#this was crazy to write in school LMAO

[lynxtheserval]

Hi! Can I request a Yandere Boombox X Fem Reader?

(tw: Lots of Yandere shit like holy hell I think I went crazy with this one tbh (like murder (probably), stalking, stabbing with a glass thingy, probably more) please don't read this if anything related to this scares or triggers you, brother I was wondering if I went a little crazy with this one)

Yandere!Boombox x Fem!Reader:

I loved writing this one ngl, his personality might be a little ooc cuz I've never written for Boombox before.

It may be a little better written in certain spots then others, this was made in multiple days.

I like to call him blocky Lucio (totally not a overwatch fan LMAO)

You were having a rough day. The casual old "wake up on the wrong side of the bed" thing.

First, you get in the shower when it's still cold. Freezing, even.

Second, you ran out of coffee to make at home, went to the local coffee shop just to have them get your order wrong twice. You didn't even get the right drink at the end, just taking what you got, you were in a rush after all.

Third, the past couple weeks you've been feeling watched, you assumed it was just anxiety but were never sure. The feeling was especially strong today.

Fourth, you ended up getting to work late, accidentally making your boss mad. Your boss wasn't a great person.

"Why the HELL are you late?!" Your boss yelled at you when he saw you walk through the employee only door, "I told you to be here over an hour ago!"

"I'm sorry sir," you started, "some stuff happened-"

"Some stuff, eh?" He interrupted, "like, what? Your parents died?"

"No but-"

"Then you have no right to be late!" He stomped off, leaving you to get to work. Apparently they were short-staffed today, as you work at one of those fancy restaurants a bunch of higher-ups go to. It was empty, so you didn't understand why he was so mad.

As you started cleaning up some of the tables, you heard the door open and a particular looking demon walked through. He was wearing a light green shirt with a slightly darker green tie, a baseball cap placed backwards on his head, 2 long green horns protruding from the sides of his head, but what stood out the most was his visor. A visor was placed over his eyes, bright green lights resembling eyes glowed from it, he seemed to be staring right at you. He saw you look at him, tilted his head slightly to the side and grinned at you.

You looked at him for a moment, then realized you should probably sit him down at a table. You walked over to him in a tired manner and asked,

"Hey welcome, just one or are more coming?"

He stared at you some more, and seemed to be observing your features, then realized you spoke to him. The eyes on his visor changed to a shocked realization expression.

"O-oh- you talking to me?" He pointed to himself.

You nodded slowly, getting partially creeped out by the long seconds of staring he seemed to be giving you.

"Yes..?"

He seemed to blush a tiny bit, then responded.

"Well- uhm- yeah! Just me! Haha! I'm Boombox, by the way." He laughed nervously, putting his hand up to his neck.

You raised an eyebrow, spoke,

"I'm Y/N."

And you got a menu and you motioned to Boombox to follow you to a table. You lead him to a table, a table for two. You placed the menu down on the table, then you went to go get water for him.

As you walked off, the man watched you. Your beautiful features, hair, eyes, everything about you was wonderful! As he saw you walk through the employee only door, he frowned. He hates when he can't see you. Boombox decided to get up and look into the window of the door.

As you walked into the break room, you took a deep breath and sat down to take a break. You laid your head down on the table and thought about the day you've had so far, and Boombox who was waiting for his drink.

The look he gave you, it was scary. Even through his visor, you could tell, he wanted something from you.

As you started to doze off farther, you felt someone slam their hand on the table. You shot your head up and saw your boss with an angry look.

As your boss yelled at you, Boombox watched you, and your dumb, sick, awful boss. He hummed and his eyes underneath the visor turned into a pissed, sadistic look. Your boss isn't going to like what's about to happen.

After your boss was finished yelling at you, you decided to leave. You were debating on quitting. As as you walked home, you still had that paranoid feeling, like something was wrong, really really wrong.

Back at the restaurant, your boss walked out of the break room, and Boombox was back at his table. He was staring directly at your boss, he waved his hand and smiled at him.

"Hey, could I get a water?" He asked, as calmly as he could manage.

Your boss muttered something along the lines of "she didn't even get the water.." and went to go get a glass cup.

Once the boss came back with the water and placed in on the table in front of Boombox, then Boombox grabbed it quickly, then stood up and approached the boss.

"You know, it's uh, kinda rude to yell at a person like that," he grinned and took a sip of the water, "especially Y/N, she's trying her best, yeah?"

The boss looked confused for a moment, "I have no idea what you're talking abo-" as Boombox splashed the cold water from the cup all over him.

"Oh yeah?" He hummed and grinned even more, "I saw the whole thing." Boombox shoved the boss down on the ground and threw the cup directly at the boss's face. It shattered.

Boombox laughed, crouched down and grabbed one of the larger shards from the broken glass, and started to stab the boss directly in the neck.

Back at your house, you sat down at your couch and cried, so much was happening today. After about five minutes of crying, you heard a knock on the door. You sniffed and walked over to the door, wiping your eyes and opening the door.

It was Boombox? Something felt off about him though, why was he holding a glass shard, covered in blood..? It took you a second to realize what was going on, you tried to slam the door shut but he blocked the door with his foot, smiled and pushed the door open with a lot of force.

"Hey sweetheart! Sorry about your dumb boss, I wanted to make sure you were okay after that!" He walked inside your apartment and closed the door behind him. You backed up in fear and tried to run away from him, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him. "Oh no no no! You're not leaving quite yet."

You looked at him in fear and tried to say something but all that came out was a yelp as he pulled you closer and into a hug.

"He didn't hurt ya too badly, did he? Seriously, you don't have to worry about him anymore! He's been dealt with." He grinned even more and sighed, "you know, I've been watching you for a while now," he laughed, "and I thought it was finally time to introduce myself! Also I never got to tell you back there, Y/N is a beautiful name!"

#x reader #phighting x reader #boombox phighting #boombox Phighting x reader #brother help me #phighting #this feels like one of my longest fics lmao #i hope its okay #im so exhausted man lmao #tw: yandere #tw: murder #(probably) #tw: stalking #tw: stabbing #holy hell im so sorry #this was crazy to write in school LMAO #tw: killing #tw: glass

[moonshynecybin]

Hi! I have been thinking about Marc and the ways he expresses his anger... giving the cold shoulder... the silent treatment if you will (he will speak ABOUT vale but not TO vale let alone WITH vale)... need your input please....

hmm good question.... this got. STUPID long sorry

uhhh marc is, in general, good at keeping his (negative) emotions in check. like i think marc loooooves to think of himself on track as a mature, controlled, and rational dude. above distraction. a killer. a cyborg. idk his dad has talked about how he doesnt really complain much about injury and there's also allll these stories about what a mature kid he was... so i think that when he was young - ESPECIALLY in a racing sense because he was so much younger than most of the people he was competing against - he internalized that in order to do all the stuff he wants to do racing-wise, he reallyyyy has to keep a level head and not well. act his age! and i think that extends to a lot of how he manages his emotions today (at least in a public setting). even in places where im pretty sure hes PISSED (sepang. phillip island 2013.) he just kind of. visibly contains himself. not a confrontational dude in the outright sense he'll clench his jaw and try to work through it.

which is part of what makes his valentino-oriented crazy so interesting. bc people were noticing that marc in 2015 was kind of. being weird. as his and valentino's relationship deteriorated. like they were both outwardly very much like we can keep it on track :) until the big fallout towards the end of the year but uhhhh. well marc has said that vale started pulling back in september of 2014 like he was noticing SOMETHING, and they clashed on track A LOT in 2015, and i think marc sensed vale cooling on him and freaked a lil. hashtag neurotic 22 year old moments. he is my favorite crazy ex girlfriend. like usually he IS good at separating that stuff out and managing his emotions in the racing sense but in assen that year when vale overtook him off track after they made contact he raised a BIG stink with race direction and actually had some uh. not especially chill quotes about it. (it should be noted marc was also flopping for the first time in his motogp career. like in his brain he stopped winning AND vale stopped talking to him he was goin through it) adn all the reporters noticed too they were like. why werent you sucking and fucking in parc ferme. like vale's left turn wrt to spaniard sabotage comes outta nowhere but people WERE noticing that things were changing. i bet marc noticed too. BUT they are not the type of people to talk about these things so they keep it to vague flirting in presscons and escalating on-track tension slash proxy wars waged in race-direction contexts... liek truly you are 22 you are not going to keep your championship title and your hot sports idol bestie is no longer flirting with you on twitter and you COULD just talk to him about that but you'd rather DIE so youre going to ask honda to back you up to race direction about your last race where you DEFINITELY lost bc winning is the ONLY thing thatll make you feel better. even though thatll help convince your hot sports idol that you are engaging in a benedict arnold level betrayal scheme against him. an insane time to be marc marquez. 2015 really kind of is a study on how both of them handle losing: NOT WELL.

and then the thing about sepang is that then the lid is blown clean off and marc spends the ENTIRE race being annoying on purposeeeee. hes so fucking pissed and hurt at valentino that he decides to get under his skin for REALSIES instead of focusing on his race. like idk he probably would have fought hard for the win without the drama that how he works but uh. i think he was being annoying specifically to bite at vale's edges. and part of that is bc marc is naturally and effortlessly annoying. but i think part of it was SPITE. like his team advised him not to speak on anything from that presscon and he didnt, but he can still fuck him over on track. get under his skin. like he cant tell vale to his FACE that he's angry and confused and hurt. but he CAN let him know on that fucking racing line. where he cant be ignored. idk like i cant see marc letting anyone else get under his skin like that.

AND another big ass exception to the marc marquez anger management philosophy is from misano 2019 where vale messes with his qualifying lap. a lovely anon sent me some videos of marc talking to the press and jesus christ i dont think ive ever seen him angrier oh my god. AND the anon also linked the race from that weekend where he won and he celebrated harder than ive seen him celebrate some TITLE wins like he went. notably nuts. the commentators were all like uhhhh. he mustve REALLY wanted to get one over on vale adjfhlkdh... idk if any of this answered your question but his relationship to his emotions fascinates me hes so weirddddd. and its interesting to me that he can shrug off jorge ruining his last race at honda and be friendly but also be like. kind of aloofly pissed at bezz. because of valentino! he can repress the rest of it, but valentino shines through the cracks.

#its interesting bc theres also this tension with him where he keeps all of this tightly controlled and then he also REALLY wants you to know #about it. like in his docuseries hes like okay i know we have to talk about valentino :/ which is CRAZY bc he is producing that series #and its about his comback from injury. he could have EASILY left it out but he wanted to set the record straight #and also pull the punch/make it seem like hes no longer invested by saying he doesnt wanna talk about it #idk i think he was smart to keep his mouth shut in sepang 2015 but it CLEARLY cost him #like i think his own reservedness confines him sometimes and he chafes. and it bubbles out. like marc dont you just wanna go apeshit. #anyways this isnt even my entire marc and anger thesis like i need to go back to grad school lmao #callie speaks #motogp #asks #marc marquez #rosquez #tbh. i should just write some fic. hmm. #long post

[rollercoasterwords]

just wondering how writing atwmd is going atm due to the slower updates? absolutely NO pressure whatsoever write at your own pace im just wondering since ive been hurt one too many times by abandoned fics and atwmd is honestly genuinely incredible i love it sm youre so talented, again 0 pressure literally just wondering

i updated a week ago lol what is ur frame of reference for “slower updates”…like i get that i’ve been updating more slowly than when i originally started posting the fic but ive still been posting consistently 1-2 times a month for like the past 6 months and i regularly answer questions abt the fic on this blog + talk abt my plans 4 it so i’m not really sure why you’d be worried abt it getting abandoned.

#i get that u tried 2 word this nicely but like. what lol #again i work 2 jobs & am in school rn. of course i am no longer able 2 update as frequently…u do understand that like #writing a book in a year is an unusual thing to do. this fic is already 150k words #if ur worried abt getting ‘hurt’ by abandoned fics my advice is don’t read wips #ask #wfrau #sorry actually not done yet & anon this is not entirely on u but like. sometimes this fandom makes me feel crazy lmao #like am i already not updating unusually regularly & frequently?? is it normal now 4 people 2 be posting weekly or whatever?? #like who is posting w such frequency & consistency that me only posting 1-2 times a month prompts questions like these. hello

[coconut-cluster]

hello all I just wanted to pop in and say I am in fact writing chapter 5 of Crowns and Cutlasses, I didn’t just dip after posting the notes lol but I WON A FULBRIGHT so i have been busy and insane

#which is to say I’ve been busy prepping things and figuring out what the hell the Netherlands needs from me lmao #also school and work and everything about life but that’s less exciting #AHHHHH #I feel so crazy and insane and frightened and excited #to be clear this post is genuinely to update you all but also to say it out loud (…in writing) because it doesn’t feel real yet #also I just like to update you guys on my life #💚💚💚 #lexi talks

[good-beanswrites]

hello beans!! hope you're doing well 💜 ^w^ I know you've probably gotten a lot of requests - but I'm gonna add to that pile anyway because it's fun and also your writing is wonderful and always cheers me up to read!! I'm so inspired by your drabbles and you really bring these characters and this little world to life ;w;

From drabble list #1:

14. "Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up."

Character(s): honestly anyone, but my gut was saying Es as soon as I saw that sentence so... up to you!

Woo thank you pal, same to you!! Thanks for your kind words ah ;--; This is the perfect line for Es omg, I've been cracking up over it for so long 😂 I was tempted to write them waking up for T2, taking one look around and going "uh-uh," but decided on some T1 comedy...

Es rarely dreamed. Usually it was vague images and thoughts. Sometimes it was just them thinking about breakfast the following morning. Occasionally they were plagued by a nightmare of being forced to sing karaoke with the prisoners. Most of the time, though, it was just silence that welcomed them at the end of the day. Wonderful, peaceful, silence.

BANG-BANG-BANG!

Someone slammed their fist on the door. Es just about fell out of bed.

Mikoto’s voice came from outside. “Oi, get up! There’s been… uh… an incident!”

That was the last thing a prison guard wanted to hear at -- Es checked the clock -- 2am. Damn. 

They muttered to themself as they threw on their uniform. Why the prison’s cells didn’t lock was beyond them. Some of the prisoners were more troublesome than others, but the first trial had been going smoothly thus far. Why now? 

Their mind flashed with various possibilities, each one worse than the last, all urging them forward. By the time they were running down the hallway, their shirt buttons were a row off, and they had to switch their shoes to the opposite foot. They adjusted the cap clumsily on their head.

Fear gripped their chest as they heard Jackalope’s voice crying out for help from the panopticon. Jackalope never called for help. 

Es burst into the room. The prisoners froze, looking up guiltily. 

They sat in a huddle on the floor. Yuno and Muu held the little furry warden over a tub of sudsy water. Bottles of soap and shampoo sat nearby. An assortment of brushes and combs sat to the side. Splashes of water spread across the prisoners and ground, speaking to several failed attempts at getting Jackalope into the bath.

Nearby, Mahiru was holding up the tiny guard’s uniform, her sewing kit spread out on her lap. Es spotted bandages on Yuno’s and Kazui’s fingers. Shidou was currently dabbing blood off Fuuta’s nose as he fumed. Jackalope leaned over to nip at the hands holding him, but Yuno and Muu held him fast.

“Es!” came his frantic voice as he thrashed around. “You gotta help me! Make them stop, dammit!” 

From the group of prisoners who had been watching from a distance, Haruka turned to them. “Oh! Es! Th-they thought that he needed a -- uh, a bath! His uniform had a h-hole, and Mahiru can s-sew! And they thought, they thought we could do it all t-together… Muu called it a -- a spa night…” 

“At two in the morning?” Was all that came to mind.

“We tried to get him to do it earlier today,” Muu said, “but we didn’t get a chance until now.”

“They didn’t get a chance to kidnap me, she means!” He squirmed around some more, swinging his antlers wildly. “They hid around the corner and nabbed me like the filthy criminals they are!!”

Yuno said, “hold still,” as she brought him closer to the water. He kicked his feet wildly, screaming at Es to show a little authority and do something. 

“Hold on a second,” they stopped her.

They closed their eyes, pinching the bridge of their nose. They took a measured breath. They were here to contemplate sin and crime, guilt and forgiveness. Their job should have consisted of questions about morality and life and death; they never anticipated looking around their prison and asking, “is human shampoo even safe for his fur?”

Kotoko spoke up from the other side of the room. “That’s what I thought, but is he really a rabbit? He eats human food and everything, we didn’t think a bit of soap was that different.”

Jackalope disagreed (“that stuff is as bad as poison -- poison I tell you!”) but the others chimed in with their agreement. From around the room came promises that they were being gentle with him, and that they’d keep quiet, and that they’d dry and brush his fur really well when they’d finished, and that they’d feed him treats, and that his uniform was already good as new, and so on. A few complaints at getting bit mingled with Jackalope’s own insults. 

“-- Alright.” Es held up a hand to silence them all. They knew a warden shouldn’t be making compromises with their prisoners. At the same time, they didn’t have the energy to argue about bunny baths at this time of night. “You can continue, but wash him outside of the tub. And go easy on the shampoo. Any mess you make must be cleaned by morning.” 

They were met with excitement and thanks. Jackalope grumbled that they were too soft, but he sounded relieved as he was whisked away from the dreaded bathwater. 

Es sighed. There may have been a few bites and bumps, but that was all. No emergency, no fight, no danger plagued Milgram tonight. Their relief quickly turned to annoyance. They leveled their gaze at Mikoto as he entered from the hallway behind.

“Please tell me this isn’t why you woke me up.”

“Huh? Oh, this? No, no -- we have everything under control. Aw, Mappi, that looks great!”

He pointed at her sewing job, revealing bandages on his hands as well. It looked like no one was safe from the rabbit’s little teeth… Then Mikoto jabbed a thumb casually over his shoulder. “Nah, the faucet in the men’s room broke when we tried filling the basin. The whole room’s flooded now. I think it’s gonna start spilling into the hallway soon.”

“WHAT?”

#milgram #es #jackalope #mikoto kayano #and some others #rip es... they are eternally dealing with So Much Bullshit.... 😂😂😂 #half the fun was actually writing it and the half of it was sitting around brainstorming all the options of trouble the prisoners could #be getting into at odd hours of the night LMAO #i cycled through so many dares/challenges (the fucked up high school variety) - competitions - show offs - crazy games #and thats Before i considered the genuine trouble they could get into #the line was so versatile asdfsdfsd #anyway uhh dont try this at home and all that -- apparently bathing bunnies IS bad for their fur and very distressing 💀 #but im sure our little cryptid prison warden can handle it... #amane and haruka arent involved directly but they are chilling okay #its getting more and more difficult to write milgram humor as they reveal more and more character trauma but im trying!! 😭 #thank you so much for the request! these have been such a blast -- i really appreciate it! you are so kind :') #i hope youre doing well and taking good care of yourself pal!!👍✨ #i hope you enjoy :D #drabbles

[beautifully-lumpy]

words cannot even begin to express how much i adore this man

#caddicarus #he is such an angel oh my god #i hope someone recorded the whole show #i've seen the clip of the proposal that happened!! #and i saw the little clip of jim reading out that crazy hate mail from october LMAO #seems like lots of amazing things happened at this show. #unfortunately i don't live on the east coast where cool shit like this happens! #bro looked SMOKING in that suit holy shit #and it seems like he's picked up the habit of flashing a peace sign in every photo just like me lol #anyWAY i know i said a week ago i was writing a BPJ about TCWOC and it obviously hasnt come out yet... #i keep meaning to sit down and write it but man this school semester has been mentally DRAINING #idk y'all might have to wait a few weeks 😭 #but i will say i adored that blu ray

[whiteeyes-is-a-mad-scientist]

yippee

stepped out of my comfort zone and actually posted some of my writing/fanfiction

got my first kudos 😭💕 thank you random guest glad you like my writing. Ive never really shared my fanfiction other than with one friend on discord, ive shared so much of it with them lol shout out to them, so it just feels werid to share it on a site like ao3

To celebrate I made a small doodle of it, funnily enough though I am one of the biggest ock fans but my first shared fanfiction is sandman centered💀

If interested feel free to take a peek, Its gonna be a collection of little, mainly romance, stories. idk might try out others

#tssm #I can share my doodles like crazy but the moment you ask for my writing- #I get as shakey as jello fr #Having to write papers in school is an experience for me lmao

[minglana]

thinking that i need to should get an irl hobby where i interact with people.......... i cannot keep on going like this

#i dont wanna make it sound like i have no hobbies bc i do make bracelets and i write wikipedia articles once in a while etc #but i need to interact w ppl. only socializing w ppl from school and the dorms (+ my parents) is driving me crazy #the problem is that i would love to do some sport but i cant bc of my allergies.... and music. well maybe #but it would take up a lot of time. bc ive been trained to practice and play everything perfectly. so not playing perfectly #(by not practicing) would be..... terrible and i wouldnt like it #and im just. so lost lmao 🧍🏻‍♂️ #i might look at stuff the civic center organizes. or i would also love to do some stuff with nature/plants but. idk where i should look lol #z xarre

[dmdumouchel]

When I was in...high school. Not elementary school. Not middle school.

High school.

I got back into Club Penguin.

And one time I was playing Club Penguin and wanted my brother to get online so he could check my igloo out or something. And I deadass messaged him "get your ass back on Club Penguin"

And during Orchestra class. IN HIGH SCHOOL. Meaning I was too old for this game and it was very embarrassing if anyone found out I was still playing it as a teenager. My friend sitting next to me SAW THE MESSAGE ON MY IPOD

No I did not have a phone. All I had was an iPod

#I just randomly thought of this #tbh I'm not completely sure if I had sent the message while in high school or if it was an old message from middle school that somehow #was visible on my phone still????? like I was looking back on it?? #if that makes sense??? #I have no idea #that's crazy how memory works #immediately after writing the post I'm questioning myself in the tags lmao #but either way the fact remains my HS friend SAW IT #she was like 'get your ass back on Club Penguin??' #I WAS SO EMBARRASSED #but it's such a quotable moment #I told my bf about it a long while back #and it's become an inside joke #and when he's not online I'm like 'get your ass back on Club Penguin' #like just now. waiting for a call. while he's eating dinner #personal

[todayisafridaynight]

prob dont gotta say it. Again. but no stream today i still want my hand to rest

#snap chats #my hand feels a lot better since last week and i prob could use my hot keys- just not as fast prob #but i dont wanna risk anythin. i plan on catching up on my commissions next week since the guilt is Real #so im letting my hand get as much rest as it can before i do anything crazy #thats also why i havent finisjed that fic LMAO like yah i did write a lot with one hanf but it sucks typing like this #and im gonna be less inclined to edit things this way #and i already dont like this fic so i wanna at least give it a fair chance yk #anyway bye im gonna. Who Knows. #ill prob be good to stream next week- which'll be nice before i go back to school ig lmao

[sexynetra]

“I'm so sorry this is so late, I uhhh got robbed and then had to go to a police stakeout to try and rescue some of my things lmao” GIRL WHAT

I would love to have made this up for the bit but alas my life is a seemingly endless stream of progressively more and more unbelievable stories 😔

(I’m all safe! My laptop and I were separated for a bit but by some miracle we were reunited, can’t say the same for the rest of my school stuff RIP choir music and assignment guidelines)

#I laugh about it but honestly that day was traumatizing lmao #I couldn’t open my computer for 4 days cause of ptsd which is so hot and sexy of me #but I am good I promise!!! all safe and alive #also was intentionally vague in the authors note because I find those old school author notes with crazy dramatic events- #-preventing the author from writing the story CRAZY nostalgic and funny yknow #but I am good! I have my laptop and my car is repaired and nobody was hurt physically :) #and hey I still finally wrote the chapter #asks

[byanyan]

today I'm thinking about how possessive byan is of their belongings. like, to the point of being extremely wary of letting someone else hold something just to get a closer look. or clutching their bag against themself when you offer to hang it up for them. they grew up with very little to their name and with little to no security on the few things they did have, and it fuckin shows. they have had caretakers of all sorts throw items of theirs away, sometimes without telling them and often without explaining why, and have straight up lost everything but what they could fit into a backpack in at least one instance after getting kicked out of a foster home. they do not trust anyone with their things and will fight tooth and nail to keep what they have. they've been known to get violent over even perceived threats, and have definitely punched people in the gut for trying to help by picking up something they've dropped.

#just damaged kid things u know how it goes #this extends to food too tbh #basically if something is theirs it's ideal to not touch it unless u want to be tackled to the ground & strangled #god I'm just thinking about the number of issues this has undoubtedly caused in school #so many detentions for hitting other kids who were just curious about smth they had #anyway idk if I'll be writing this evening at all my anxiety is crazy rn & I don't feel human after sleeping for 12 hours straight lmao #so pls take this thought that's been on my mind all day ty #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ HEADCANON ⋮ DANGER IN THE FABRIC OF THIS THING I MADE.

[boxwinebaddie]

you do feel like a very warm person! i once sent you an ask calling you a safe person and i genuinely believe that. there have been so many times where ive wanted to send an ask just talking about my day, or send in my artwork that is completely unrelated to you, just because im proud of it. i know how much you care about us and we all care about you too! i read every post you put out, especially the ones that are just life updates because i love and care about you as much as i love and care about your work. youre the only reason i even have notifs turned on for this app lmao

also you do naughtt have to answer all your asks girl ive sent you some stuff that is just total bullshit BDJFJDJS also i hope im not cluttering your box w this kinda stuff? i want to reassure you but i have anxiety so its being done anonymously so sorry 😭😭

thank you, friend. i cannot tell you what it means to me. i also do remember that exact ask message that was sent to me. <3 i wanted to respond to it, actually, but i find that when i am in pensive or poignant moods, it's difficult for me to respond to positive anons because i don't feel like my answers reflect how i feel effectively.

but because this anon was so earnest and honestly took me from a very low place to a much higher one, i wanted to answer it, and hopefully, in some way, my words can lift you up high too. <333

firstly, please know you are always welcome to send me anons about your day. your asks never have to have anything to do with me at all! i genuinely enjoy hearing every deranged thought in your head and i want you to have a place to put those thoughts and know that they are in a safe place that i keep very close to my heart.

you can tell me anything. you can tell me about a dish that you cooked and burned, ( don't worry, jersey is a very good cook and still did that ) a boy you have a crush on ( ravenstan literally asked his 50k person audience what to do on a date because he was nervous ), how your dads making you feel, a song you like, how you are feeling today/whether or not you'd like some support or advice from me.

anything, baby.

literally anything.

i am here for you...thank you for being here for me. :')

( edit: ALSO, please, please PLEASE send me your writing and art!!! you are welcome to submit them on burner accounts or dm me or send me links...anything. i want to tack them up on my metaphorical fridge like a proud uncle. you are all so fucking talented. )

in particular, though, if you ever have a deranged thought where you associate something you've heard, read or saw with me, i'd love to know. it makes me feel really seen. same thing goes with the boys or any of my style au ncuniverse content, i try to make them as immersive and intricate and interactive as possible, also i get worried about the characterizations and stuff being unclear, so when people make connections and stuff, it makes my teacher brain go brr.

which, uuuuuugggggh speaking of. i feel like a lot of the reason i've been so depressed and strung out lately is because ( i'm sure i mentioned it ) but my coworker is out for the week, he is the only other person who does my labor intensive, kind of degrading, whack job. and so i have all of my shifts...Plus His. which means i have all the 9th graders in my school....all...the time.

oh my GOOOOD, brother!!! :(((

literally, i am so sad because my coworker gets to shadow kinder recess with the kindergarteners which uUUuUuugh i'm so fucking jealous, but i was so excited because i actually Know all the little kindergarteners because i help them out of their cars every morning and get them on the right buses in my crazy outfits, so they get heeella psyched when i roll up because i wear all the big earrings and my sweaters are always soft kshdsh...but...THEY FUCKING GOT SOMEONE TO COVER HIS KINDER RECESS SHIFT SO I COULD TAKE MORE CLASSES. I HATE MY LIIIIIIFE!!!!!! WHY!!! LOL!!!!!

also...sigh. i had to Speak Sternly to all my 9th grade classes because they are also the periods of time where other students come in to take makeup tests and my kids are so loud that kids...physically cannot test. and idk, sorry to go all teacher on y'all, but my kids misbehaving in a free period cannot impact the education of other students taking tests. so i kind of had to yell at them and it suckeed. UGH. i care a lot about them, but i let way too much slide so now they are acting crazy. but they've chilled out a lot more so, thank god.

edit: just Fucking Kidding !!! my biggest class was fucking HORRIBLE today i want to stick my fucking head in a blender. i feel like the mother to like thirty very loud kids who won't listen to me, fml.

but yeah, someone gave their condolences for my heavy work week and said they hope i get to spend more time with the little people. and man, dude. i wish. i licherally got f'ed. it sucks so bad. :////

but here are some highlights:

when i was covering my coworkers kinder recess last week, all the kids got really excited, i had to pry a lot of them off me, a bunch of girls made lego water bottles and were trying to have me drink different colored lemonades out of them ( i made very expressive faces and pretended to spill it everywhere once in devastation ) and a very sweet little girl made me this. AAAAAAAA i cried. i crieeeed

i also got so many hugs <3 so stoked <333 there is also a first grade girl who rain, wind or shine, will come get her uncle nina hug and it does make me misty, i love that consistent queen ;-;

a 4th grade girl finger knit me a headband!! i told her i would style an outfit around it, so stay tuned, haha. and another elementary school girl who sees me in my lil sanrio hello kitty grrl outfits told me that she went to the mall and opened a prize box and got this cute hello kitty sticker, that she thought of me...and Gave it to me??

<333 ;-;

i put it on my work keycard.

oh, also my boss briefly had to step out so i got to sit behind her Big Desk in The Big Chair and was briefly Principal Nina, lmaooo.

but ugh, reading that you guys care about me as much as you care about my work, really makes me feel loved and valued and...real, tbh. i am glad i am more than a content creator to you. it's why i feel safe telling you guys about my life because i do actually feel as safe with you as thankfully, you guys feel safe with me. besos.

we built a really lovely online community on this blog and i'm so glad i have all of you in my corner, fighting for me on days that could not fight for myself, and enjoying my work which sometimes i'm insecure about, but is actually very well loved by the people who do love it.

thank you so much.

( also omg, giggling and twirling my hair, the amount of you that actually are not even sp hyperfixated any more or don't have tumblrs other than to follow my deranged ncu shit posting...i LOVE you )

BEFORE I CLOSE UP THOUGH!!! NO!!! YOU ARE NOT CLUTTERING UP MY BOX!!!! send me anything you want!!! it sucks that i can only really talk to you through this one way screen, so it kind of feels like you are talking to me and updating me. i'm only sorry that i cannot answer All your asks. i know you said it's okay, but i want you all to know that i literally have so many, that i physically as one person cannot answer them all. i wish i could. i wish i could write faster.

also i get overwhelmed because it's like, do i answer this short personal ask? do i answer this one that advances the plot but is very labor intensive? do i post this weird experimental snippet? do i give you guys music headcannons? like AAAAJHDLS i'm so confused. but i try and answer as many as i can. but i do skip the line for sad personal asks because...i do worry about y'all. <333

but no, you are all peaches. thank you for writing to me and please continue to do so if you feel so inclined. thank you for caring about me and never feel like you have to reveal yourselves to me, in any other way than through your anonymous ask messages. i value your personal comfort and safety and i feel like i know you very well just from the way that you type and the way you express yourselves. :)

all this to say, i love you very much.

thank you for being fans of my fiction,

i am a big fan of your reality. <3

( and you of mine too, i suppose? )

-nina, abt to put all my 9th graders on the k-garten leash

#free nina #let nina be an elementary school teacher #i am in HELL #oh my god why would they cover the one shift my coworker has i wanted to do and shovel all his bullshit on me #actually furious lmao #also the kids in my biggest study hall were so fucking awful to me i am literally in hell like please fucking listen to me #i am literally trying to keep you safe like oh my GOD #i had a kid try to jump off the table and hang off the overhead light when i tried to put my laptop away #that is what i am dealing with in here #but thank you baby it really means a lot to me that you guys care about me and you see me bc i feel wafer thin #i'm just so tired and so worn out i'm gonna try and do something nice with my afternoon #please send me anything you like at any time my asks are open i accept any all and all ask types #i adore you this is the best part of my day seriously #i wish i could answer more of your asks but is just not feasible with how busy i am but spring break is in 2 weeks i hope to write more #sorry for being miserable like i just feel like i'm being pulled in 9 directions and a lot of my class sessions are nice #but some of them are FUCKED UP #like i dont feel like human being rn but this message helped thank you baby i love you a lot mWAH #like i am breaking up fights girls having crazy high school drama boys tryna run their fantasy football leagues #LIKE WHY DO WE STILL LIKE FORTNITE IS THAT NOT OLD #slams my head against the wall goodbye

[inkykeiji]

CLARI :cc i’m so lazy n i need to do my work!! pls give me some motivation? if ur like this sometimes, what do u normally do?

well anon i feel like that’s such a personal question that’s highly dependent on each individual person (ie something that motivates me might not motivate you) and it also rly depends on the work/thing you need to do, too!

#sorry anon i know this is like a really unsatisfying answer #i also don’t really struggle with motivation #like i am always motivated to go for my run or on days where i’m feeling a lil fatigued i just think about the health benefits and i’m ready #to go #or like for school #my grades were crazy important to me and that was my motivation #and i absolutely loved my program so like;;;;; i enjoyed doing my work LMAO #same with writing like my love for writing is my main motivator #i know i sound like suuuuch a nerd #but that’s the truth!! #i feel like i’m a bad person to ask this question ahahaha #i have an obsessive personality too with extreme perfectionism so like;;;; yeah;; #there’s that LMAO #waah sorry anon >.< #have a good sunday bb!!! #stay safe n drink water <3 #inky.bb #clari gets mail

[diobrando]

listening to my cooperating teacher teach the same lesson 3 times a day really is taking me out

#nothing wrong with that if the lesson is interesting #sorry but youre the only one that is invested in military history that shit is a snooze fest though #im transcribing his notes onto pwpt so it helps me tune it out lol #he's letting me teach government but hes pacing it and picking what we do which is fine whatever im not crazy about gov in the first place #so its less work for me but i know hes happy because i help him a lot #his room is organized now and he's only writing half the notes on the board because i do the other one and i took snacks and tea and stuff #so its a functional space now lmao #it was fine before tbh but i like to wander around the room so i can look at the students and their work and it wasnt happening before #i was going to die if those boxes stayed there because i kept trying to squeeze by lol #the good thing is that i know ill start teaching the world history class in march so a little over a month of this & then i can change it up #anyways i was so dead today and he was like ''damn you really werent kidding when you said all the bad shit stacks up for you'' yesterday #and this morning were so bad and ofc ive been on my period the first week of school so im feeling worse #whatever this weekend im going to transcribe his powerpoints and hopefully start lesson planning AND im going to memorize all the 4th period #students names

[wandasfifthwife]

(1) a classic get-together | I got a bad idea series

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southern!wandanat x fem!city-girl reader

tw: mention of past animal death (horse), alcohol discussion and consumption (r), r gets drunk, messy family dynamics, R is an emotional drunk lmao (enjoy the embarrassment), introduction chapter (I’m sorry if it’s boring, but this sets up the story haha)

a/n: NOT proofread. I’m so sorry for the choppy writing and if there’s any grammar or spelling errors. I’m publishing this right after I had finished writing it. Please be patience with me, I’ll edit later tonight :)

The fields that stretch in for miles and fresh breeze brings a sense of nostalgia when you step out from the car. Small rocks grind together under your feet as you make your way up towards the door. You greet your grandparents with a smile, shrugging your bag further onto your back to hug them comfortably.

“Oh dear, let me grab that for you.”

Your grandpa reaches behind you to remove the weight from your back. You thank him and turn back to your grandma.

“It’s so good to see you,” she starts, “how’s the job doing?”

“Good, pretty good.”

Your mom comes up behind you, resting a hand on your shoulder, “my sister’s family is coming behind us. Can you help them bring their stuff inside?”

You nod at her request, kicking your shoes off and following them inside. Being in the city you’ve had a few dreams about their home. Now being back in town, it feels unreal.

“You can take the guest room upstairs, I have set some blankets out since our AC doesn’t work very well keeping the chill out.”

You thank her and walk behind your grandfather towards the stairway. Each step elicits a cracking sound from the old wooden stairs. He sets your stuff on the bed and pulls you into another hug.

“It’s so good to see you again, it’s been what, almost five years?”

“That’s too long,” you relax into the hug, “it’s good to see you too.”

“We got a new horse. We’d love for you to take him out sometime to get him used to another rider.”

“Well, I can try later in the week.”

He leaves you alone, giving you time to unload your stuff into the drawers. You’re tucking your duffel under the bed when excited voices from below float into the room. There were five more entering into the room, exchanging hugs with one another.

You wonder down the stairs, a smile on your face as you greet everyone you from across. Keeping true to your promise, you walk out to their car to carry any extra luggage they had during their drive down. Your aunt pulls you into probably the tenth hug you’ve had today, and definitely not the last.

“You’ve grown so much. Last I saw you was when you were a senior in high school.”

“And since then you’ve had another son,” you squeeze her hands to show your elation, “congrats.”

She laughs and waves you off, “thank you. How’s your job been treating you?”

“It’s good,” you almost wheeze from the weight of her suitcase. Trying to drag it up the stairs was impossible, she had to help you lift.

Each hour passed brought more people until almost fifty people were residing in the house. There weren’t enough rooms for everyone. Those who didn���t have a room had booked a hotel room not too far away.

It was a flurry of people back to back. The building wasn’t small, but it wasn’t the best space to host multiple family members.

A surprised noise sounds from you when your grandpa comes up behind you and drags you towards his bedroom.

“I’ve been re-fixing the fence out there after that storm a couple weeks ago, and I found this. I want to give it to you before I forget.”

He places a heavy object into your hands. You turn your wrist, flipping the item to look at it better.

“Is this the international coin I lost as a kid?”

He nods and you look at him crazy, “how?”

“You raved over that. Came and told me you were going to be an archeologist. Now here you are in corporate.”

You roll your eyes dramatically and put it in your back pocket, “life isn’t very fair. I would have done that if I could understand math.”

“That’s alright. I’m not good at math either, I leave that to my wife,” he says with a weird laugh, leading you back into the hallway.

The youngest in the family, a cousin of yours, comes barreling towards the two of you. You’re quick to pick him up and rest him on your hip. Though having three younger siblings was a mess in and of itself, it helped you and other’s when you were able to care for the kids during events like these.

“While the others finish setting everything up, would you be alright with watching him until then?”

“I don’t mind,” your answer brings a smile to his face.

You wondered back into your bedroom, reaching into the old closet to grab a few things before heading back downstairs. He squirmed in your arms, whining about being let go so he could find the horses.

It was a matter of time before him, and the three other little ones, spent their time outside with the animals. They believed it was a 24/7 petting zoo where they could slap their hands on an animal for hours and laugh at every movement they made.

For now since the sun was beginning to set, the entertainment had to be inside. That news was seemingly the worse thing to tell him.

“But why?”

“Because it’s dark, there could be a fox out there. They’re not like the horses, they’ll bite.”

“Horses bite.”

“Yes, but for a different reason. That’s because you’re giving them food.”

He has yet to understand that horses can be devils, but now isn’t the time to scare him of the one thing he enjoys seeing. Your aunt is happy to see you with him, and she tells you such.

“Oh it’s no problem.”

“Thank you still for watching him. Once everything is set I can take him.”

“All good. I’ve done this for most of my life it’s like second nature.”

With a squeeze to your shoulder, she’s left to head back to chatting with your parents.

Your grandfather brings you to sit on the couch, letting your cousin play on the almost uncomfortable rug.

“We now have a minute to talk. How’s New York?”

“It’s beautiful, definitely smells at times.”

“Ah, just like here. Your mom told me when you got here that you’re thinking of staying up there, is that right?”

“I think so,” you look down, watching your cousin, “I feel more at peace there.”

“You mean scooping up horse manure isn’t for you? Or hauling hay? Or driving an hour to the store to get more feed?”

“No, not anymore.”

He laughs, “and I was going to ask you to help around this week.”

“Oh,” you start to feel bad, “well I don’t mind—“

He jumps up from his seat, the action causing you to jerk back, “alrighty, thank you.”

He allows no do-overs as he wonders towards the front door. His hands come to grab a nearby person and he shoves them towards you.

“I watched you get roped into work.”

“I didn’t get roped in. I was going to help regardless, or else I’d be staying here for free.”

Your younger brother grins, “or maybe it’s because I’ve had to do all of it while you’ve been gone.”

“I know, you’ve told me this every day since I’ve gotten back.”

He shrugs, “it’s the truth.”

He reaches behind himself and reaches into the cooler, handing you a can. You go to move it out of your face, but he persists.

“I know you’re a lightweight, but one drink? Gonna turn down one?”

The door opens and another group you don’t recognize walks in, you’re taking it from his hands while he’s distracted. You crack the top off on the opener beside you.

“It’s not that I don’t want to be here, it’s that I don’t want to be here with so many people,” he tells you, jumping back when the bottle cap flings at him.

“That’s because you’re an introvert.”

“I can talk to people though.”

“Are you stupid? I’m not calling you awkward, I’m saying you don’t like crowds.”

“That’s the same thing.”

He watches you drink it with a wince, “you didn’t have to do all that to prove a point. You’re still a lightweight at the end of the night.”

“No, I did that because ma’s coming toward us.”

He gives you a faux pout as you get dragged off by your grandma. She brings you to the front of the house, past where a few people had gathered in random spots of the living room.

“I wanted to introduce you because I’m not sure if you remember who they are,” she begins, and her words hit a nerve. She acts like you have dementia after a five year break, but still you put your hand out.

“It’s nice to see you again.”

“You as well,” she responds, and it’s then you realize you don’t remember who they are. The room fades slightly as you wrack your already dizzy mind for something.

Your grandma looks at you funny, “have you had something to drink already?”

In the distance you swear you hear your brother laugh. The mood grows more awkward with each minute. You’re grateful for the people around giving a sense of community while you feel like strangers to those in front of you.

“Neighbors, right? I think we met just before I left for college.”

A short conversation later and the memories appear more clearly. The two talking with your grandparents just before they had driven you to the airport. It was short, but you’re thankful you remember as it allowed you to dodge your grandma’s last question.

Your grandma seats them in the sun room and promptly leaves the three of you, saying she needed to make sure her husband wasn’t ruining the labeling of food.

“How was college?”

You look to the one with a braid, the one whose hands were rough when they shook yours, “it was alright. I graduated.”

“Glad you did what you go to college for.”

Her delivery falls flat and it makes your heart race. Your eyes slightly water, the sight making her face squeeze into confusion.

“How much have you drank tonight?”

“One,” you say with a pitiful sniffle.

“Lightweight?”

You nod and they look at you in amusement. Your eyes follow where they’re looking and they land on the half full bottle in your hands, “oh whoops my bad. Actually this is my second.”

You lift the bottle with a proud look and one has the audacity to clap. You smile silly at the affection and ramble into your city life, delving deep into the tea between you and your boss. The two stay seated, hands interwoven as they enjoy the show you’re giving them.

The wall against your bicep is cold. With the way your body was warming, your skin chased after the feeling. You find your face leaning into it before your whole body is on the ground, right by the doorway.

You were sure you were maintaining wonderful conversation with the two new faces, but everything you remember was becoming a blur. It felt like ten seconds, but it happened open the span of ten minutes. The embarrassment had completely disappeared as you laid there unsuspecting, growing incredibly wasted.

One of the women, the one you recognize as short braid, sits beside you. She puts a hand to your forehead but you try to push it off.

“No,” you cry, “you’re mean.”

“Her face is burning,” she relays the information to her wife. The two look at you in amusement as well as concern.

“I’m burning because a beautiful woman is touching me.”

Your sober self is grateful she chose to ignore what you said. Hands lift you off the ground until you’re lying down on a softer surface, and definitely colder. The pressure on your arm leaves and it spirals you downwards.

You can hear them talking in the back, a man’s voice between them. What they’re saying, you can understand but you’re not grasping anything. With your mind focused on how the cold hand left you, nothing else seems to be your focus. It’s the creaking of the door shutting that feels like you’re drowning.

“Don’t leave me,” you look blearily at the door, “please.”

You hear a laugh, but it doesn’t register as anything other than someone mocking you.

“Fine, then leave me here like to always do.”

“Nobody’s leaving you.”

“No it’s okay. You just hate me”

The expression and dramatic nature exuding from you is hilarious. Every small laugh coming from you throws them off when more tears glisten down your cheeks

“Nobody here is upset at you, angel,” wanda’s hand rubs gentle circles against your back. You find yourself leaning into it, the tears stopping as your mind clears. The floor creeks and you’re being sit up.

“I don’t feel super great,” you mumble to them, “I’m sorry for being annoying.”

“Not annoying,” wanda responds and tilts to your head back, “I have some water and I’d like you to drink some, okay?”

After you’re laying back on the bed immediately. The world had begun to feel dizzying, almost nauseating when she held you upright. Without her hand there, you’d surely pass out.

The room is suddenly too quiet. You had tried to see them but the overhead light took a stab at your already overwhelming headache.

“We’re still here. How’re you feeling?”

“Death.”

Wanda laughs softly and Natasha feels your forehead again, “you don’t feel as hot.“

Your mother enters in then, and you attempt to sit up but you wince. A cry spewing from you, “I can’t see anymore, mom.”

She clicks her teeth, “mom told me you drank too much. Should’ve known. Thank you for helping, I can deal with her from here.”

Natasha’s wrists are enclosed in a tight embrace, your hands squeezing the life out of them with as much strength as you had.

“Please don’t leave me with her,” you whine, “she’ll toss me around.”

The clock beside them reads 11:28PM. She looked to it and sighed, deciding it was too late to deal with anything. Wanda stood from the bed, crossing the room to stand by her.

“I love her but she’s as stubborn as a mule.”

“Completely up to you, but we could her stay on our mattress downstairs?”

“That’s fine. I don’t think she’ll allow any of us to help her, I mean look at her.”

You were half lying in Natasha’s lap, tangled with her body. Dried tear marks lined your cheeks, dust from the floor lining your jeans.

It was a journey trying to drag your body down the hallway. A moment collapsed where you tripped over the rug. The best plan of action was Natasha carrying you princess style. Your grandma got a glimpse from where she sat in the living room.

She rushed to your side, “you taking her back to your place?”

“Only if that’s alright with you. She starts to cry almost everytime we begun to leave.”

“Absolutely,” she pats her shoulder with a slight laugh, “she got wasted, I could tell right away. I’ll have to talk to her brother, he’s collapsed on her bed right now. I’m sure he’s initiating something.”

They wish you a goodnight, stepping back and letting them through. You tilt your head back once they’ve stepped outside.

“Feels nice.”

You back far enough that Wanda reaches a hand to cup your head. Natasha adjusts her hold on you while looking to Wanda.

“I’m betting she’s going to get sick. Our guest room is the closest to the bathroom?”

“I won’t get sick of you,” you tuck your head under her neck. The first minute of the breeze was wonderful, but since then and due to your lack of layers, you’re relying on her body heat.

It gets darker the further you walk from the house. Wanda takes out her phone, using the flashlight to help guide their steps.

The pond nearby holds a connection of small critters, their sounds echoing through the trees. The married couple makes small conversation. Every two minutes they’re trying to keep you awake, but it grew difficult.

“Hey, stay awake. We’re almost there, you can see the porch light.”

“I can’t see shit, I’m drunk.”

Natasha laughs at the quip, enjoying the look of annoyance on her wife’s face. Wanda walks up the porch first, the keys jingling in her hand as she searches for the right one. Their home smells like clean fabrics and floral perfume. Your eyes grow heavy, each step and soft sound luring you in deeper. The gentle nudge does nothing to stop you completely falling under this time.

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