hands shook just slightly before she noticed Sunshine’s burning gaze, then she moved the gun behind her back in a lame attempt to hide it.

Clearing her throat, Nancy spoke once more. “What are you doing out here?”

“I…” Sunshine’s head was still spinning, and words were lost on her. The air grew colder around them as the sun started to lower.

Beside Nancy, the unknown boy said, “It’s not safe out here.” His voice was sharp but hesitant at the same time.

She knew it wasn’t safe; how did he?

There was a stand-off between the three teens, and while Sunshine was exhausted, she was still alert enough to see clearly that Nancy and the boy were hiding something.

Inside the Lab, knowing when you were being lied to or when someone was withholding information was vital. Ivy had drilled that idea into Sunshine’s head; trust no one and never believe anything they tell you.

Sunshine narrowed her eyes slightly as they flickered between the two. “No safe? Why?”

There was a small piece of her that hoped that she wasn’t the only person in Hawkins who sensed the unease in the air, or who knew that something lived inside those woods that wasn’t supposed to be there.

Nancy and the boy exchanged a quick look.

“We’re just looking for something out here, but it’s almost dark. You should probably get back; it’s easy to get lost out here,” Nancy said.

The brunette was nervous. Nancy’s eyes darted around but never made direct contact with Sunshine’s.

Treading carefully, Sunshine asked, “Did you see something out here?” Something as in the creature or something as in her sister. While she hoped it was the latter, the gun hidden behind Nancy’s back told her it was probably the creature.

“Did you?” Nancy returned her question with a slight edge in her soft voice. She seemed out of her element, uncomfortable but determined all the same. It was sort of familiar to Sunshine. The timid but tough glint in the girl’s bright blue eyes reminded Sunshine of Eleven.

She said nothing to answer their question but nodded slowly.

“W-What did you see?” Nancy asked quietly, taking a small step forward toward Sunshine.

Sunshine didn’t know what she saw; it happened too quickly and mixed with the blur of other events. There was a chance she wasn’t even on the same page as Nancy and the boy.

“I don’t know,” she started. Her voice came out raspy and her throat hurt from lack of water. “There was this thing. It was dark; I couldn’t see. I think it was tall and had no-”

“Face,” Nancy said, finishing Sunshine’s sentence with a sigh.

The three teens all silently shared looks back and forth, realizing they may have not been on completely different pages after all.

Nancy dropped her arm bent behind her back to her side, exposing the gun and Sunshine balled her hands into fists to stop them from shaking. She swallowed thickly, nervously.

“You’re looking for it?” Sunshine gathered, figuring that most, normal, teenage girls don’t wander around the woods with a gun. But what did she know?

Sunshine didn’t take her eyes off the gun, not trusting it. There were too many memories of guns strapped to hips that swarmed her head. Too many soldiers with them too close in reach.

“We…Jonathan and I,” she gestured to the boy beside her. “We think whatever it is, that thing, hurt my friend, Barb, and his little brother. We’re looking for them, and we think it might lead us to them.”

Sunshine brought her cold fingers up to her face and rubbed her tired eyes. Finding and possibly fighting whatever creature lurked in the woods was not one of the problems she had planned on dealing with. But Ivy’s voice rang in the back of her head, telling her that the two teens in front of her were going to get themselves killed.

The creature was more than likely a spawn of the Lab, somehow. She knew a place as evil as the Lab would be the only one capable of creating an actual monster. If she let Nancy and Jonathan truck further into the woods alone, in the slow creep of darkness, they’d either lose a fight with the creature or run into someone from the Lab who had nothing but awful intentions. Sunshine had her abilities to protect her, all they had was one gun.

She didn’t know those people. She had no reason to help them when it meant she’d be sacrificing helping herself. But it wasn’t in her nature not to at least try. If the creature was a creation of the Lab, like she was, it only seemed right for Sunshine to try to undo some of the harm the Lab had caused.

The teens in front of her both had pain behind their eyes; they were missing people as Sunshine was. If she was going to remain in Hawkins until she happened upon her sister, at least she could try to stop two more people from dying in that town.

Turning her back would only make her feel worse, and, if she helped them, perhaps they’d help her.

“I can help you,” Sunshine said after a long beat.

The boy shook his head, staring at her with a scrutinizing gaze. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

Nancy pursed her lips. The wheels inside her head visibly turned as she figured something out.

“You’re not a family friend of Steve’s, are you?” Sunshine blinked in surprise.

Nancy was smart.

Clearing her throat, Sunshine sighed, “No.” She felt an uncomfortable sensation tug at her chest, but she bit back her own fear and said, “My name’s Sunshine.” Her name; she told them her name, even though they were on the list of people who Ivy told her she could trust. They only ever trusted each other, the kids with numbered tattoos who shared secrets in the corners of the Rainbow Room and rule-breaking sleepovers in their lifeless bedrooms.

Nancy and Jonathan were not kids from the Lab, neither was Steve. But Sunshine wasn’t in the Lab anymore, and only she and her sister remained.

“Your name is Sunshine?” Jonathan asked, raising an eyebrow and looking confused by the whole exchange. He fiddled with the flashlight in his grasp and cautiously flickered his gaze around to observe their surroundings.

Sunshine simply nodded.

“It’s getting dark. We don’t have much time." Nancy stated. “You can help, but I have some questions.”

With a hesitant nod, Sunshine silently agreed to only answer the ones she could, but they didn’t need to know what or if she was holding back.

No one said anything before they started walking. The strange trio - built of the perfect girl next door, a social outcast, and a rouge science experiment - ventured deeper into the woods in search of a creature unknown to all three of them. The moon peaked out from under the cloud cover, and helped guild the way of the teenagers who all were laced with guilt and suddenly intertwined their fates with that of Hawkins, Indiana.

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