prompt/request: “Maybe you could make one where reader’s having a really bad day and the Hamilsquad find them and comfort them (one of them more than others)?” from an anon
a/n: this is a lot like other sad ones i and other people have written and i didnt proofread this cuz i got too sad and also this is my first time doing poly!hamilsquad stuff and its probs bad but!!! i hope you enjoy either way!!!
The second you got home, you threw your phone on the couch,
stripped off all of your clothes, and climbed under the duvet on your bed,
wrapping it around yourself and not even thinking about when you planned on
Things had been really… tough lately, to say the least. You
felt like every day poked and prodded at your brain until, eventually, it
started bleeding and, eventually, the bleeding never really stopped. You were
always worrying, about work or the boys or about your weight or how much food
you were or weren’t eating, and you were always thinking about what you had to
do next. What you had to prepare for. What if there was a fire? Which one of
the boys would be strong enough to carry one or hopefully two of you out of the
burning apartment building? If you spilled on your white blouse, how would you
get the stain out? When you couldn’t get a ride home, would you bus, or would
you call one of the boys? Should you call one of the boys? What were the signs
of a stroke – you didn’t remember, and what if someone around you was having
one? What if someone came into your work with a gun? What would you do? What
are you doing? With your life?
You groaned slightly as the blanket peeled back, revealing a
happy but also slightly concerned John Laurens, one of your boyfriends,
floating over top of you. It took a moment for you to adjust to the light – he must’ve
turned on the overhead when he walked in – and, when you had, you poked out
your head further into the world to see his legs on either side of you,
practically pinning you down.
“Hey, baby,” John greeted when he saw you, leaning down and
placing a kiss softly on your mouth. “What are you doin’ underhere? Ain’t it a
You shrugged and began to pull the blanket back over your
head. “I was jus’ napping,” you answered nonchalantly.
“Can I join ya?” he asked you rather loudly, straightening up
and beginning to unbutton his dress shirt. A smile was plastered on his face –
as it always was, around you – but it didn’t seem… real. You could see the
worry pooling in his eyes. This was because you never went to sleep alone; especially
not naps. “I’m damn cold, and it’s prob’ly really warm under there…”
You shrugged and bit your lip. “Go ahead.”
He was quiet after that. You watched, a bit sadly, as he
stood up and puttered around the room, taking off his jeans and changing into a
pair of gym shorts he used as PJ shorts; letting his hair out of the tight
ponytail it was in and combing it; folding all of his clothes and putting them
away in his section of the closet, shutting it tightly behind him and leaning
against the door. He breathed out slightly before he approached the bed,
running the very tips of his fingers over the blanket before entering. “Do you
wanna be big spoon or little spoon?” he questioned.
“Little spoon, please,” you managed to squeak out weakly,
closing your eyes and tugging the blanket almost up over your face as you
turned on your side. You felt the tears coming on. You were so tired. You were
so sad. Your brain felt so battered and bruised. John normally helped you feel
better, but… he wasn’t right now. And you didn’t know what to do.
John slipped soundlessly under the blankets and rolled over
to you. You could hear him giggling to himself as he did it, but you didn’t
look. You couldn’t look. You squeezed your eyes shut, wrapped your arms around
yourself, and curled up into a slight ball. How could he be so happy when you
were so miserable? Why were you so miserable? Why couldn’t you be as happy to
see him as he was to see you? You felt his arms snake around your waist and
pull you close to him, his legs curling to match the curve of yours. The sound
of his heartbeat almost made you burst into tears right then and there. You
could feel it quickening. You held you breath.
“You’re… not okay, are you?” John murmured hesitantly into
your ear, his warm breath washing over your cold skin. “You… never go to sleep,
“I’m fine,” you told him in response. You couldn’t tell him.
You couldn’t worry him. He was happy. He was so happy and had been so happy lately. You couldn’t ruin his day, you couldn’t
ruin his happy state of mind, you couldn’t ruin him. He was already beginning
to get quiet, and you didn’t like it. John was rarely quiet. He was only quiet
when something was bothering him. Only quiet when he felt upset.
“Babe….” He pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck than ran
his nose over it gently. “Please. I just… I just wanna help.”
“You… can’t,” you whispered, bringing your hands up and
pressing them to your face. “You can’t. I’m fine. Please, John, don’t ask
again. I’m fine.”
He released a sigh. You could feel the air rustling the hairs
at the back of your head, and for a second, he didn’t say anything. You thought
you were in the clear. And then, with the utmost tenderness, John tightened his
grip around your waist and pulled you impossibly closer, pressing his forehead
to the top of your spine. “I love you,” he mumbled against the fabric of your
shirt. “And if it was any otha day, I would stop. But you… haven’t taken your
work shirt off, you’re nappin’ alone, you’re… you’re cryin’, Y/N, and don’t try
to tell me you’re not because I know you are. I know you. And I know somethin’
Seconds ticked by. You thought about it, through the fact
that your eyes were beginning to well up with ears; you thought about telling
him how unhappy you were, how exhausted you felt, how much you wanted to just
fall asleep in the bathtub and… maybe not wake up for two weeks. Maybe not wake
up… ever. You let out a gentle sob and he reached gently with his finger to
lift the hem of your shirt up, tracing hearts onto your stomach. You opened your mouth, choked back a weep, and
you were just about to tell him when….
“I’m hooo-ooooome!” Lafayette called in the other room, the
door slamming shut behind him. You and John were still, almost frozen. “Is…
anyone else home?”
“I’m right beside you, baby,” you managed to hear Herc say.
It was only then you realized the bedroom door was open. You and John would
have absolutely no privacy – sooner or later, the boys would walk in to find
the two of you spooning, and one of you crying…
“John? Y/N?” Lafayette called questioningly.
“They’re normally home by now…”
“I know, Hercules, that’s why I was calling for them,”
Lafayette said casually in response. “My babies? Is anyone here?”
John turned his head around as much as he could with his
arms still wrapped around your waist and called back, “We’re in here, Laf. Me
“Oh, good!” Lafayette cheered, dropping whatever he was
carrying on the ground with a soft thump and running down the hallway (with a
quieter set of footsteps following him), practically skidding to a halt in
front of your door. You didn’t remember looking up, but your eyes were squinted
as you watched two more of your boyfriends come into the light of the room.
John’s head knocked quietly into yours as he swiveled it back around to face
you, and you turned away while closing your eyes, not wanting to see more
people you would just make as unhappy as you felt. Suck up your tears, you told yourself… “Ah… having a little cuddle,
a little nap, without me and Herc, I
see?” Lafayette teased.
If you were looking at him still, you know the smirk surely
playing on his lips would’ve dropped the second he heard you sniffle.
“Be quiet, Laf,” John told him. The words were angry words,
but John wasn’t angry. “Just… be quiet.”
“What is wrong with ma
beauté?” Lafayette whispered loudly, stripping himself of his coat and
moving around to your side of the bed. You opened your eyes to see him crouched
in front of you. He reached a hand upward to cup your face. “Baby, Y/N, what is
“She was just gonna tell me,” John murmured. “Just… sit
down, the two of you, okay? And then we’ll see if we can… coax somethin’ outta
There was a period of a few minutes were Hercules and
Lafayette did the same thing John had done when he came in. They took off their
work clothes, dressed into their lounging clothes, brushed their hair (well,
more accurately for Herc, he took his hat off and tucked it in his drawer),
and, eventually, crawled onto your bed on the other side. John took his hands away
from you, and you almost whimpered at the loss of contact.
“Sit up, baby, and tell us what’s wrong,” he urged. You took
your lip in between your teeth before… You sat up, maneuvered your way around
him, and finally leaned back against the pillows when you were in between all
of them, wedged between John and Lafayette. If you weren’t keeping your secret
any longer… why try and be secretive about it?
“I’m…” Exhale. Inhale. You squeezed your eyes shut as you
felt them watering and dug your thumbnail into your hand to try and hold the
tears back. Your fear, your sadness, was lessened ever so slightly when Lafayette
wrapped his arm around your shoulders and brought you in close to him. “…Really
Everything became tense. The boys seemed… awkward. Your eyes
widened when you realized what you had said and feverishly you tried to stammer
through your explanation as Lafayette’s arm became stiff around you. “No, n-no,
not because of you guys, please, don’t think that! I-it’s not you, I’m not…
t-talking about you guys, I love you all so much, I promise. It’s just…”
You hiccupped a sob and pressed your face into your hands,
wailing and moaning against your moist skin. Lafayette hugged you tightly, and
it didn’t take long before you were being hoisted onto his lap. John shuffled
closer. Hercules put a hand on your leg as you continued to speak against
Lafayette’s shirt. “I love you guys, so much, a-and I’m so thankful, but… I’m so
sad lately? And s-s-stressed? And tired? I can’t think… of a s-single moment in
the past month where I haven’t wanted to sleep for… well, a r-really long time…
and I hate my work, and I’ve… never been in a relationship like this
b-b-b-before, and I’m worried I’ll d-disappoint you guys, and I don’t know who
I am or wh-what I’m doing with my life and I want it… I want it all to stop.”
“A month?” John repeated, pushing himself up with an arm. “A
You nodded and grabbed two fistfuls of Lafayette’s shirt in
your hands, pressing them to your eyes.
“And you… didn’t think? To
You shook your head.
“What the hell, Y/N?”
“J-John,” Lafayette warned as your head turned to see John.
He was crying and biting his lip, now sitting cross-legged on the sheets. He
looked upset. Angry, but not upset. “Please, do not upset Y/N, it’s not a good
“I love you so much and I wanna help you through the bad
days, Y/N,” John whispered as he moved closer to you. “That’s what me, and our
boys, are here for. To help ya through the tough days. To make them… better.”
“He’s right, Y/N,” Hercules added from where he was sitting.
“You should’ve told us.”
“I didn’t want to make you sad b-b-because all of you are
always so happy and I-I didn’t want to be the one to ruin it,” you sobbed
weakly. “I’m sorry. I’m so, s-s-so sorry, I didn’t want to make you sad…”
“Y/N,” Lafayette began, “you… never have to apologize. And
you never have to feel like… like you can’t come to us. We want you to come to
us, okay? I would rather sop up your tears and hold you in my arms until you
fall asleep than watch TV and be perfectly happy without knowing you’re upset.
You’re more important than my happiness. Your
happiness is more important than my happiness. Okay?”
“Don’t keep a secret like this from us in the future, okay?”
Hercules told you.
You sniffled and wiped your nose with your wrist. “Okay.”
Lafayette pressed a kiss against your forehead, patting your
bum, and lifted you off of him carefully. You watched as he untangled himself
from the sheets of the bed, walk unsteadily across it, and jump onto the carpet
beneath. “I’m going to make you dinner, ma
beauté,” he told you. “Hercules and I are going to make you dinner.”
“What abo –“
“Stay here and keep her company while we cook, babe,”
Hercules said as he cut John off. “Calm her down. Give her a massage or
John chuckled slightly and reached out his arms, grabbing
you and pulling you towards him. “Do you want me to give ya a massage, baby?”
John questioned, pressing a kiss against your temple.
“I wanna sleep,” you told John as you yawned.
“Before ya sleep, we should take off your clothes,” John
whispered in your ear as Lafayette and Hercules turned off the lights and shut
the door. “Can I take off your shirt, Y/N?”
“Yes please, John,” you told him. You felt small, like John
could swaddle you up in his arms like a baby. But you felt happy. Safe. The
boys always had a way of making you feel better – you needed to remember that
next time you felt like this. They would always be around for you whenever you
needed them. “And then we can sleep.”
“And then we can sleep.”
You couldn’t sleep later that night, it turned out, but for
the first time in a long while, your insomnia didn’t fill you with a sense of
dread. Your eyes had just closed when you heard your phone ding with Alexander’s
familiar notification. He was on a work trip, and you… hadn’t realized how much
you wanted to talk to him until now. You missed him so much. Your heart ached.
It was a different ache than it had been before, though, and it felt somewhat
refreshing. But sad, too. You slid out from bed and padded over to where your
phone was plugged.
Hey, sweetie, I love
you and I just got Laf’s text. I’m sorry you had a tough day and that you’ve
been having tough days. Call me or text me if you need to talk again, okay?
Doesn’t matter the time difference. I’m here if you need me, and I’ll be home
Please come home soon.
I will, sweetie. I
love you so much. Get some sleep.
You smiled, shut your phone off, and sleepily found your way
back into bed.
Yes, today was a tough day, and yes, you were going to have
a lot of tough days in the future…
But at least your boys would be with you for all of them.
everyone, seems like the 100 is really back now as the show finally hit its
first big controversial act of the season: Monty’s name is not on the list!
(*dramatic music ensues, 10 shocked emojis*)
that, here comes also one of my first real metas of the season. But before I
give away not only my opinion, but what I see as what the writers intend to do
(something people tend to ignore completely), let me see that this is a
pre-mortem analysis. The truth us: I think it’s ridiculous and useless to start
a fandom fight, go tweet the writers badmouthing their houses and their dogs
when we didn’t even see the episode, or Clarke’s (and Bellamy’s) reasons.
without defense sounds fair to you?)
At this point
we can only guess Clarke’s reasoning by trying to see her situation as broadly
as possible. So here are the facts (take your emotions and throw them in the
trash, they are not needed for now, look at the facts):
Today was definitely a bit more challenging. I was in the new lane and one of the other faster swimmers from that lane was with us today She really kept Jon and I on our toes, that is for sure. But we hit all of our times and got it done and I am thrilled about that! I did breast as my “stroke” when alternating with free and we were moving. Then during the 2x200 kick sets near the end, Barb even had me racing her to push me. She is moving away to Georgia next week, and has always been so nice and supportive since I joined the team. This was my first time ever getting to share a lane with her and I am really glad I had this chance before she is gone!
In other news, my Dad is back in the hospital again. They found blood clots in one of his legs, and he likely has one or more in the other but its so painful to touch right now they could not press enough with the ultrasound to find them. He also started acting spacey because his med levels then get off and so on and so on. It’s such a mess really because he is in such poor shape and just way to young to be like this. I try and always use it as a reminder of why keeping myself active and doing my best with food (even if I slip up way more than I should) is still at least giving me a fighting chance to not end up in the condition he is in someday. I sure hope what I am doing is enough - I am such a different person than him in so many ways, but I do have some of the genetic issues he has with my legs so I am always fearfull. You hate to use someone else s bad situation as your motivation but i have to use the cards dealt me to make the best hand I can for myself right?
In other, other news - I got the critique of the latest assignment in my illustration course and it was once again really good feedback and talked about how professional my work is coming across etc. That really gives me hope that I am doing exactly what I am supposed to be doing in life and to keep making these sacrifices until the big opportunities come along (which I am actively trying to put myself out there for in many different ways FYI).
That about wraps up the past day or so, onto the workout details:
It’s from The Rose of Versailles! It’s an anime from the late 70′s that’s set in France during Marie Antoinette’s time, so it’s got a lot of the humorous classic vintage anime cliche animation tropes such as shimmery eyes and sparkly floating tears, but all in all still a really fantastic show.
In all seriousness, it was the first anime to make me cry as an adult. I literally had to pause the video and just cry for like 10 minutes, and not just the one time, either! There were lots of really emotional moments!
Also, Lady Oscar was a badass, if you’ll pardon my French (HYUK HYUK HYUK, because France XD) and was always the “knight in shining armor” of the damsel in distress trope that was so common during its time.
You were always one for routine. You liked its stability and the security of knowing what you had planned for the day. You woke up, went to work at a local coffee shop, then went home. You occasionally went out with friends. Your life was simple, but it was enough.
The smell of ground coffee and its rich smell when it was roasted always made you feel at ease. You helped break people out of their sleepy slumber with a simple elixir made by hand. You lured customers in with the promise of caffeine like a siren lured sailors in closer while they were out at sea.
A/N: So I was never going to post this but then I was like, why the hell not? It’s messy, it’s weird, but I actually like it, so here you go. Ignore that it’s way past Christmas okay I don’t care. Anyways, enjoy. This is my attempt at being funny.
I'm new in here and I just feel confused about the Robbie Rotten smut, like, its not unwelcome but what the hell?!
@mysticmessengervibes is a slut for Robbie Rotten and well I was on hardcore meds and it makes me loopy and one day I decided to write something while I’m in my loopy state and she was the fucking first one to comment to write Robbie Rotten smut and well after weeks of saying no I finally said yes. So on my last day of taking meds, I took extra to make sure I was really loopy, and I woke up the next morning to find a one shot of Robbie X Ellie smut 😂
ngl that immortal silver fic sounds so cool tbh!!!!!!!!
THANK YOU i actually really like it, I’ve only got about ten pages of it, but I can’t figure out how to move it along because i overthink EVERYTHING. That’s obviously supposed to be Silver’s first scene in canon and like, i really don’t want to rewrite the whole fucking show with this one thing different but i’m IMPOSSIBLE so i would inevitably do that bgjkfsdgjhfdjgsdhghds i need to sit down one day and figure it out for real.
I think just a few scenes from canon that would directly changed by this but then I feel like silver’s whole BEING would be altered if he could do things without the fear of dying from them, which would, i think, change his every move in s1 so idk idk
see, i told you, i need a foghorn to go off in my brain every time i overthink something i’m trying to write, except it would go off CONSTANTLY
This AU is based around the lives of the “Killjoys”, a group
of rebellious rogues living in a post-apocalyptic Seoul.
The Killjoys are a group of outlaws who are fighting against the evil
corporation Better Living Industries (BL/ind.) and its various
“Draculoids” and executors, such as Korse.
I was awakened by a loud noise, something like a school bell. After a while I heard a very familiar female voice. -Hey, wake up! You have one hour to get ready. Your first class is in the hall downstairs. Come one!!- She said briskly I
opened my eyes, muttering something. I got up slowly, looking around
me. My room wasn’t very big, but bright and clean. Just enough space for
two people. Jungkook dragged himself from his bed, tiresomely opening his suitcase and taking some clothes from it. -Im
going first to the bathroom, ok?- He wasn’t really waiting for me to
answer. I brushed my hair with my fingers, making even bigger mess on my
head. I went to the window, pulling the blinds. I opened the balcony
door and I went outside. I felt dry and crispy air. I leaned against the
railing, looking at view in front of me. Maybe we were on the desert,
but there were a lot of plants (trees, flowers, shrubs, grass). My eyes
caught disputes pool and sunbeds,tables with chairs, large stone grill
around it. However, there was a designated area for volleyball and
football. It felt like a holiday resort by the sea. On the left and on
the right side stretched balconies. Tae and Y/N had a room on the right
side from us. -Jimin, we must go now. We still need to eat
something.- My brother said with a big smile on his face. Its not like I
need to go to bathroom too… It is a Time to start a new life All
‘students’ were standing next to a big doors. We hoped that we came to
the right place. Nobody here was eager to explain anything to us .
Exactly when the clock struck nine, the door opened. We saw a well known
blond lady, she was wearing bright pink t-shirt and ripped, skinny
jeans. -Hello, you can come inside- She said happily as she went
straight to her desk- First of all, you have to choose a partner with
whom you will be sit- she continued- BUT, You cant sit with you room-mate- class became quite again- Stop looking at me like than, you
need know each other better. Come one, I do not have all day- I looked
around me How Im going to choose a partner when I dont know people here… -Jungkook… -Tea…- Great, even my brother found partner. Wait…How could I forgot about Taehyung and his sister? -Hey Jimin, do you want to be my partner?- That voice…so beautiful… It took me a while to realized that was Y/N. -Yeah…Sure- Just dont do anything stupid -Great- did she just smirked at me? -Hello
everybody- Stella said to us, again…- My name is Toxic Poison-
Everybody were surprised, including me- And no, this is not my real
name. This is a nickname- no shit Sherlock- You need to choose a
nickname for you. You must forget you real name- She looked at us
sternly. No one dared to speak. She wasn’t joking. -For your safety, and
for safety of you family -How forgetting our name is going to help?- The girl with dark-red hair asked shyly. From what I associate, her name was Minji. Shit. We have to forget our names -Better
Living is dangerous place, but government is even more dangerous- Toxic
Poison explained, walking around us.Everybody were looking at her- If
they will find out your identity,they might arrest your families or…even
kill them- She stopped for a second- Thats why you need your nicknames.
Something short and catchy, easy to remember. Understood? - Everybody
were quite, listening her carefully- I asked about something.
Understood? -Yes!!- Everybody said at the same time. 90% of people here, looked like a typical punks. Born to fight against government. -Good…tomorrow,
you have to come in with you new name-She looked around the room with
warmer look that before.-And now, please tell me…How do you understand
words ‘Art is weapon’?- Art is weapon? I thought. Suddenly I
remembered that I saw this slogan over the main entrance. I raised my
hand shyly, feeling the startled eyes of Stella and a few other people. -Yes?- -I
think…word ‘weapon’ is a…a metaphor.- I said slowly- Better living have
their 'perfect system’, exactly how they want. Everything is
monotonous. Even their uniforms are the same. They are white without
any dirt on it. Art is an opposite of it. Expressing of your feelings,
using your imagination, do not caring about the opinion of others…- I
shrugged my shoulders- It might be use an a weapon against BL. At least
I think so. - Toxic smiled and me widely -Thats right Jimin- I
looked at her with a surprise- What? You should believe in yourself
more- She laughed- Coming back to the art, thats why we asked you to
bring with you things related to arts…Please develop your skills in your
free time. You have to have a lot of imagination to fight against the
Better Living. -So we are going to fight?- Boy with green hair asked, narrowing his eyes -Some
of you…yes- Toxic said looking at all of us- We will selecting you
according to your your results, performance and behavior. I should take
couple of weeks. Exercises, theoretical lessons, practical lessons…- We
all straightened up, hearing about the “practical lessons.” The girl with dark blue hair raised her hand -Yes?- -why were we chosen?- that was a good question. I was thinking about it couple of times-First
of all, we were looking for teenagers which could come here without
arousing suspicion- Toxic immediately explained. I think she was ready
to give an answer to every question- But we could take everybody. I
know i might sound weird, but we know about you more that you can
expect- She smiled mysteriously and I felt anxiety.- We looked also at
your assessment and behaviour, but in the school they have a different
appreciation than here. We need a rebellious people who want to re-build
the old system and who are not afraid of danger. -Apparently we will
have here a normal lessons here- said the blue haired boy, probably
Brandon. - If I will have insufficient assessment of maths, you are
going to punish me by making me to write 100 times 'I will be a better
student’?- he mocked. Toxic did not seem to be surprise about his
comment. -No, it would be a waste of time. You wont write a single
word. - she said, smiling at him- The punishment for unacceptable behaviour, or very bad academic results will be, for example…-she
wondered- Taking away a laser gun, ban on driving, ban going out on a
mission…- She began to exchange. All were silent, looking at her. Her coral lips twitched into a smile again. -Before
I will let you go, I want to raise another topic concerning art. Jimin
come here.- She looked in my direction. Surprised, I got up from the
place and went to her, standing in front of all gathered.- This clothes-
She pointed at my black clothes- Are unaccepted -Excuse me?- I asked, slightly confused. Why she is doing this to me… -'Art
is a weapon’, Jimin- She said slowly and distinctly, later bursting
into laughter.- You have to be dressed colourfully. I hope this is note a
problem for you-We all looked at each other smiling foolishly-We have a
few types of hair dyes, some different materials, sewing machines. You
will find something for you. The basics are explained, the rest of the
day you have free. If you have questions, come to me. In the meantime,
look around the centre. Of course you can enjoy all the attractions:
swimming, volleyball, football, everything what you will find. The whole
area is at your disposal. You can go now.- People started to get up
from their places- I’ll see you tomorrow, in front of the main entrance,
also at nine. Your homework is to work on the style and come up with a
nickname- She smiled at us widely- Have a nice day, Killjoys.-What
do you think about all of it?- Y/N asked few hours later, when we were
all sitting in the canteen, lazily taking food out of cans. BL
controlled even what we were eating. Idiots.- These guns sound … wow.
Amazing…- She said appreciatively. Some hair agreed with her, nodding. I
leaned back in my chair, crossing my legs. -I don’t know..- I said doubtfully- Guns … I do not think they give us real guns…- -
And why not?- Brandon asked, looking at me like an idiot.- We have to
fight with them. We are not going to beat them by showing them our
drawing or playing guitar- He laughed -Stop- I snapped- You would be able to kill a man? -Draculoids are not people, and you know that- Tae said- But I agree with you, it is easy to kill anyone. -It
sounds to me more and more like a fucking, suicide mission- I heard
Kookie who was sitting next to Taehyung- The longer im here, the more I
gain certainty that he would never return home. -You are right…-
Minji murmured- Better Living probably soon will know all about us
and…they might kill us…Thats got it will end- She throw her legs on the
table- But I’m staying here anyway- She said with determined voice- I
have no home to go back. They killed my family… -Minji…- Y/N spoke gently, after a while of silence. -Shhhh,
I just want you to know that Better Living kills people- She looked at
us seriously and then he stared at me- So yes, Jimin, I think I’d be
able to kill Draculoid -If you put it that way…-I murmured -YESSS!!!- Eunji scream with Joohyun- We will Destroy Better Living, they have no chance with us!! Will kill Korse? -YESS!!!- Everybody were busy screaming some random slogan. Only me and Y/N we quiet.
I need to hurry up and finish writing this next Pirate AU chapter because for the first time in a while I have a COOL spoiler as opposed to just sad/painful ones and I’m sure people are like “I’ll believe that when I see it, Katie” but it’s TRUE.
do you ever feel like no one likes you or they are just pretending to like you ;-; i feel like this a lot
YES ALL THE TIME ;;
idk i feel so very insecure and i feel like people are just using me or judging me whenever i do things and i get paranoid and just ugh i felt like this today bc i dont really have any really close friends whom i can tell my deepest secrets sighs
like no one really talks to me irl and i have like maybe 3 friends and likes lots of people look down on me bc i dont really express my real thoughts and feelings out loud and so im just a nobody to them and they feel like its ok to take advantage of me etc etc i hope i can start to stand up for myself like people always push in like they didnt see me or something and it really annoys me because i was patiently waiting there first. Sorry just ranted but i rjdbsisbsisb