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fluffymcu · 5 years

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College drop-out? I think not (Steve x reader)

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Request: Here’s an idea for you: Steve x Reader. The reader is in college and is worried about failing a class/exam. Steve does everything to help cheer her up.

Another sleepless night, sitting with your legs crossed on your bed at 2am, racing to get an assignment done with the due date at 4am tonight. You were almost done, you just needed about 8 more pages to type. You sighed while rubbing your eyes for the hundredth time and yawned.

“Why do I leave this stuff till the last minute?” You mumbled to yourself. Steve was an early riser and automatically woke up every morning at 4. But tonight he had to get a glass of water so on his way to the kitchen, he noticed a faint light coming from your room. He decided to take a peek to see what was going on and his eyes softened as he saw your exhausted form, almost falling asleep while typing.

“Hey, n/n.” He stepped further into your room and went to stay in front of you. You had been so focused on your work you still hadn’t noticed him enter until he lightly shook your shoulder.

“Oh! Hey.” You sighed and put the laptop to the side. Steve say by you on the bed and lovingly rubbed your back.

“You Okay? You look exhausted.” You sighed and covered your face with your hands.

“I am. I don’t know if I can keep this up, Steve. I’m just so tired of this. I get no rest, I’m always sacrificing my time for this, and I can’t even pass the classes anyway. What’s the point?” You complained.

Steve sighed and pulled you closer. “I know it can be tiring most times, and the classes can be hard to pass. But, you’re surviving. That’s the important thing. But remember, you’re the one who wanted to go to this school so bad.” He smirked.

“I know. You don’t have to remind me.” You groaned, making him chuckle. “I just didn’t know it would be this hard. I should just give myself a break and just drop out. I’ve given this enough of my time.”

Steve leaned back to look at you. “Now, although I agree with you giving yourself a break, and getting that it’s difficult, but I’m not too fond of you dropping out of school y/n. You’ve gotta finish strong.”

You groaned. “But Steve, it would be so much less stressful, and I’d be able to devote my time to more important things.” You pleaded. You knew it was a dead end but it didn’t hurt to try.

“Now, you know what my point of view on those things are y/n. We don’t drop out of school, or skip classes, or do whatever rebellious things maybe others are doing. You know that. But I do encourage you to stop stressing so much over school. Just give it your best. And if the best you can do is a 65 then accept it. There’s nothing you can do because you have it your best. But if you didn’t, then there’s a reason to be upset about it because you could’ve done better.” You sighed and looked down. “Okay?” He asked.

You slightly nodded, barely visible to him. “Oh, boy. Are you upset cause you’re not gettin your way again?” He teased. Steve has known you since you were 8 years old and since then you would always get salty when you didn’t get your way. Steve expected you to grow out of it eventually but it’s still going on strong as one of your biggest personalities. You shrugged and sighed again, making Steve chuckle. “Well, I suggest you change your attitude before things get crazy in here.” He mused, trying to make you laugh.

“What do you mean.” You mumbled. Steve shuffled closer to you.

“Well, remember what I used to do to you when you got punky?” He poked your side as a reminder and your eyes widened.

“No. Steve, no.” You stood up from your place on the bed.

Steve’s smirk widened. “Steve, yes!” He grabbed your arm and pulled you into a tight bear hug and launched his attack, zeroing in on your ribs first.

“Ahahahaha! Steheheheve! Yohohou know I hahahahate thahat!” Steve ignored you and blew a raspberry on the crook of your neck, making you melt into giggles. “stohohohohop!”

Steve squeezed around your sides and hips having to pin you down from all the bucking you were doing. “Stop being a brat then and maybe I’ll let you go.” He teased.

“I’m nohohot a brahahat!” You sunk down to the floor hoping he would leave you there but he only followed you down.

“It’s not gonna be that easy to get away n/n. You still need to get out of that mood you’re in.” He lifted your shirt and scribbled his fingers on your belly. Every time you’d try to grab his hands, he’d dodge them and find another spot on your belly to torture.

“Hahahahaha stohohohop ihihit!” You wanted to try something but you didn’t know if it was gonna work. But if it did, maybe the odds would be in your favor. You reached out to scribble your fingers on his sides and sighed of relief when he flinched back. However, the look he gave you made your stomach drop.

“Oh, you wanna play dirty now?” He chortled. You immediately started begging and pleading but he wasn’t having any of it. He bent down and blew a big, fat, slobbery raspberry right under your belly button. The scream you let out was unnatural and faded into silent laughter. He blew 2 more raspberries on your side and below your ribs and finally sat back to observe the puddle of giggly mush he made you. “So, are you done being bratty?” He started poking at your ribs for persuasion.

You arched your back and nodded frantically. “YEHEHES! Ihihihim sohorry. Really sorry.” You giggled. Steve pinched your belly once more and finally got off of you.

You rolled to your side to catch your breath better. “That was so unfair. I wasn’t even being that bratty.” You glared at him.

Steve chuckled and carried you to place you on the bed. “I know. I just needed a reason to cheer you up quickly.” He rubbed your back affectionately.

“Thanks Stevie. As much as I hate to admit it, I do feel better.” You smirked.

“I’m glad,” he chuckled. “Now get some rest. Leave this there,” he said, taking your laptop and putting it on the table. “And sleep. You deserve it. And tomorrow I’ll see if I can find a nice ice cream place we could go to. You’d like that?” You nodded and settled into bed.

“Yeah. Goodnight Steve.” He got up and kissed your forehead.

“Goodnight.” He left and closed the door, getting a glass of water and going back to bed himself.

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bunnyhani · 5 years

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A Little Insomniac

Pairing: (Platonic!) Seo Changbin x Bang Chan. (Also Platonic! Stray Kids x Seo Changbin on the side.)

Genre: Fluff and angst. (It seems like I don’t write anything else.. xD)

Warnings: Not really? Some language..? Insomnia..

Summary: Changbin has never self-proclaimed himself as someone who suffers from insomnia. Sure, there were sometimes nights when he couldn't fall asleep easily, but he always did in the end and successfully slept through the night. Until he didn't.

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Changbin was tired. The comeback was so near and he felt drained. Of course making music was fun and all that jazz, but so was sleeping. He felt like he was a walking corpse and so were others, so he wasn't a special snowflake. Then there were Chan and Jisung, who were on a entirely different scale of tiredness. They were exhausted, but somehow they kept going. They might have been more irritated than usual, but they still held onto their beautiful smiles and interacted with the members, helping them out and doing other activities. Of course, Changbin did too, but he felt like he just... Wouldn't be able to keep it up much longer. He always looked forward to getting to his bed, when all the lights were off and the dorms were dark, tiptoeing to their rooms along with the rest of 3racha. Sometimes the morning sun was peeking it's light through the window blinds and Changbin merely glared at the window then, always shutting the blinds more tighter. The sunlight just reminded him how little rest he was going to get and how unproductive he was (he wasn't but that's how he felt like).

Changbin collapsed onto his bunk bed, slightly shaking it but thankfully, Hyunjin wasn't bothered, if the boy's snoring was anything to go by. He whispered his good night to Jisung who just grumbled something similar in return, before falling asleep. Changbin just listened to the room, which was now filled with other people's calm breathing. It was kind of creepy thinking about it, since he was actually just listening to people breathe when they slept, but Changbin really couldn't do anything else. He also found comfort in it, it reminded him that he was never truly alone. While on some days he was annoyed by this fact, but during nights, he was just glad. It was kind of like unintentional ASMR. Changbin tiredly chuckled at himself, finally letting the sleep invade his mind and push everything else aside, and lay out its thick fog. The fog clouded his mind, he closed his eyes and before he knew it, he was pulled into the dreamland.

Changbin suddenly opened his eyes. His mind was messy from sleep and he had hard time grasping what was going on. He sat upright, hands shaking and he could feel his t-shirt sticking uncomfortably against his skin because of the sweat. He felt a little breathless and his heart was racing. Changbin put his hand over his heart, glancing down at his chest, even though he couldn’t see a thing in the darkness. As he realized that he couldn’t see, it set an alarm off in his head. He was going into panic mode and he needed to do something about this before it escalated. He felt around the bed for his phone and grasped it tightly, when he did. He started looking through his photo albums, where he knew that there was a gif that helped him breathe. It was literally like gif of a box inflating and deflating, back and forth and there was a text underneath that was timed with the box’s moves. It instructed him to breathe, kind of like copying the box’s movements. It usually helped when he wasn’t too panicked. Right now, he wasn’t and he started breathing more regularly. When his heart rate had slowed down and he felt calm, he just sat there, hunched over. What the hell was that? He didn’t remember having a nightmare that would have caused him to wake up. Now that he really thought about it, he couldn’t find a single reason that why did he wake up. He sighed and rubbed his hand over his face tiredly. He glanced at the clock on his phone. 4am. Changbin was so tired but so frustrated that he wanted to sleep and simultaneously scream. He settled for huffing loudly and more or less, slammed himself down onto the mattress that thankfully softened the impact. Not that Changbin actually cared at the moment. He just wanted to sleep. So he waited for sleep to come and take him again.

Changbin listened as Hyunjin’s alarm started ringing loudly in the otherwise quiet room. There were several groans and he could hear Jisung getting down from his bunk bed to go and slam Hyunjin’s alarm off before anyone else would go and smash the thing into tiny pieces. Changbin didn’t get up, he had no motivation or energy to face the day just yet, so he didn’t move. He had been going in and out of sleep most of the night, which annoyed him to no end. When the room started getting alive, only then did he force himself out of the bed. He climbed down and breathed deeply through his nose. He changed out of his pyjamas into a hoodie and sweats. Changbin could already feel the huge bedhead that he had from tossing and turning most of the night, but he wasn’t in the mood for dealing with it, so he just put on a beanie to cover it. Not that it really mattered, since all the members looked a little disheveled in the morning. Changbin didn’t really feel hungry, but still ate so nobody would get concerned over nothing. So what if he had one sleepless night? It’s not like he was a baby and couldn’t deal with it, so he didn’t see a reason to talk about it either. It was just one night, right? It was not like it was going to be a regular occurence.

The day went on it’s normal tracks, they practiced, 3racha worked on their songs and they ate. There were some messing around from the maknae line, but that was to be expected. As they had a 15 minute break from dancing, he slumped against the cold mirror of the practice room. Miroh was playing in the background, the members were sprawled across the floor and some were drinking water and conversing with each other. Changbin closed his eyes, it wouldn’t hurt anyone if he just rested his eyes a bit.

Someone shook Changbin’s shoulder gently and patted his cheek in attempt to wake him up. Changbin opened his heavy eyelids and came face to face with Chan. Chan was looking tired, but still fond.

“Come on, Bin. The break is over”, the leader said while still stroking his cheek. Changbin, still dazed, nodded tiredly but still leaned into Chan’s touch. He started falling asleep again because of the continuous movement against his cheek, but he was snapped back to reality when Chan moved his hand away. He whined at the loss of comfort, usually he wouldn’t have done it or even let Chan pet him like a dog, but he was sleep deprived so who could blame him. Although Chan was smiling, he could see the older’s eyes twinkling with worry.

“Are you okay?” Chan asked, bringing his hand back to Changbin, but this time feeling his forehead. When Changbin’s mind caught up on what Chan was doing, he lazily slapped the hand away.

“I’m not sick, hyung. I’m fine. Just a little tired”, he grumbled and forced himself to get up from the cold floor.

“If you say so”, Chan said, still keeping an eye on him. They continued dancing until they were done with the session. By that time, Changbin couldn’t even describe how he felt at that moment. He still went on with his day, joking around with others, although he was more quiet than usual. Nobody seemed to notice and if they did, they didn’t say anything. It wasn’t unheard of that sometimes each of them had trouble with sleeping sometimes, for some reason Chan still worried. Maybe it was him being just overprotective, but he did.

3racha were cooped up in the studio, still fixing some tracks and going through lyrics to see if there was anything to improve. Changbin busied himself with reading the lyrics and found himself nodding off once in a while. Jisung was pretty much in the same condition, it was quite hilarious to see how the younger’s head lolled side to side occasionally. If only he knew that he looked exactly the same. Chan just watched at the duo who were more or less coming in and out of sleep. He shook his head, but let them fall asleep. By the looks of it, they both needed it. Slowly but surely, the two younger ones did fall asleep.

Changbin jolted awake again, slamming his knee against the desk in the process. He hissed in pain and rubbed his knee with a wince. Chan had just been glancing at the two, just make sure that neither one of them were falling from their chairs or anything else. He had witnessed how Changbin had just jolted awake, from the peaceful sleep.

“Oh my God, Bin, are you okay?” he asked, moving quickly to the rapper's side. Changbin just groaned in answer and rubbed his knee.

“Fuck, yeah, I'm fine”, he replied, hissing out the curse word.

“Was it a nightmare that woke you up? You just kind of… Jumped awake and looked distressed”, Chan continued, ignoring Chanbin’s cursing since he was clearly in pain.

“Might have been because I slammed my knee kinda hard against the damn table”, Changbin retorted dryly. Chan didn't say anything and just waited for him to answer his other question. The silence was unbearable for Changbin and he finally answered:

“No… I don't know what woke me up. I just did.” Chan frowned at the answer, he could see how bothered Changbin was over the matter, so he didn't press it any further. Changbin was puzzled and concerned. This was the second time this had happened in a row. And it had happened right in front of Chan too, why on earth had Chan let him fall asleep? Then he remembered that Chan had no idea of what Changbin was going through, so of course, he had let him sleep. Well him and Jisung both. Jisung was still dead to the world, drooling onto the palm of his hand and the boy shifted slightly in his sleep. Even though his head was in an awkward angle, he still seemed to be very comfortable. Something that Changbin was envious of. He shook himself out his thoughts and went back to work. If anyone asked, they all had been working hard and definitely not sleeping and drooling all over the place.

The work day was finally over and 3racha finally actually came home in a humane time of the day.. Or late evening. They came back to the dorms at 9pm and the members had some mental peace, now knowing that the hard-working trio were going to get a proper sleep after a longer while. Changbin was still skeptical about his sleep though. While he was tired, yes, he wasn’t sure that would he be able to fall asleep or wake up again. As he climbed into his bunk bed, he googled reasons why did he wake up at night. Most suggested stress and anxiety. And they were the reasons that made the most sense, and he absolutely hated it. Why did he have to be an anxious person? He was still luckier than Felix, as he could hide his anxiousness easier and control it, but it sometimes it bothered him. And apparently affected his sleeping too, he added in his mind. His whole being felt heavy and he prayed that he could finally sleep like a normal human. His prayers, however, were not answered. Changbin wasn’t surprised at all as he woke up at 3am this time. After awhile of lying down and overthinking, he did fall asleep again, and thank goodness, he didn’t wake up again until Hyunjin’s loud ass alarm started ringing.

The week went on with similar pattern: he would work, eat, practice and after falling asleep, he would wake up in the middle of the night. He was starting to get desperate on what to do. He had tried to drink chamomile tea to calm his nerves, took melatonin and avoided looking at his phone before he went to sleep, but he always woke up in the darkness every night. Changbin started getting a little scared of falling asleep. It was dumb and childish, since the worst that could happen was that he would wake up during the night and wouldn’t fall asleep again or would continue going in and out of sleep. There was nothing to be afraid of, but he still did fear it. No matter how much he repeated to himself that it was irrational and dumb, he couldn’t really bring himself to believe the words when he actually did wake up. Other members had noticed how jumpy he was becoming and despite going to sleep fairly early, his dark circles didn’t lighten. If anything, they got darker.

It was Sunday night and he woke up again. This time he was drenched in sweat and in no time he had tears pooling in his eyes. He couldn’t hold it in anymore, so he broke down crying. He tried to stifle his sobs that shook his whole body and in distress, pulled at his hair. He silently sobbed until his eyes were dry and even blinking hurted. The tears had burned his already dry lips and he could feel how swollen his eyes were, yet he didn’t care. There was nobody to see him in this state anyway, he thought to himself as he leaned his head against his knees that he had pulled to this chest. He decided that he had enough of sitting in the dark room, being suffocated by his own thoughts and tiptoed to the bathroom in plans of blowing his nose and splash his face with some water. What he wasn't expecting, was to hear someone walking towards the kitchen. He quickly tried to bactrack but slammed straight against a wall, hoping that the person, who was walking, hadn’t seen or heard him. Well, the last hope was completely crushed as he stumbled on something that made a loud clattering sound and the fact that him slamming against the wall also created quite a loud noise. He cursed under his breath and leaned his head against the wall.

“Hello? Who is in there?” The person, who revealed to be Chan, asked cautiously into the darkness. As he was debating that should he make a run for it and possibly run into walls (again) and create a big mess or try to wait it out, Chan had moved from his spot in the kitchen and was fumbling around, looking for a light switch. The lights were turned on suddenly and it blinded Changbin momentarily, he automatically brought his hands to his face to shield his poor eyes, which were already stinging from crying.

“Changbin?” the leader asked, confused. Why was Changbin awake at this hour of the night? He scanned the younger with his gaze, trying to find a reason why he was up and that’s when he saw Changbin’s chapped, dry lips and how the younger rapper was covering his eyes. Chan said his name again, this time getting his attention. Changbin looked up, locking eyes with the elder. Chan’s heart broke seeing Changbin’s bloodshot eyes and eyelids that were swollen, which just told him that the young man had been crying. He slowly made his way to the young rapper, putting his hand onto his shoulder in a calming manner. He didn’t say anything, just let Changbin lean against him and soak himself in comfort and warmth that his body emitted. He wrapped Changbin into his arms and rubbed the rapper’s tense back. Slowly but surely Changbin started relaxing and trusted Chan enough to hold his weight, when he melted against him.

“I haven’t been able to sleep well this week… I keep waking up in the middle of the night”, Changbin confessed quietly, words a little muffled as his face was pressed against Chan’s chest. Chan still understood and tightened his hold a little.

“Do you know why?” he asked carefully. All what he got back in response was a weak shake of the head and a low rumble:

“Well… I’ve googled stuff and the reason that made the most sense in my case would be anxiety. The comeback’s near and I’m a little worried.” He sighed and continued rubbing Changbin’s back.

“I’m not going to scold you, because I know how your mind works… But please, next time when things like these happen, you can come to me, to us. It’s okay Changbin, all of us struggle with sleeping one way or another at some point, we wouldn’t push you away or think that you’re annoying. We would be hypocrites”, Chan said, chuckling at the end his sentence. Changbin just hummed, showing that he had indeed heard him but was too tired to actually reply.

“What about… You come sleep with me and you wake me if you wake up. We can talk about what worries you and what’s going on inside that cute head of yours”, Chan suggested. Changbin found himself just nodding tiredly and together they staggered to Chan’s bed. They slipped under the covers without a fuss, and Changbin would never admit how eagerly he pressed himself against Chan again. Chan smiled broadly, but of course, Changbin couldn’t see it but somehow, he just knew that Chan was smiling like a doofus.

“Stop smiling like that or I’ll kick you off of the bed”, Changbin growled playfully. Chan held his laughter in and nodded, then wrapping himself around Changbin like a koala. Changbin took a deep breath and slowly relaxed again. Soon they both fell asleep. Even though Changbin woke up again later, this time because of a nightmare, Chan held him and reassured that everything was okay and that he was safe. And Changbin believed him. Now knowing that he had someone there for him if he woke up again, he went back into unconsciousness with a bit more ease.

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mona-stay · 6 years

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nightmares - fangs fogarty

prompt - fangs wakes after a nightmare going to the only person who calms him pairing fangs fogarty x reader warnings none story

Fangs woke shaking, soaking wet from sweat and struggling to catch his breath. He'd had another nightmare, fangs had them a lot from all thing sights he'd seen with the serpents and fights in school. he turned his head looking at the time, thinking was it to late to call y/n.

y/n was the only person who knew about his sleepless nights, not even sweet pea knew how fangs nightmares tormented him most nights. y/n however wasn't much of a big sleeper herself found out one night when the gang all stayed over at peas, she sat reading as everyone else slept, when fangs had a bad one. from then on she told him to call her whenever he woke from whatever traumatic images his head created. After getting dressed fangs drove his motorbike past y/n's trailer, smiling seeing her light still on.

you heard a tap on your window, looking out you see fangs stood by his bike. Giving him a small smile you get your keys going out too see him. "hey fangs" you say giving him a small hug. fangs smiled "wanna come for a ride with me" he said code for I had another bad dream and can't sleep.. you nodded getting on the back of his bike.

Fangs drove you both to sweet water river, getting off taking a walk closer to the river. "wanna talk about it?" you ask, fangs shook his head no. Normally fangs could and would tell y/n what ever he could remember from a dream he had, then she'd say something sweet to make him smile before telling a joke, sadly reminding him they was only friends.

Sitting in a clearing, the starts were bright in the dark sky. fangs looked at y/n her happy content smile as she looked at the stillness of the water. the look in her eyes was the same feeling he had around her. this was why he couldn't tell her his feeling he couldn't drag the only happy calming person into his nightmare world of a life. when he saw her shiver her took his serpent jacket putting it over her shoulders.

you sank into the warmth of the leather giving fangs a thankful look. fangs put his arm around your waist pulling you closer, resting his head on yours. "if your cold or tired we can go back" he said. "no this is nice can we stay a bit longer" you say enjoying being in his embrace. fangs hummed in agreement.

you wasn't sure how long you had sat there, fangs still looked a little shaken. "you feeling better now?" you ask him. He looked at you flashing a grin "I'm always better with you" he teased, you rolled your eyes at him, lightly smacking his chest. "I mean it fangs you looked terrified when you showed up at mine, if you wanna talk" you said trailing off.

fangs wanted to tell y/n about his dream, it had always helped before but if he was going to tell her why he was so shaken it meant telling her how much he loves her. after a few minuets of silence and a mini fight with his own thoughts, fangs finally spoke.

"I lost you" you heard him say. confused you looked up, "in my nightmare we was out and Ghoulie's came from no where, they attacked us, I tried my hardest to save you get you out and then Malachai killed you in front of me" he said low looking down. you could of sworn you saw him wipe his eyes.

Lifting your hand to his face, making him look at you. "it's just a dream" you tell him. fangs shrugs his shoulders turning his head again. Moving out of his arms you sit facing him. "what going on Fangs talk to me, this is something more then just a bad dream" you say slightly bossy.

fangs looked at y/n, her face lit in the moonlight made her look more beautiful "I like you a lot, but..." he stopped afraid he was going to sound stupid. rubbing his face he knew it was too late to not finish, "but I'm scared if I bring you in my life, my word, something bad will happen to you and it will be my fault, every time am happy something destroys it, I cant let that happen with you"

you look at him a smile spread across your face, stilling thinking of his word I like you a lot. leaning forward you cup his face with out hands, "Fangs look at me" you tell him, turning his head so his sad big brown eyes look into yours. "I'm not going anywhere, your not going to lose me. and yes bad things happen yes, but it doesn't mean it will always happen, you can be happy if you let yourself" you tell him. fangs gives you a small smile "and for the record I like you a lot too" you add blushing a little.

fang's eyes widen in joy "really" he says, a genuine happy smile now across his face. Laughing "of cause I do you idiot, do you think I would be sat out here at 4am with just anybody" you tell him. fangs moves his head closer crashing his lips to yours, kissing you sweetly. when the kiss ends fangs helps you to your feet, holding your hand back to his bike, he gives you another deep passionate kiss.

when fang's drops you back home, he walks to the door with you "do you want to go out with me like on a date, pops or the drive in?" fangs asked almost mumbling his words. you kiss his cheek "of course I do" you answer.

fangs gets back on his bike watching you enter your trailer before driving back to his happy, sleeping right through the night without a single bad dream.

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thatslytherinanderson-blog · 6 years

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HEADCANNON: A SIGHT TO BEHOLD

Date: 24/11/18, 11pm - 4am. Who: @gryffindor-professor Where: The Black Lake, Hogwarts.

Summary: Cooper’s been having a bit of a bumpy few weeks and there’s nobody he wants to see more than Robbie Clarington. Except last night he had to give him up to go help with a wolf problem and the night before that Robbie disappeared off to Thanksgiving. Deciding to go sulk by the lake for the night as he usually does, Cooper’s met with an unexpected surprise and good company.

Notable Points:

It certainly started off as a bumpy week with Cooper and Tyler going and exploring Hogsmeade in the night together and Robbie calling them out on Instagram (20th to 21st). It was followed by an argument with Harper and Cooper ditching Hogwarts, leaving Robbie trailing after him for over twenty-four hours, across the Scottish countryside (21st to 22nd). That evening (22nd) after managing to drag a tired Cooper back to the castle, a sleepless Robbie went home for Thanksgiving with his family.

In the midst of his self-destructive week, after countless demonstrations and cries for help, Cooper felt like he was yet again losing the one person willing to help, due to his commitments with Tabitha on the 23rd. Tired of waiting and being pushed back, he chose to defy Robbie further and purposely go down to Hogsmeade with Tyler in the night again.

Cooper had barely slept that week and had once against spent the whole night and day sat beside the Black Lake. After fighting with his emotions all day on whether he pushes Rob away or lets him in, he finally gives in and sends a brief message to the Dark Arts teacher saying “I need you.”

Robbie arrives shortly with the jumper Cooper requested, although it’s one of his own after knowing Cooper had taken a fondness to his jumpers, considering he was still yet to return the other he borrowed. Robbie has gathered a small picnic from the kitchen, knowing his idiot probably hadn’t eaten that day, as well as some blankets and his speakers.

Cooper was a little taken-a-back from the bold gesture on school grounds. Uttering a quick “the fuck are you doing? What if someone comes out?”.

Robbie simply replies with a small smirk, "Then I hope they would realize that I'm just a teacher trying to make sure his dumbass student doesn't freeze and starve to death. But we could move over there where the wood is a bit thicker and gives us more cover from the castle, if that'd make you feel better?”. Cooper, still with his grumpiness on shoots back a small, “I’m gonna pretend that you didn’t call me a dumbass,” before following him.

He’s take him through this dense shrubbery that leads round to a quieter and more hidden part of the lake. Then he’s literally just lie on Rob for a good hour because he’s warm and safe

Rob just starts pointing at the stars and pointing out constallations and is completely wrong about everything but he knows it, he's just saying truly absurd things like "That's Sirius, he was a dog, and the best boy. Aside from me, anyways."

“Uh-huh, sure it is”

Cooper lets him ramble for the first five minutes before actually turning over so he can see what he’s pointing at, doing his absolute best to hide the smirk on his face. He’s also going to call Rob “the best boy” from now on because 🙄😂

“You just said that one was an elephant and now it’s a beach ball. I’m sensing some inconsistency”

"It is. If I wasn't calling you a dumbass, that's when you need to start worrying."

That's his goal, he wants the kid to smile.

"Excuse me, are you telling me that the elephant can't be a beach ball? Let the kid live its dreams, my god, so heartless."

“I shall store that in the memory bank for the future”

Well he’s certainly earned it

“I think St. James is about to come charging down here with some star charts if you carry on” and he’s just doing his best to not give Rob the satisfaction that he’s funny

"You do that."

Bless

"All I have to do is say 'Dueling Club' and he runs for the hills, so I'll be fine. Now that one (pointing) is a giant ladle used to scoop up the soup of the galaxy. Any time it rains, it's because someone's pouring out the soup."

“I don’t like soup. I feel like if it’s galaxy soup then it’s gonna be rainbow coloured.”

"Of course it is; why do you think there are rainbows when it's sunny out. You get the sunlight to really make the colors pop."

“Pop like your face ” 🙄 argumentative little shit “what about Leo the lion?”

"That makes no sense, babe." omfg "No thanks, I prefer Tony the Tiger."

Lmao! “Shut up” and he’s just grumbling but quietly cause he got called babe. “No bitch, he likes frosties cause they’re mediocre” you have captivated my son in this game, well done Robert

Robbie just grins but lets him grumble in peace. "Why would he like a mediocre cereal? That seems like a destructive way of living." Bless, Robert's proud of himself

“Coco pops is where it’s at

"Ugh, yes, Coco pops are so good."

“Nothing beats my favourite breakfast though. Do you know what that is?”

I don't know what it is. Please enlighten me."

“Well I was gonna say bacon sandwiches but then my cocky brain woke up and said you “

"Well, I will be more than happy to provide you with your favorite breakfast tomorrow morning."

“... you’re terrible” and he just leans over and kisses him before settling back down.

"What? How could I deny you your nutrition?" he smirks before kissing him back and settling too.

“Oh my god Robert. What would your mother say” and he just smacks his chest before laughing.

"She would be proud of me for taking care of your health. You're a growing boy, after all." he's got the biggest shit eating grin right now

Cooper just gasps and smacks his chest because he can’t believe how filthy he is sometimes and he doesn’t wanna let him see the amused grin he’s hiding

Robert's actually giggling at this point before dipping down and kissing him again.

#will finish editing at a later date

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Original Mythos + “Similar Situations”

If it isn’t clear how the Slender Man mythos became as immersive as it was, consider that people were relating it to their own (allegedly) real experiences from the beginning.

Victor Surge posted:

Maybe I'll do some more research. I've heard there may be a couple more legit "Slender Man" photographs out there. I'll post them if I find them.

LeechCode5 posted:

I’ve been seriously debating sharing these, but after Victor Surge’s posts I feel I have to.

Victor Surge posted:

I honestly don’t get what half this shit means. I’m done with this Slender Man stuff. It’s starting to make me uneasy. It’s like reading the GBS ghost story threads before I go to bed. Why do I have to look at this stuff while it’s super late?

KatWithHands posted:

Every time I walk past the window at the top of the stairs, I always look out it, even if just for a moment. It's a habit I've had since I was tall enough to peek over the sill. But tonight, as I stepped out into the hall, my head refused to turn; even my eyes remained fixed on the other end of the corridor.

It was as if my body was trying to tell me something… Not the frantic 'Don't look, don't look, dear god please walk faster,' but instead the eerily calm 'There's no need to look. You already know he's there.'

homerlaw posted:

You guys are missing the first appearance of the tall man.

A friend of mine was talking to me about some of the weird shit he was seeing in caves, and he brought up a strange painting he saw.

“It was of a slender man, in what appeared to be a black suit. It lacked a face, and around it were what appeared to be children.”

This was dated back to about 5,000 B.C. and even though he couldn’t say were it was he hinted it was near a major hub, and some other caves near by it. he also said he heard some weird scratching sounds, but that would be BS, ‘cause it appears that he was the first human there for over 7,000 years, and nothing could live that long. Right?

Doom Mathematic posted:

Put it this way. Sometimes when you get up in the night for a glass of water, and you look out the window, it'll look like your tree has one or two too many branches.

When that happens, stop looking, turn off the light and go back to bed.

[...]

E: oh, and don't ask how I know all of this

An observer posted:

The tapping hasn't stopped. I live in a secluded place and this building is the only one for maybe a mile. It's very quiet here even on busy days. There's no one out there who can help me. I haven't left my room ever since got back home. The tapping hasn't stopped.

geekchic posted:

So, it looks like The Slender Man phenomenon is more widespread than we thought. It’s amazing what you can find on the web- these were leaked. Not going to tell you WHERE I found them though. Seems Slender Man has been sighted in England, at any rate, if these reports and photos are to be believed.

Dr. Arbitrary posted:

I think I'm going to edit my earlier post to say SM. I heard that SM can find you if you write his name out completely. I think we all know who we're talking about when we talk about SM.

Sleepless Dreamer posted:

The Slender Man is real, it has existed forever in the back of your minds. You see it in the corner of your eyes, you might be on the third floor like I am, but you know that if you turn around, if you look through the window, he will be there. He's been watching, to him, you are already a victim. He's just waiting for the moment you realize it is unavoidable.

Troutpack posted:

I was just looking through some old pictures my grandpa left behind. He was quite a photographer back in his day, at least before he went crazy.

ce gars posted:

I filed the tapes separately from my others, and was honestly too freaked out to look at them at the time, and eventually forgot about them. But reading about the slender man has peaked my interest again. Maybe it’s what Alex was talking about that day.

Daniel K posted:

I’m in a similar situation.

My father documents almost everything “family related” with his video camera, and from time to time, we sit and watch them and remember the good times blah blah blah.

Well, in the summer of 2001, we were outside playing around as usual, and dad was videoing, as usual. But, for whatever reason, he never let us view that specific tape.

There could be a million reasons why, but I figure why not give it a shot. If anything turns up SM-ish, I’ll let you guys know. Or hell, even if it isn’t, it may still be worth a note.

Chaos Hippy posted:

I can hear him. I can always hear him, every day. Far, far away, but getting closer with each scratching step. Only a matter of time until he comes back, and I learn everything.

I posted:

Remember the statement I made earlier in the thread;

SLENDER MAN THE MORE YOU THINK OF HIM THE MORE REAL HE BECOMES NOW TRY AND NOT THINK OF HIM

Not a joke. Thought alters reality and the shadows keep moving in my peripheral vision.

21stCentury posted:

Stop it.

Please stop it, the more you think about him, the harder it is for us to forget him.

Don't give it ideas, don't give it shape. Don't make him more terrifying please.

I need sleep.

Victor Surge posted:

I'm loving this a lot. Also, what if I didn't spontaneously come up with Slender Man? What if that's what it wants you to think. Come to think of it, I don't really remember those days last week, or even making those posts.

Rodzby posted:

OK, someone needs to own up to some internet detective shit: I received an envelope through my door, no address on it, at 4am this morning. As far as I know nobody I know is a goon and even if they were my address is not listed in my profile.

Reverend Gnome posted:

…keep an eye on any suspicious-looking trees around your home. You never know for certain whether all those branches are really just branches.

Can you say for certain you know how many branches those trees even have?

Call Me Dad posted:

Seriously, fucking stop it.

I woke up this morning screaming. Fucking shit, the more I think about it, the more it feels real. The video posted a few pages back with the “Audio removed” and stuff made me genuinely frightened.

My house is on the ass end of a small stretch of woods. I don’t ever want to go explore it anymore then I already have.

Vonder posted:

Goddammit, goddammit, I've read about Tulpas and thoughtforms and I've tried not to think about him and shadow people and the messed up pictures in my dining room and then he's in my fucking room. I come up the stairs at night and turn on my lamp and in the flicker of light before the bulb turns on completely I know he'll be there. Just for a moment. He's there.

BrightestCrayon posted:

Reading this thread was a horrible idea right before I went to bed last night. All night the damned slender man kept showing up in the background of my dreams. Not doing anything, just there. Fucking creepy.

But those dreams made me start thinking. Everyone's been talking about how odd it is that SM shows up in the background of so many pictures.But, what if he wants to be there? What if he wants you to see him?

Error 404 posted:

I don't know what's real anymore.

I've read this thread, getting chuckles from the pics and stories, loving the youtube clips.

until last night

Braincloud posted:

I was hesitant about posting this but here goes.

A week ago I was riding my mountain bike down a trail when I must have blacked out. I never do that. The next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground tangled in the bushes. I must have hit a tree or rock or something and wrecked - my front tire was completely tacoed. Anyway, I got scraped up pretty good.

Thought I was healing well until I noticed something.

rinski posted:

Actually, this Slender Man thread has me all paranoid. See, my grandmother died about a week ago, and since I live closest, it’s my job to clean out her place. This was the last time I was going to see the place, so I took some pictures. This is their old piano, which we’d moved into the center of the room.

That shadow made my nearly jump out of my skin, because of this thread. I ran outside to see what the hell it was. I’m pretty sure it was just the ridiculously creepy neighbor, though, because there wasn’t anything outside when I got there.

Still, though, it’s pretty creepy, right? The shadow looks like it has the tentacles/branching arms and everything.

Verloc posted:

I want so very much to call bullshit on the slender man. A trope created by goons who sit around the internet campfire circlejerking about scary monsters that lurk in the night. Every time I try though, the wind drives branches against my window, and the staccato rap tap of branches against glass won't let me. I wouldn't care about that, except for the fact that there are no trees near my windows, and there is no wind tonight.

ChibiSoma posted:

Fuck you hippies, I'm never gonna sleep. Sleep schedule's all fucked up and I'm exhausted because I'm trying to wrench it around. Being scared shitless certainly helps. But I already deal with annoyingly regular bouts of sleep paralysis. That shit fucks with my head enough as is. And I see standard 'scary' shit - aliens out of the corners of my eyes, bugs, (and this is just me because fuck them) every so often a beholder or something. Now I'll be waking up but not waking up, unable to blink or move in any way, and the Slender Man will be there. Standing next to my bed. Looming over me.

And staring down.

BlackFrost posted:

Do you ever get that feeling? That feeling like you're being followed, but whenever you turn around there's no one there? I think that's him. That's what he does when he follows you—he gives you that feeling. If you notice him, he notices you.

I see him outside of my house, now. At the windows. I close all of the blinds, but I always look outside. He only comes at night, but I'm starting to see him in the daytime, too.

I don't think his eyes are darkened. I think they're just… gone.

He follows me wherever I go. I see him at work, so I don't go there anymore. I see him outside, not always but even when I don't, I always feel him there. I don't go outside anymore. I don't go anywhere.

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