#rbf in full swing
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New pet peeve unlocked:
When someone is perfectly capable of finding the answer to a question, they have all the tools and knowledge to figure it out, and doing so would take minimal thought, time, and effort...
But they still ask, because they're too lazy.
Like the physical therapist asking me if I've blocked off his schedule for a lunch meeting in a few weeks. BRUH. You can look at your own damn schedule and find out. I know you know how to do it, because you always ask me questions about patients on your schedule, you look ahead frequently, so why the fuck can't you look for the answer yourself?!
...I just can't today. THANK GOD it's a short week.
#work problems#i'm cranky#rbf in full swing#can't wait for the long weekend#and for march#because the therapist is retiring in march#bring it on
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I don’t know how to tl;dr this but I guess it falls into the First Aid being accepted as One Of Them category? I dunno, they’re on my mind now but anyway. You know when you like walk into a room or walk into work or something and specific people you get to know/like are like “heyyyy [name]!” Or “Good morning/afternoon [name]!” Because that’s what I’m going for.
Onslaught secretly really likes First Aid but is not about to let that information slip. Every time he sees First Aid or catches his gaze/makes eye contact he says hi or something. Every time. Follows it up with “I think we need…” or “The kids want you to…” to keep things discreet but like, you can tell. You can tell he’s fond.
Brawl is probably a little less standoffish about the whole situation. I mean, they all live under the same roof now, right? Starts out calling First Aid doc because he can’t for the life of him remember Aid’s name, ends up using the nickname as an affectionate and endearing term. Every time First Aid walks into the kitchen for a snack or stumbles into the hallway after a long night of restless sleep, Brawl greets him without fail. There’s a smile, small nod of the head, a “morning, doc” or a “hey, doc” depending on the time.
Blast Off definitely takes some warming up to do, but after a good six weeks of sharing the same space, he starts getting a little adventurous. At first, it’s just strained smiles every time they pass each other going in opposite directions, and Blast Off usually doesn’t go out of his way to say anything to First Aid if they aren’t standing directly in front of each other. Give it a few more weeks and the forced smiles become more relaxed, sometimes he even slips in a “hey” or a “good morning” here and there. You can tell he sort of likes First Aid, but it’s like dealing with a wild animal—you just can’t figure out who’s supposed to be the animal and who’s the human.
I don’t think Vortex even needs an explanation. Really, there IS no avoiding him, so good luck. First Aid isn’t running into Vortex in the middle of the kitchen after struggling to stay awake long enough to brew some coffee. Vortex is the one sitting on the edge of the mattress or sitting on the floor next to him or perched on the coffee table across from the couch. Either way, he’s THERE and he’s AWAKE and he’s like hell yeah, my favorite person in the whole world is also awake! Doesn’t bother with greetings half the time, just goes into some full-fledged conversation about god knows what. There is no predicting just what might come out of his mouth on any given day, you just gotta roll with it. Really, the best he’s ever done is “Hey, Aid, I was thinking…” but even that’s a stretch.
I think Swindle’s sort of a funny one because he could be throwing pots into the sink and storming around the kitchen, RBF in full swing, and suddenly First Aid appears in the room and he’s like “heyyy!! There’s our medic! 😊” and it’s kind of bizarre. Vortex is fond of calling him out on it, mostly to complain that Swindle is NEVER that nice to him in the mornings, but Swindle just snaps at him for the umpteenth time and Vortex goes back to sulking over it. Well, sort of. The sulking lasts all of three seconds. All to say Swindle can be a really nasty housemate in the mornings but he is not about to take it out on poor First Aid. Nah, that’s only reserved for Vortex his siblings.
I tried to make these sooort of equal in length and effort but I feel like Onslaught lost in that regard. I mean, he was the first one I did, but like… eh, I dunno. I’m sure he’ll come to terms with it.
—@robot-zombies
Digs this out before I forget. I feel like talking abt swindle now so we will talk about him vs Vortex re: first aid
Swindle understands the value in having a doctor. Sure, first aid was a pediatric doctor, and mostly dealt with hospital based patients, not even outpatient family practice stuff, but… he’s skilled. And he’s a doctor. So Swindle plays nice, acts nice, leans in to the charisma and the disarming charm to make First Aid ‘feel safe’. To keep him around. And First Aid isn’t stupid, he knows Swindle is putting on some amount of an act, but he doesn’t know the sheer depth of it. Swindle really purely sees First Aid as an investment, a client he has to keep no matter what, so he puts on his big boy pants and works AROUND what his brothers say and do, to make First Aid stay.
But the flattery and the kindness and all that stuff, it doesn’t matter. First Aid doesn’t care, and doesn’t like it at all, especially when it’s insincere. It makes him (rightly so) feel like a prime supermarket meat. No, what First Aid actually likes is- Vortex.
And it’s weird! Vortex is weird! He’s creepy at times, then entirely earnest. Honest. He says things that First Aid sometimes thinks in the back of his mind. Then he says things First Aid recoils at. And yet, it’s Vortex that First Aid is closest to, and cares most for, and trusts most. When Vortex decides to spend an hour manually crushing fruit to make juice, because he heard First Aid mention it, that’s because Vortex likes First Aid. And it’s a hassle and he moans the entire time, but then he slams the glass down and grins and has the stupidest shit eating expression.
When Swindle does the same thing, it’s artificial. And that’s not a bad thing; he isn’t being cruel, he doesn’t secretly hate First Aid, he just… doesn’t really feel strongly about him, on a personal level. But he knows on a survival level that they deeply need First Aid, so he will smile and juice some fruit, and offer it to First Aid with some deflection of, “I was making some too and figured you’d want some.” And First Aid will accept but he Knows.
He’d like Swindle more if he just stopped with.. All of that. And eventually he will.
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Heartbeat|| Smallville!Clark Kent x reader
summary: you’ve been feeling a bit under the weather lately, however you thought nothing of it. until one day you’re sitting in Clark’s office at the daily planet when your superhuman husband hears a heartbeat, and it doesn’t belong to you…
pairing: smallville!clark kent x reader
warnings: pregnant reader and lots of fluff
“Y/n, I need you to write this article for me about- hey are you okay?”
You lifted your head off of your desk, rubbing your face with your hands. You took a deep breath, opening your eyes. You were greeted by a frowning Lois Lane.
You smiled softly, “Yeah, I’m okay.”
She placed the folder in her hands on your desk. “Well you don’t look okay.”
“It’s just a headache, Lois.”
She nodded, “Alright. Well, if you need anything, you know where to find me.”
You smiled, “Thank you.”
She returned the smile before walking back to her desk. You sighed, rubbing your aching temples. You’ve felt absolutely awful for the past week. Between the headaches, mood swings, constant nausea—especially in the morning, and sore boobs, you’ve felt miserable. You brushed it off as PMS symptoms since you were expecting to get your monthly period soon.
As you were looking through the folder full of information for the article Lois had brought you, you noticed someone had placed a coffee down on your desk. You moved your attention from the folder to whoever brought you the coffee.
“Well thank you Mr. Kent.”
“You’re welcome Mrs. Kent.” Your husband replied, his beautiful smile widening across his face.
“Lois told me you had a headache, so I thought i’d bring you some coffee. Figured caffeine might help.”
You smiled, “Have you ever been told that you’re the best husband ever?”
Clark shrugged, “A few times,” he smiled, “but I thought she was kidding.”
“Well she must be crazy if she’s kidding.”
You puckered your lips up at him, he chuckled as he leaned down to plant a sweet kiss to your lips.
“Thank you for the coffee, my love.”
He stroked your cheek softly, “You’re welcome. Hopefully it’ll help your head. I’ll see you later, sweetheart.”
You wave goodbye as he walked back into his office. You looked at the coffee cup, hesitantly picking it up. You weren’t sure why, but something inside of you told you not to drink the coffee.
“If you’re not gonna drink that, I will.” Lois chuckled, sitting down on the edge of your desk.
You sighed, “I want to, it’s just something is telling me I shouldn’t.”
“Hey, don’t count calories sweetie. You and Smallville have been married for what, a year now? You don’t have to worry about fitting into your wedding dress anymore. Drink all the coffee you want.”
You nodded, laughing lightly, “That’s not why. Then again, I’m not a hundred percent sure why though.
Lois chuckled, crossing her arms, “I’m sure it won’t hurt, just try it. It might help your head, you could be caffeine deprived.”
Lois had a point. You always did feel off when you hadn’t had any caffeine throughout the day. You picked up the coffee and took a sip of the hot liquid. It was your favorite, a Y/F/C/B (your favorite coffee beverage lol).
As soon as you swallowed your coffee, you felt the urge for it to come right back up. You placed the cup down on your desk as your hands flew over your mouth. You bolted up out of your chair and ran to the bathroom. Lois frowned, following you into the bathroom. You instantly threw yourself toward the toilet, throwing up the little contests left in your stomach. Lois held your hair back and rubbed your back as you threw up.
“Jeez, Y/n. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re pregnant.”
You groaned into the bowl, spitting out your saliva.
“Very funny Lois.”
She chuckled, “I’m just saying. I’ve heard some stories…plus have you seen your husband? I mean you could just look at him and get pregnant!”
There was no way you were pregnant.
You lifted your head from the bowl and gave Lois your best RBF.
“Sorry.” She grimaced.
“It’s okay. You do have a point…” you trailed off, biting your lip as you thought about Clark.
You were one lucky lady…in more ways than one ;)
Lois let go of you hair and stood up. She put her hands on her hips as she watched you stand up to look at yourself in the mirror. She gently placed a hand on your shoulder, giving you a sympathetic smile.
“Are you okay?”
You nodded, “Yeah, Im okay now. I think I might just have a bug or something. That coffee was just the cherry on top that made my body have enough of whatever is going on.”
“Okay,” she nodded, “Well, I’m going to go get you some water. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”
You smiled, “Thank you Lois.”
“Of course.”
Lois walked out of the bathroom, leaving you alone. She walked down the hallway towards the main room of the Daily Planet where all the desks were. As she walked into the main room, she ran right into Clark Kent himself.
“Woah, sorry about that Clark.”
“It’s alright,” he smiled. His smile quickly turned into a look of confusion though, “Hey, have you seen Y/n anywhere?”
“I’m actually getting water for her right now.” Lois spoke walking towards a mini fridge that sat near her desk that was full of bottled water.
“Okay? Well, where is she?” Clark asked.
“The bathroom.”
“Is she okay? Why does she need water-.”
Lois sighed heavily, placing a hand on the worrisome mans shoulder, “Don’t worry Smallville, she is now. She was throwing up though.”
“Throwing up!?” Clark’s expression grew even more worried.
Lois just chuckled as she walked back down the hallway back towards the bathroom. Clark followed right behind her. Once Lois reached the door she turned to face Clark.
She sighed, “Did you not hear what I said? She’s okay now.”
Clark gulped, his face still full of worry.
Lois rolled her eyes, “Stop worrying so much, Clark. She’s a human. She gets sick, it happens. Come on, you know that. Haven’t you had a little stomach bug before?”
Clark went to speak but he quickly closed his mouth. He never had a “little stomach bug” before. Kryptonians don’t get sick like humans do.
Lois smiled smugly, “Thought so. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to give this water to your wife. I’m sure she desperately needs it.”
Clark nodded, “Okay.” Before Lois could walk into the bathroom, Clark stopped her.
“By the way, could you tell her to see me in my office when she’s up to it, please?
“Sure thing, Kent.”
Clark smiled softly, “Thanks Lois.”
She smiled at him before disappearing behind the bathroom door. Clark sighed in defeat, walking back to his office. Even with Lois’ reassurance, he was still worried about you. While you do get sick, it’s not often that you’re sick for as long as you have been.
Lois walked back into the bathroom handing you the bottle of water. You smiled taking it from her. As soon as you had the water in your hand, you screwed the top off and took a swig, swishing it around in your mouth to rid your taste buds of the lingering taste of vomit. Once you spit the water out, you took a sip, careful not to drink too much.
“Sorry it took so long, your husband stopped me in the hall.”
“It’s alright, don’t apologize.” You smiled.
“Speaking of your husband, Clark is worried sick about you. He told me to ask you to come see him in his office when you’re feeling better.”
You frowned. It pained you knowing your sweet husband was so concerned about you and your health.
“I’ll go see him right now.” You smiled. You gave Lois a quick hug before walking out of the bathroom.
“Have fun in there Y/n, but not too much fun!” She called out as you walked down the hall.
You laughed, “Cant make any promises!”
You rubbed your hands on your skirt as you got closer to the office marked CLARK KENT. You knocked on the door, waiting for Clark’s approval for you to come into his office.
“Come in!” He called.
You turned the knob and walked into his office, greeting him with a smile.
“Mr. Kent. I heard you wanted to see me.”
He cleared his throat, “Ah, Mrs. Kent. Yes I did.”
You locked the door and walked over to his desk. He stood from his chair and walked around from behind his desk. As soon as he got close enough, he wrapped his arms around you, softly rubbing your back. You laid your head against his chest, humming at the comfort and familiarity that was Clark’s muscular middle.
He pulled away, holding your hands in his. His brows furrowed with worry.
“Lois told me you got sick.”
“I did, but i’m okay now. Don’t worry about me, Clark.”
You gently stroked his cheek. He blushed at the gesture. Even though you and Clark have been together for many years, you’re still able to make him flustered.
“I think it’s just a little bug, that’s all.” You reassured him.
He nodded, “Okay. Hopefully you’ll feel better soon. I hate to see you sick.” He frowned, rubbing the top of your hand with his thumb.
He let go of your hands and pulled a chair over to the front of his desk for you to sit in. You smiled at him and sat down in the chair. He walked back over to his and sat down. Clark could sense that something seemed a bit off in the room. However, he couldn’t quite figure out what it was.
“So,” you breathed out, “any new interesting articles?”
Clark shook his head, picking up a folder, “Not really. Just this,” he read off the headline of an article, “Locals share their favorite activities to do in Metropolis.”
You laughed, “Oh wow, so interesting!”
Clark chuckled, “Very.”
You and Clark both smiled. You had an idea for an article pop into your head just then, so you decided to tell Clark about what you had in mind. As you were talking, your superhuman husband was too busy trying to figure out what was throwing the vibe in the room off. It wasn’t that it was bad, it was just different. He did, however, make sure to nod along and make little comments about what you seemed to be so enthused about. Clark tuned out your voice for just a bit so he could focus and use his super-hearing ability. He wanted to make sure there was nothing in the room that could harm you, or that there was nothing wrong with you.
Clark could hear the sound of people outside of his office talking, Chloe stapling papers, a man talking on the phone, and Lois smacking her bubble gum. He had to focus even harder to hear what was going on inside of his office only. He had tuned you out completely now, but you were too occupied to notice at the moment. Once Clark was focused enough, he could hear the sound of his clock ticking as each second passed, his printer clicking as it stayed on, and his favorite sound in the world, your heartbeat.
Your heartbeat sounded perfectly normal to him. Just as Clark was about to “turn off” his super-hearing and focus on you, another sound caught his attention. It was the same whooshing sound of your heartbeat, only faster and a bit quieter. He furrowed his brows in confusion. You must have noticed him.
“Clark, what’s wrong?”
He held his hand up, signaling for you to be quiet, “Just wait, Y/n/n.”
You cocked your head to the side, confusion and worry spreading across your face as Clark’s face contorted into a look of concentration. It was then that you realized he was using his super-hearing. For what exactly? You had no idea.
Clark heard your heartbeat first, then the second heartbeat like sound filled his ear. He focused for a bit, trying to figure out what in his office could mimic the sound of a human heartbeat. After listening to the sound for a few seconds, he soon realized the second heartbeat was coming from you. He shook himself out of his concentration, looking at his wife.
“What is it Clark?”
He shook his head, “I-I don’t know. It almost sounds like there’s another heartbeat in the room?”
You giggled, “Well, I mean, humans do have heartbeats so…”
“This was different. It was a lot faster, but quieter. It was also coming from you.”
“I don’t, I don’t understand?”
“Maybe it’s crazy, but I swear I heard two heartbeats coming from inside of you.” Clark said, sounding unsure of himself.
You’re face went pale as you felt your heart drop to your stomach. There was no way…Well, maybe there was. Okay, there definitely was a chance you could be pregnant.
You gulped, “Clark?”
He hummed.
“Can I see your calendar real quick?”
He nodded, taking the calendar off of his wall and handing it to you. Your eyes scanned over the dates on the calendar. You made a mental note each month when you were supposed to get your period, and sure enough, you were four days late. It all makes sense now. The nausea and vomiting, headaches, sore boobs, sensitive smell, late period, and a second heartbeat, weren’t symptoms of a bug, but a baby.
You were pregnant with Clark’s child. You felt tears well up in your eyes at the thought.
“Y/n? Are you alright?” Clark asked, standing up from his chair and kneeling in front of you.
You nodded, giving Clark a teary smile, “I am more than alright.”
“Then why are you crying, beautiful?”
You sniffled and grabbed his large hand, holding it in yours. You tried to say something to him, but no words would come out of your mouth. You gently placed his hand on your tummy. You put both of your hands over his hand, a smile on your face. You watched as a smile of realization grew on Clark’s face. He wanted to see for himself that you were indeed pregnant before saying anything. Clark used his x-ray vision and sure enough, there was a very tiny baby growing inside of you. Clark’s eyes grew watery as he grinned at you.
“We’re having a baby.”
You nodded vigorously, excitement and nerves flowing through your body. “Yes Clark. We’re having a baby.”
He stood from the ground, gently pulling you out of the chair you sat in. He pulled you into his embrace and squeezed you gently, so that he wouldn’t hurt you or the baby. Your grins never leaving your faces as you hugged each other. Clark pulled away, putting his forehead against yours.
“I love you, Y/n.” He kissed your forehead, “so much. Thank you for everything you have given me.He looked down at his hand, a smile on his face as he thought about the baby. You and Clark had talked about kids in the past, but you two didn’t think anything would happen since you’re biologically a human and he’s, well, he’s biologically an alien. But in your eyes, Clark Kent was a human.
You smiled, giving him a peck on the lips, “I love you too, Clark. I should be the one thanking you though. Without you I wouldn’t have this.” You held up your left hand, showing him your beautiful, diamond wedding ring. “And I certainly wouldn’t have,” you grabbed his hand, placing it on your still flat stomach, “this.”
Clark smiled warmly at you.
“This is wonderful, Y/n.”
“It is isn’t it? I never thought we’d have kids Clark.”
He shook his head, “Me neither, but I’m so glad we are. My mom will be so excited.”
You laughed, “Yes she will. You know who else will be excited?”
He hummed.
“Lois.” You smiled.
Clark rolled his eyes, chuckling, “Oh great, I cant wait to hear the amount of Smallville jokes that will come out of her mouth.”
You laughed, knowing Clark was right. Lois always had a sarcastic comment to make, especially when it came to Clark. You and Clark just stood there in each other’s arms until Clark kneeled down in front of you so he was eye level with your stomach. He placed his hands on either side of your hips, and looked up at you with a warm smile before directing his attention back to your baby.
“Hi baby Kent, it’s your daddy. I’m sure you can’t hear me yet, you’re still pretty tiny. But who knows? If you have some of my powers then maybe you can hear me. I just wanted to let you know that your mom and I are so excited, and we can’t wait to meet you. I love you.” He kissed your tummy softly before standing up from his kneeling position.
“And I love you.” he smiled, kissing your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed him back.
Yours and Clark’s life is going to change forever in about 8 months, but you both couldn’t wait to start this new chapter in your lives.
A/N: hi everyone!! just wanted to say thank you so much for all the love and support you’ve shown me on my imagines!! it is GREATLY appreciated<3 i’ll be posting some more clark kent (smallville of course) imagines in the near future, so stay tuned! i have so many ideas for him lol. also, as you have most likely realized, i’m not much of a multi-fandom writer anymore, so i apologize. smallville is my current obsession, plus, there is not enough smallville/tom wellings clark kent imagines on this app, so i thought i’d write some :) if you’re reading this, i hope you are doing well<3
#clark kent imagines#clark kent#smallville#tom welling#clark kent x reader#imagines#smallville x reader#smallville clark kent
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Ok🙃 excuse me then, I would like to request a matchup if possible…
female (she/her), straight, Libra, neutral evil, 4w5,
-Appearance: 5’4, long dark brown curly hair, brown eyes; one of em is a lighter brown, wears glasses, dimples, toffee skin tone, hourglass/pear figure, a bit chubby, an insomniac
-Personality: I look unapproachable(rbf) but I’m pretty awkward when I first talk to people. A ‘go with the flow’ type of person. I sometimes come across as rude (I don’t mean it most of the time), I have difficulty apologizing and feel so guilty about it. quick to get irritated (major mood swings), I’m book smart but kind of lack common sense; also oblivious to my surroundings. I’m really a shy person and a caretaker to my loved ones(gift giving and acts of service are my love language)
-Hobbies/likes: I like energy drinks and dark chocolate, reading, cooking/baking and painting.(actually in a fine arts school right now). I love anything horror.
Overall I like people who are a bit possessive (makes me feel valuable) and want someone to take care of me as I do them. Sorry if it’s long. Thank you 🙏 , love your writing. Stay healthy, happy, and safe love~
oki
I match you with:
Billy Loomis
First met you in a videotape store, was immediately drawn to you since you were in the horror isle(or that you were the only person in the isle).
Asks you what your favorite scary movie is, which leads to you having a conversation with him about The Exorcist.
At the end of the conversation he asks you for your number(I'm gonna assume you said yes)
Once he gets to know you through hanging out and stalking, he learns how much he loves watching you bake and how you can talk about books and movies you've watched/read for hours.
Gets amused when someone gets intimidated by your rbf.
Calls you whenever you can't sleep and will talk to you till dawn.
Once left a bag full of energy drinks chocolate and a book he thought you might like outside you window when you were sad.
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yandere oc | garnet román
yandere oc intro !
note; this is the last of 4 yandere oc's I'll be introducing. i take requests for all of them and will answer any questions asked. i tried to give just the basic info so nothing in this is too long. I wanna explain more of him through scenarios :)
WARNING(S): Obsessive behavior, mental illness, bipolar disorder, bipolar episodes, abusive themes, mentions of kidnapping and other sensitive topics
general.
full name: garnet rio emmel román
nicknames: garny, romey
age: 23
gender: male/he/him
height: 5'11"
hair: brown
eyes: brown
occupation: free-lance photographer
likes: sleeping, photography, art (painting), reading, jewelry, candles, animals, loud music, watching his darling
dislikes: feelings, being late, his landlord, reading, cleaning, pressure
personality: garnet is a financially poor, bipolar young man who struggles with both his career and his emotions. he has some severe mood swings at times, due to the lack of medication he takes, but is able to calm himself down by taking naps. he can be outwardly intimidating or aggressive, but it's not often intentional.
abt. yandere.
yandere type: stalker, obsessive
garny is a stalker through and through, he knows his darling long before they know him
it's not that he's shy, it's just that he's insecure he doesn't seem so
his mental disorder adding to his obsession can get extremely stressful, inducing breakdowns and manic episodes
he'd never approach or speak to his darling, preferring to simply watch them from afar
after an episode or a breakdown, he'd go and watch them as a coping mechanism
all he really wants: comfort
kidnapping his darling is honestly a freak accident: he does it during an episode and he seems absolutely insane and feels so guilty about it afterwards
luckily he comes up with the idea of taking money from his darling as well, meaning after a couple weeks, he's calm again after getting access to medication for awhile
he's so s t i f f with his darling; he's never actually had to interact with them until now and he's uncomfy
he really be doin his best doe
he's so intimidating too, like he looks so mean when he's just awkward
he craves love and comfort and is constantly doing everything he can to provide his darling with that so they can return the favor eventually
he's decently lucid when he's not being influenced by his mental disorder
he has a whole ass shrine of photos of his darling in a locked closet he's embarrassed abt it
fun facts.
his manic episodes last 4-6 days at a time, with a 3 day cool-off time
his depression episodes don't last nearly as long since he's met his darling
he's not always off his medication, but there are about 5 months out of the year where he just can't afford it
he lives in an apartment complex, one that would be considered rundown or dirty
he was born in madrid, spain and is fluent in spanish
he moved to philadelphia, pennsylvania when he was 8, but plans to move back to spain when he's financially stable
he was raised by his grandmother (who's passed away now rip abuela)
he has a rbf (resting bitch face) so he's considered to look scary and mean when he's not really either
he's very blunt / honest, and doesn't appear as awkward as he truly feels
he smokes cigarettes
he pierced his own ears when he was 13
he wears a lot of rings, they calm him when he's stressed
he has very large hands
he has a pet cat that was initially a stray before he took her in
he feeds the pigeons on his roof
Admin Duckie
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere oc#yandere oc imagine#yandere oc x reader#yandere ocs#yandere imagine
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Body Swap 👫 (Iwaizumi Hajime/Reader)
➸Rated T, fem!Reader, 1.6k words
➷Humor, fluff, awkwardness ofc
➷ Masterlist, Part 1, ✈Part 2
Thankfully, Hajime’s parents had busied themselves in the morning. Probably out grocery shopping, he’d mentioned off hand.
With Hajime the one blindfolding you now, you can finally place yourself in his shoes, an uneasy humiliation enveloping your bones.
“We can’t exactly dress each other everyday for school, can we?”
You mumble, as Hajime lets you tug the loose tee overhead. It seems he wanted little to do with this dress up game scenario, while simultaneously attempting to save himself from the embarrassment of you catching an eyeful of his junk.
He pulls off the blindfold and stares with an uncomfortable expression and blush. You’ve been doing a lot of blushing today since... well, since you woke up in each other’s bodies.
“I guess not. But I’ll respect your body, don’t worry.”
He huffs, folding his arms across his chest.
A short gasp comes from his lips, clearly not used to having a set of breasts, and he pulls his arms away quicker than you’ve probably ever moved yourself. Hajime awkwardly settles for resting his hands at his hips, and you stifle the snort that threatens to escape.
“I trust you, Hajime. Don’t worry. And same goes for me! I won’t eat junk food before bed, and I’ll work out a lot too!”
You announce while fist pumping the air, and he rolls his eyes.
“You better. Come on, let’s go before my mom and dad get back.”
A lot of changes had to be made to accommodate your... new lifestyle.
You decided it was best to swap phones, considering you each have the same model and should probably be conversing with your classmates and friends with some sort of vague continuity.
You also had a rather short lived and awkward conversation about bathroom time and changing.
And on the way to the park, you discussed the people you each talked with the most in class, how to talk to them, and to take notes properly.
You’re thorough if anything, trying to make this awful situation as easy as you can possibly make it.
“This is exhausting... and we haven’t even gotten to play volleyball yet.”
You bounce the volleyball in the grass, huffing at the torture this body swap is turning out to be.
“At least you can spike, and have a mean serve. It would have been way worse for me if you were a libero.”
At least Hajime is looking on the bright side.
“We just have to get used to our bodies.”
You attempt to reason alongside him, amping each other up.
By the time the sun sets, you’re both panting in the grass next to each other. All former encouragements and hype lost, replaced by the dread of the coming Monday.
“We’re so fucked, I’m not used to being this tall, or having these limbs.”
You wave your arms around in the grass for emphasis, turning to gaze at your partner in this disaster.
“I feel like I’ve been launched back to middle school, it’s hard to get used to being short again.”
Hajime hums in agreement.
“I’m not that short! You’re just tall!”
“Not that tall!”
He grimaces, and you think you hear him mutter something about one more centimeter.
Before you can delve back to wallowing in misery, Hajime speaks up again,
“Whatever, we actually started doing pretty good by the end. It’s not the level we’re usually at, but I’m sure we can fake it in practice well enough. Chalk it up to being sick or something. We’ll be back to normal soon enough.”
Sitting upright, he musters a confident look that warms your chest. You’re glad he’s being optimistic, pushing away the negative thoughts that keep rearing up.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Now let’s get food, I’m starved.”
“Agedashi tofu is the best after practice.”
He’s gleaming, and you think it looks more natural on your face than the stern countenance that seems trademark to Hajime. Though, you do miss the rare occasions you got too see that expression on his normal face... so you make a mental note to take plenty of happy face selfies while you’re in this body.
You can’t help the soft laugh, imagining all the faces you could make in Hajime’s body he wouldn’t be caught dead making normally. When he eyes you warily, you shake your head and respond before he catches on to your plan.
“The katsudon here is way better, you’re crazy.”
You grin, mouth watering as you bring a pork cutlet to your lips.
When you bite in, it turns out to be less satisfying than you remembered.
‘Weird, this place has really good katsudon.’
When you peer over at Hajime, he seems to be sharing a similar dilemma.
“How is it?”
You tilt your head up, gazing cautiously at him.
“It’s... okay.”
He frowns, can he seriously not enjoy agedashi tofu right now? Or was it just made bad?
“Right. Same here.”
The two of you pause, stewing for a second at the disappointment of your favorite meals, before both having the same idea to swap plates.
When you bite into your newly swapped dishes, you both simultaneously break out into wide grins.
“Whaaat, this is so good!”
“’katsudon’s not so bad either.”
You burst out into laughter,
“I guess our tastes have been swapped too.”
“I was beginning to think this would just be a nightmare. But there’s some fun things involved.”
Hajime hums, taking another hearty bite from the katsudon. You smile at his enthusiasm, before returning to your dish.
You continue to idly chatter about things that might be important to know, before walking home together.
When you reach the end of the street, Hajime almost makes the mistake of turning to the Iwaizumi residence. When he freezes, you realize you were equally ready to freely waltz into your own house.
You both awkwardly switch sides on the sidewalk, silently acknowledging the blunder with a light laugh.
“I’ll text you if I think of anything else. Have a good night,” you pause, “Y/N!”
You wink at him, chuckling at the sour expression. If you thought referring to yourself as Hajime was weird, it’s even more unsettling to call yourself by name.
Hajime rolls his eyes before waving goodbye.
“Yeah yeah... Hajime. See you tomorrow.”
The interaction certainly is odd, but you laugh with a grin nonetheless. Despite the fucked up situation, it’s kind of cool to have a secret to share with Hajime.
You just hope it isn’t permanent.
When Hajime turns to the your household, he feels the nervousness come back full force.
The two of you spent all day with each other, not really worried about a stranger’s perception of them.
But now he has to deal with the people closest to you, your parents. And he’s actually quite fond of your parents, they’ve always treated him like the son they never had (as well as Oikawa), but he’s not exactly looking forward to living out their wish for a son vicariously through you.
He swings open the door, kicking his shoes off before stepping inside.
“I’m home!”
‘Remember to be enthusiastic, and keep that RBF in check!’ he hears your insistent reminder echo in his mind, almost catching himself scowling.
“Welcome back darling! Did you eat?”
He hears your mother’s voice from the kitchen.
“I had something to eat with Hajime.”
He sweats a little, your mom is oddly calculated, always in tune with your emotions. Sometimes even his, but there’s no way she’d figure out what was going on, right?
“Good. If you get hungry later, there’s left overs.”
He calls out a thanks, almost sighing in relief, looks like the panic was for nothing.
Hajime casually (yet so, so, eagerly) heads for the stairs.
“Where are you going? Aren’t you going to say hi to Tooru? He and his mother came for dinner!”
WHAT.
“Y/N-chan! You and Iwa-chan were hanging out today? We’re you practicing volleyball?”
As if on cue, Oikawa rounds the corner and cuts Hajime off at the stairs, eyeing the athletic attire he’s wearing,
“I have something I want to practice more, you should’ve texted me.”
He huffs, arms folded as he leans against the stairway’s frame. Clearly a trick, Oikawa blew up both of your phones all day long despite being told you were busy. Hajime resists the urge to scowl at the backhanded comment. Brat.
Wait a second... how exactly do you talk to Oikawa again? Hajime should know, he’s spent a majority of his life with the two of you, but he’s currently drawing blanks.
He seems to have wracked his brain a little too long for a normal interaction, as Oikawa’s eyeing him again with an inquisitive look.
“Sorry... Tooru. You were sleeping in, and we both just happened to wake up early. Besides, you shouldn’t be practicing so much.”
He’s glad he didn’t let the ‘Shittykawa’ slip, that wouldn’t have been on brand for you at all. Out of habit though, he did punch Tooru in the arm.
“Yow! So mean, why are you hitting me?!”
Oikawa cries out, looking utterly scandalized as he rubs the sore spot on his arm.
“Because you deserve it.”
Hajime rolls his eyes, hopefully you won’t become aware of this interaction or he’ll get an earful from you. He’s still slightly convinced he’s an innocent bystander affected by some sort of cosmic punishment on Oikawa Tooru.
“Are you mad at me?!”
Hajime ignores Oikawa’s cry of complaint, jogging up the stairs. It’s hard being you, he grimaces as he beelines for the safety your room.
Finally in the comfort of privacy, he collapses into your sheets with a sigh of relief.
It could barely be considered a conversation with your mother, and Oikawa, but he’s already feeling mentally exhausted from the social exchange.
And tomorrow marks the start of the school week. Great.
Hajime slumps into your absurd amount pillows (seriously, you only need one). If he feels a little disappointed that he can’t recognize your scent anymore, he certainly doesn’t admit it, and definitely doesn’t entertain the intrusive thought longer than a moment.
A/N: I’m actually having so much fun with this au it’s adsklag;hj, I just like to watch my faves suffer in a chaotic mess I can not lie
Masterlist, Part 1, ✈Part 2, Part 3
#hqradiostation#haikyuu!!#haikyuu reader insert#haikyuu x reader#iwaizumi hajime#iwaizumi hajime/reader#iwaizumi hajime x reader
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stray kids - how you two first met
Not That Type - GUGUDAN
Bang Chan
Australia was where you two first met. Your dad owned this café, there was this customer you were really closed to, he would come to the café every chance he got. One day, he surprisingly came with someone. “Hey Y/N, I want you to meet someone.” you were cleaning the tables when this happened. “Not now, I’m too busy.” you turned around. “Well then, I guess you’re too busy to have my money.” “Ok, what would you like.” “The regular.” After five minutes, you came back with the drinks. As you were going to the table, you tripped over someone’s shoe lace. You spilled the drinks, floor dirty, you apologized again and again and cleaned the floor. “Hey it’s ok.” That unfamiliar voice, you looked up and saw him, the extra guest. “Oh, love at first sight?” you heard your friend say. “Hey you! You better shut your mouth before I go behind bars for murder! Ok?” And that was it, how you and Bang Chan first met.
Lee Minho
You were a trainee under JYP Entertainment when you first met. You were quite famous within the building as you were extremely amazing when it came to dancing. Someone asks you for help, and you help them, which was how, you two met. It was another day, another day for training, you danced along to GUGUDAN’s “Not That Type”. However, when you swinged your hand, you hit something hard, it was him. “Hey! Watch where your hand goes! How do you expect to debut if you can’t even see who’s before you?” you heard him say. “I’m so sorry! Let me help you!” “Forget it, just keep dancing. By the way, if you didn’t have hit me, I would have said your moves were great.” And that’s how you and Minho first me.
Seo Changbin
You and Felix were friends since middle school, you both would always check up on each other when you’re free. One day, when you and Felix were video chatting, someone came into the room Felix was in. “Who’s that?” you looked closely at your phone, trying to figure out who it was. “Oh, it’s just Changbin.” “Changbin? Isn’t that your bandmate?” you asked frowning. “Yeah, he is.” “You both talking about me?” that’s when you and Changbin made eye contact on the phone, you could see he was blushing. “I need to go now! Bye!” you saw Changbin dashed towards the door. That night, you couldn’t stop thinking about him.
Hwang Hyunjin
In every school there was the prince and the princess. You were the popular kid, you had multiple friends from different friend groups, everyone loved you, and of course, you were magically stanning. “Hey Y/N, look over there, it’s your Prince Charming!” that was your bestest friend talking. “F/N! I barely know that boy!” you frowned and put another skittle in your mouth. “While then let’s make you know him!” that was your other friend, from your drama class, who was also friends with your first friend. As she pushed you towards him, you put on your RBF so that he wouldn’t talk to you and put another skittle in your mouth. “What are you doing here?” the boy said. “Haha, you don’t have friends who ship you with someone now do you?” you laughed and left. And with that, Hyunjin asked your friends for your number.
Han Jisung
Known for his love for cheesecakes, you and Jisung obviously met at a café. She were seated at an empty table, typing away. Then, a boy came, after he ordered, you saw him standing there, possibly looking around for a seat, but all tables were full. “Hey, need a seat?” you didn’t know why you offered him a seat, but you did anyways. He awkwardly sat down on the seat. “Don’t worry, if you don’t wanna talk I won’t, I’m good at it.” And that’s how the conversation started.
Lee Felix
You were in the airport, you were about to go back to Korea, your home country. It was your first time visiting, you’ve been living in Australia your whole life, now, you finally get to go visit the place you came from. As you walked through the airport, you bumbed into a boy. “I’m so sorry! Are you ok?” the boy said and quickly left. You went into the plane that was leaving to Korea, and there’s when you saw him again.
Kim Seungmin
You were video chatting with your best friend. When you were about to end the call, your little sister came in your room. “Can we go to the playground?” she asked. “Yeah sure, let’s go!” you wore your shoes, and left for the playground. The entire time at the playground, you heard music, you thought nothing of it and just let it be. That was until you heard laughes of adult men. You followed the sound, and you saw eight boys fliming something like a music video. That’s when one boy turned around. And there’s how you met.
Yang Jeongin
You two met at a fair. You were with your older brother, and to be honest, he was quite overprotective. When you were eating corn dog, which your brother paid for, someone bumbed into you. “Hey!” that was your brother. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to bumb into your girlfriend!” it was the boy who bumbed into you. “Boyfriend? Please, no where would I date my own brother.” “Brother? Oh, I’m so sorry!” “Whatever.” you brother said and picked up the corn dog that fell off of your hand. Your brother thought he would never meet the boy again, boy was he wrong.
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Tw: long fucking post.
Sorry to keep bringing up autism but
Man..... and you dont have to read this. That's fine. I dont have anyone in my life to talk to about this so, tumblr is my space to vent 🤷♀️
I know I've lived with this since I was a kid, but just reading more, learning more....I finally understand why I do things the way I do. Newly diagnosed autism reaaallllyyyy was like an aha moment for me lol. And it's not just my PTSD, anxiety or anything like that...its just how my brain is. I'm starting to realize when stuff happens and why....
Yesterday, I was doing ok. I went to the store (I have a routine of going nearly at the exact same time every day) because I needed some groceries. Some days I have to have headphones because of loud noise. I hate going into regular check out lanes cuz I dont like when ppl ask me stuff. I freeze. Sometimes I'll make an odd comment that the cashier will just find odd.
Anyway, I got home and all of a sudden everything was just brighter than it usually is, louder than it usually is and nothing could block it out. I was really itchy, and could barely move. I've already got a hard time even attempting to tune shit out, I HEAR everything, SMELL everything....etc. But, when you get into meltdown mode....everything is worse.
Then I couldn't talk. My dad kept saying something to me, and I tried to open my mouth to speak but I couldnt. I put my headphones on because if I have music playing normally I can somewhat calm down and cant hear anything else but that...and it's nice to only hear one thing. This happens so often and what I once thought was just a panic attack....its not. My panic attacks arent like that.
I went upstairs....and that's when my normal 'coping' kicked in. I've just learned that my habits of 'comfort' are in fact stimming.
The things I tend to do mostly without noticing I'm doing it, some more so with meltdowns:
Blink rapidly
Twitch my nose rapidly
Move my foot up and down like I'm rocking my knee
Pick out my hair in search for these little curly hairs that grow on my head obsessively
Feel the softness of my foot from my other foot and repeatedly petting my foot with my other foot
Pet soft things
Pace. Alot.
Sway. Rock back and forth. Especially in lines.
Color by number books.....I get obsessed over them
Twiddle my thumbs, fingers,
Obsessively scratch parts of my skin
Staring, especially at walls while rocking
Biting the skin around my fingernails, or clipping the skin with fingernail clippers
Repeatedly cussing or speaking to myself
Whistle
I remember as a kid, doing all these things, in response to too much stimulation, or change in things.
I CONSTANTLY had meltdowns, shutdowns, and full on rage as a kid and would have meltdowns often. I dont have them as much now...but they are there.
Shut downs after really any social exchange for longer than a certain amount of time. I can no longer speak even if I tried.
Refusal to eat certain foods because the texture was bad, and eating the same foods over and over again, every day for months.
Loud abrupt noises????? I think the fuck NOT
Being touched. At all. Especially without my permission. I hate hugs.
Having attachments to more animals than ppl, and learning about said animals to an 'obssessive' degree.
Cant wear clothes with tags, or things that arent soft because my skin is so sensitive and it's too much (that's also to do with my fibromyalgia but it's just gotten worse since fibro)
I like to call my brain the monkey brain. It never fucking shuts up. Ever. It just swings from one thought to the next.
Do you ever go to work and actively dont go to the parties or speak to anyone st work because you know if you do you'll spout out something that no one really needed to hear? I stay away from people in life because of that. Or because they will be too loud, and I'd rather just go home and read.
Telling people things they had no desire to learn and being blunt about it is a specialty of mine that I dont seem to realize upsets ppl until they actively tell me they are upset.
Not being able to know what someones feeling unless I empathetically tune into it
Cracking jokes at inappropriate times. Laughing at inappropriate times.
Always noticing details of things and making analysis of why those things are there and trying to understand the context of it
Seeing patterns in EVERYTHING.
thinking any human on the planet who is nice to me MUST like me more than friends because that's what ppl do when they like you from what I was taught
Terrible at body language, many facial expressions, cant grasp any hints on someones intentions unless they tell me
Being told I have RBF because I dont show a lot of emotions
Told I'm extra sensitive and weird ALL the time.
Cant keep a lot of friends for too long because they find me weird
The only thing I know how to talk about is myself, or things that I'm interested in/anger me/make me feel a certain way. I also cant relate to experiences unless I myself have had it happen...
Forgetting things all the god damn time and not knowing where to put things because if I put something somewhere I'll 1. Forget about it and 2. It's not in the right 'spot' and needs to be 'perfect'. I'm a disorganized mess and if anyone helps me I freak out because I dont eant my things touched, everything has to be done a certain way.
Special interests that I'm so obsessed with....like baking, archeology, history...
I know I'm forgetting more things....just learning that this is me. This is my life, this is how I've always thought, and that's ok.
I may be the sensitive, weird, over the top person that no one 'understands'..but this is me.
I'm autistic, and that's what makes me special in a neurotypical world.
#actuallyautistic#autism#autistic#vent post#neurodiverse#stimming#actually autistic#sensory overload#spectrum#tactile stimming#audio stimming#visual stimming#movement stimming
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3, 4, 19, & 20
3. what is your favorite way to self care?
i’m still getting used to self care, but i love me a full shower. i love lighting a candle, keeping the lights low, turning on some lofi beats, and let that hot water hit my chest. i feel like the only place i truly care for myself is in the shower lately.
4. tell me about your most vivid memory, good or bad.
the first thing that came to mind was when i told my dad to jump off a swing at the park by the putt putt course and he broke his leg. i have no idea how old i was, but i relive this moment a lot. he was so high, almost parallel with the ground, and i was so excited to see him fly. i begged him to jump, hopeful he’d land upright like a superhero. but he didn’t. he plummeted and landed directly on his leg. i had to rush through the park, pleading for someone to call 9-1-1 because my dad just broke his leg. i had so much guilt that sat with me for years after that. i’ve healed from it since, but i still imagine him sitting in those wood chips, not entirely disappointed, but not particularly thrilled either.
19. tell me something you don’t like telling the people you are close to.
i rely heavily on outside opinions of me for my self worth. it seems impossible to change, but i crave validation and being wanted more than my own confidence.
20. tell me what you think others think about you.
i think people think i’m mean with a mad case of rbf. i think people think i’m quick tempered, and while i can be, i don’t think people see me working on it. i think people see me as a man, someone confident in their masculinity. i think people think i’m a freak of nature once they hear my past. i think people think i’m crazy once they see my scars. i think people think i’m not worth their time and that i’m just another angry queer person. i think people think i’m stupid. and for good measure, i think people think i’m funny.. so i have that going for me.
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You say you have tried to be understanding. But you only succeed when it does not inconvenience you. You do nothing to understand, you never seem to even care. You say I never want to help you. But you have no idea how hard it is for me to even get out of bed every day, for fear that I will be swallowed by the abyss. That when I get up, all of the horrifying nothingness will come back in like a tidal wave, overpowering me. You say you have to do everything by yourself. But you do not see how much anything I do drains what little energy I have left. I do what I mentally and emotionally can, but it is never enough. You say that I sleep too much, and am antisocial. But you have never experienced the absolutely devastating crash into the void that I feel when I have over-extended myself. You like to be around people, it is your natural habitat; you thrive on it. I thrive best when I am alone. When I am with 1 or 2 people that I feel like I can be myself with, receiving no judgement when that means sitting quietly with my RBF in full swing. You do not know what it feels like to feel nothing; nothing at all, when I have gone so far down that dark twisted rabbit hole that I cannot find a way back into the light. To feel as though I am drowning with not a drop of water in sight. Sometimes I feel everything and nothing at the same time, but you do not know how confusing that is. You have never felt like everyone is staring at you, waiting for you to mess it all up. Again. You do not know how terrifying it is to just KNOW that they are all laughing at you behind your back. Calling you Ugly. Stupid. Worthless. To look into the mirror and think "they are right". To hate yourself so wholly and completely that you start to think that the people you love would be better off without you. To start to view yourself as ugly. To view yourself as someone so stupid that sometimes you cannot do something as simple as get the words from your brain out of your mouth without screwing them up. To view yourself as someone so unworthy of any kind of love or affection; that you yearn for it in the late hours of the night, for fear someone will hear your tears and confirm your worst fears. That no one will ever love you. No one will ever cherish you for who you are. You have never had such self-loathing that you want to lock yourself away from the world, because the world is cruel, and will hate you as much as you hate yourself. When you have experienced any of that, let me know mom, and then we can talk about how "understanding" you have been.
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Nena and Perla friends....
Sixsmiths is always busy during the lunch hour, so anybody who knows what they’re doing cuts out of class ten minutes early to get there in time to get a table.
Perla usually can’t, in no small part because no matter how much she tells herself she can do it, she finds it pretty much impossible to skip class. It’s easier to wait it out and if Sixsmiths is full, there’s a few other places that are okay. But sometimes, when she’s got english with Mr. Dacus, he’ll go ahead and cut them loose fifteen minutes before lunch.
Which is how she’s ended up with one of the best tables in the place and she’s busy texting her friends to tell them to get their butts here right away before the place fills up and someone tries to ask her to move. Perla’s pretty good about standing her ground but-
“Move.”
-that doesn’t mean she’s always up against reasonable opponents.
Perla glances away from her phone and looks up. There’s a bunch of Senior girls standing there. The closest one to Perla is texting. Another looks bored, snapping some gum in her mouth. The third is smiling, but in that mean knifey way that means that she’s only friendly while she’s getting her way.
“Hi!” The smiley one says. “Looks like your friends ditched you!”
“They’re not out of class yet.” Perla puts a hand on her purse and she stays put in the corner of the booth.
“Then it’ll probably take forever for them to get over here. You should let some people who can use the booth have it.” The smiley girl just gets a bigger smile on her face.
The gum-chewer snaps her gum. The texter doesn’t look up. “Move.”
Perla doesn’t move. “No.”
“Oh come on, by the time they get here, we’ll be done eating and you can have it back.” Smiley just goes ahead and slides into the booth, the gum-chewer right behind her. They slide around, clearly ready to bump Perla out.
“Or you can go sit at the counter. It still has spots.” Perla doesn’t move. The counter does have spots, and texter and gum-chewer look over at them.
They’re not very good spots. Not for a group.
Smiler starts getting mean, “Look, kid-”
“Perla.” She looks the smiley one dead in the eye and makes sure she hears this, so she knows exactly who it is she’s messing with. “Perla Pucci.”
(Dropping her name is pretty classless and the kind of thing that people who aren’t Puccis have to do, but okay, sometimes you have to tell people who you are so they maybe understand why they’re being huge dicks and why that’s a bad idea. Not that she’d ever really do anything but like… sometimes just the thought that she could do something is enough to keep the really mean girls at bay. And these ones are really mean girls. You can tell just by looking at them.)
Saying her name gets a reaction from them. Even the texter looks up from her phone.
“You’re Enrico’s baby sister!” Smiley says and uh-oh, she looks just downright delighted. Somehow that’s worse than when she was just being real mean. “You’re adorable!”
“You’re adopted.” Texter says and sits right beside Perla, trapping her in.
“I’m not!” Perla gets snappish. She doesn’t like to, but nothing hits he buttons harder than someone saying she’s adopted - or that Enrico is. And since she can see that coming next- “And neither is he.”
Gum-chewer takes her gum out of her mouth and sticks it under the table. “I hear you told Dio to fuck off.”
“I-I- I did not-”
“No, she threatened him.” Smiley leans in, all bright and excited. “You told him you’d ruin him.”
“He’d like that.” Texter says. “Give me your number.”
Perla opens her mouth and struggled with what to say, before she just digs out her phone and takes a quick snapchat of the girls surrounding her. She sends it to Enrico with a quick caption
[WHO ARE THEY???]
“He does like that.” Gum-snapper says casually and flags down a passing waiter. “Three diet cokes, and whatever the princess usually has.”
Perla doesn’t want to answer. But she came here to eat so- “Grapefruit Perrier.”
That makes the girls start laughing as if there’s something hilarious about her choice, which there isn’t because it’s an option they serve here and she likes it and- arg! Perla narrows her eyes and types to Enrico.
[Why do you keep hanging out with jerks???]
“Because we’re more fun.” Smiley says. She’s bent slightly over into Perla’s space to peep at her messages. “So, Perla, I hear Dio scared the shit out of you when he climbed in your window.”
“He says you screamed.” Gum-snapper adds.
“I didn’t!” She’s getting flustered. Where are her friends? Why isn’t Enrico typing back? Maybe she should have just given up the booth but- but she got here first, and she’s not afraid of girls like this. Just… just take a breath and calm down. Stay composed. And- “I didn’t scream. I threw my phone at his face, and I hit him.”
“He didn’t mention that.” Texter has looked bored this whole time, but there’s a little spark in her eye now. “Too embarrassed to.”
“Well he should be. Who climbs into the first open window they see? Enrico told him which side of the house to climb up on, even though he could have just come in through the front door, like a guest and not a burglar.” That gets another fit of laughter from the girls.
“He should, but he hates that. Dio always sneaks in through the window.” Smiley says and gets nods from the other two. Oh… are- are they also dating Dio? Oh my God of course they are. Who isn’t dating Dio at school?
Which- urg, why was Enrico paying attention to him too? What a dumb move…
The snapchat icon finally pops up on her phone. She quickly checks it, but it just says “Enrico is typing…” which doesn’t actually answer anything for her.
The girls are moving. Perla puts her foot down. “If you’re staying here, then you should introduce yourselves, like polite people would.”
“Oh shit, you don’t know who we are?” Smiley puts a hand to her chest. “I’m Midler.” She points to gum-chewer with a dismissive, “That’s Mariah.” before her hand swings around to point at the girl still texting- “And that’s Nena.”
Texter- Nena looks up from her phone very briefly. “You ever seen a naked man?”
Perla narrows her eyes. “… yes.”
Nana lifts her phone up and - oh my God! Perla puts a hand up to block her view. “I don’t want to see Dio naked!!”
Midler just laughs and kicks her legs under the table. “You’re the only person who doesn’t.”
Pucci’s finally send a message back.
[I am so sorry. Just escape as soon as you can. I’ll tell them to leave you alone if they keep bothering you.]
She shoots him back a message.
[Wow thanks Enrico. Also Nena just showed me a gross picture of your boyfriend so thanks.]
She’s barely hit send when suddenly Nena’s phone starts ringing. Nena’s face is already in natural RBF mode and it gets worse as she looks at the message. She turns to look at Perla. “You ratted me out.”
“Don’t show other people’s nudes to me.” Perla says and it’s almost worth having seen a flash of that gross picture just to watch the way Nena’s face twists up.
She answers the phone with a curt, “It was just his ass.” Perla can’t hear Enrico but she knows him well enough to know that he’s probably chewing Nena out. Nena rolls her eyes.
The drinks come around and Midler slings a leg over one of Perla’s, getting uncomfortably into her space. “What are you getting? We usually split appetizers. Don’t tell me you’re getting something boring like a salad.”
“First, salads aren’t boring, you’ve just had bad ones.” Perla pushes the leg off of hers. “Second, no, I’m not getting a salad from Sixsmiths.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “I’m getting the nachos.”
Mariah gives an approving nod. “Good. Anything you won’t eat?”
She has no idea at what point she got rolled into eating lunch them with. Perla thinks about kicking up a fuss about it, but-
But she can hear Enrico yelling at Nena, and Mariah gave her a nod of approval and yeah she seems pretty mean but that kind of makes the nod really cool, and Midler is… okay. She seems okay. They all seem okay. Just… mean. And with dumb taste in boys.
“The spinach dip is mega gross.” Perla finally answers. Mariah looks to Midler as if to say ‘I told you so.’ Midler just scoffs.
Nena finally hangs out and looks at Perla. In a completely unemotional and deadpan voice, she says, “I’m sorry I showed you a naked photo.”
Perla knows it’s absolutely not a real apology but- “Thank you.”
“Your brother’s a real bitch.” Nena says, sipping from her coke.
“Well, you are too.” Perla snipes back. She’s ready and expecting Nena to say something awful and mean.
Instead she just… snorts. “Yeah.” Nena agrees easily. “We all are. I’m getting the calamari.”
“Oh fuck off, that’s the worst choice. It’s so gross! It’s so gross, right? Right?” Midler looks to her for approval and Perla nods, because honestly, you don’t go to Sixsmiths for calamari or for spinach dip. Midler grins. “See? Someone here agrees, even if your taste in dips is shit-tier.”
They order appetizers and when Perla’s friends show up fifteen minutes later, she’s almost forgotten she invited them at all. They make room for them in the booth and well-
When lunch is over and they’re walking back, Nena ends up beside Perla. She holds an empty hand out, making a grabby-hand gesture. Perla just stares at her hand until Nena rolls her eyes. “Give me your phone.”
“Why?” Perla is more okay with them but… that’s her phone.
“So I can put my number in.” Nena says like Perla’s the dumb one for not reading her mind.
It’s Perla’s run to roll her eyes. “Or you can give me your number and I can put it in. Duh.”
“Shut up.” Still, Nena gives her the number and Perla texts her, and that’s it. They head back to class. Perla gets settled and opens up snapchat once more. There’s a bunch of sorry’s from Enrico and a few check-ins.
She sends: [Why are you friends with so many weirdos???]
Then she gets a text. It’s from Nena. It’s a picture of Pucci and for a second, she feels herself freeze up, ready to lose her mind if this is somehow some horrible naked photo of her brother.
But it’s just a candid creeper shot of him at some kind of party. Dio’s got an arm around his shoulders and… … and Enrico looks happy. It’s kind of weird…
… it’s kind of… y’know. Sweet, maybe? It’s nice that he’s happy…
[Nice creepshot] Perla sends back. She saves the photo though. It’s a nice one, even if Dio is still an asshole, and Enrico’s new friends are weird jerks. She guesses that maybe it’s better that he has friends now, instead of always ditching people to be along or hang out at church. It’s good he’s happy… even if she can’t imagine what anyone would ever see in Dio Brando.
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Quidditch Romance |
Sofia Pov
Currently I was sitting, surrounded by shades of blue rippling the reflections of nature. The sun had cascaded across the soft ripples in various shades of reds and oranges. My dark hair was pulled into a messy bun resting on top of my head complimenting my oval shaped banana republic glasses that enlarged my brown eyes. My green robes fluttered about in the gentle breeze as I sat by the lake with the the one and only Kris. Yes I said Kris, the pure blood that was quite intimidating…..at first sight. Honestly he’s just a puppy that suffered from RBF. Only few people knew the soft sided Kris and those few were Emily and I even if I wasn’t that close Emily she always put Kris in line.
“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Speaking of the ginger with brilliant blue eyes, that could put even the lake to shame, skipped toward the tall slytherin and stood directly in front of him looking as intimidating as she possibly could. Sure she was a pure blood, ambitious and sweet, but she was still only 5'4" which was nothing compared to the over 6’ Kris wu.
Back to the point she stopped directly in front of him, blocking the sun, and glaring down at the slytherin prefect she called a best friend. I watched in amusement as Kris looked up at the ginger unamused before breaking out into a gummy smile and standing to his full heat and ruffling her locks about into a style that resembled a birds nest very well.
Emily huffed at the person she called a best friend before turning toward me with a pleading look to help sort out the tangled disaster. I patted the spot next to me knowing standing would do nothing for either of us.
“So Sofia how have you been?” Emily plopped in front of me back to me as I sat onto my knees to sort out the ginger locks.
“I'v been good. How bout you Em how’s the ravenclaw life treating you?”
“It’s good thanks for asking!” There was a pause. “So I overheard a certain chaser who is certainty interested in you-” Emily started.
“And? What did this certain chaser say?” I interrupted still untangling the birds nest one by one.
“Aaannnddd he would absolutely love if you would go to the game to watch.” bingo anterior motive smooth Emily.
“Emily you know that I don’t do sports. It’s not my thing.”
“Yeah but-” Emily started but this time Kris cut her off.
“Sofia let’s be honest here you are totally into Sehun but you are afraid of being hurt by the star Slytheirn player right? Well let me tell you if he wasn’t into you he would’ve stopped bugging you after week one and how many weeks has it been for you?”
“….3.” I answered dumbfounded.
Kris smirked. “Exactly. He’s into you and he’s been wanting you to come watch him at just one game but you turn him down every time Sofia. Why don’t you just go to one?”
“Well you know I’m-” I started.
“Yeah shy we know.” Em said.
“I was gonna say introverted but that works too.”
“What Em is trying to say is we know you don’t like attention but really there’s so many students that go here and you don’t even have to wear quidditch stuff or anything to bring attention.” Kris stated.
“Kris I’m bound to bring attention. Hello part veela ringing a bell? I literally freaking glow like the vampires in twilight!” I exclaimed seconds away from pulling my own hair in frustration.
“Think about it this way, you are way Prettier than anything in that retched movie. Why not embrace the inner and outer veela?” Emily stated in a matter of fact tone.
“You gotta get over the attention fear some time Sofia. Some attention is good. Besides if anyone even says anything bad about you we got your back.” Kris smiled reassuringly.
I sighed deeply contemplating my options. ‘I did like Sehun yes, but I didn’t like attention and everyone knows the star player is into me. There’s bound to be attention on me!’ I thought or at least I thought it was a silent thought.
“Just one game Sofia! We will be with you the whole time. There’s nothing to worry about. Just give it a try.” Em said reassuringly before standing up with silky untangled hair before offering her petite hand toward me. I battled with myself internally but in the hand grasped her hand and let her and Kris lead me toward the quidditch stands.
~~~
The game was in full swing with Slytherin and Ravenclaw neck and neck. We sat near the back which calmed my anxiety….just a bit. At least Kris and Emily kept their promise by staying with me although I had to listen to their playful banter about which team would win. My eyes darted from the action to the crowds nervously as I tugged my thin jacket tighter around my slightly glowing figure.
Slytherin had the goal open right in front of them and I nervously wrung my hands together watching as the ball was passed to Sehun and he scored another ten points for Slytherin. He swooped down as the cheers wring out from the green side of the stadium. He flew past each stand reaching down to high five fellow classmates and in no time he reached our section and I prayed he wouldn’t see me and drag all the attention from our fellow classmates from him to me. Of course the universe had other plans and suddenly my irises met shining mocha that brightened upon recognizing me standing with the rest of Slytherin to watch the match between Ravenclaw and Slytherin. He smiled widely revealing all his teeth and attempting a wave before slyly swooping down to quickly high five Kris and wink at me at the same time.
‘Sly little shit that has a beautiful smile.’ I shook my head at his antics before grinning back before he swooped down back into the action. Emily nudged me before I pushed her slightly away and gained the courage to cheer for Sehun.
Suddnely a bell rung and the announcer screamed, “Huang Zitao has caught the golden snitch! Slytherin wins!”
Our section erupted into cheers and I clapped along laughing with Emily who pouted slightly before grinning. I turned to hug Kris and thank him for making me watch the game, but the prefect was nowhere to be seen.
“Prefect duties I think.” Emily answered with a hint of sarcasm to my silent question again.
“In the middle of a game?” I asked not really confused by his sudden disappearance.
Emily shrugged in reply before latching onto my wrist and tugging me down the steps rapidly to the point where I was forced to take the stairs two or three at a time. We made it to the bottom where I landed safely on the field sighing in relief at the pure luck we had. Emily let go of my wrist and smiled knowingly at me before giving my an apologetic expression before she darted through the excited Slytherin students toward the school.
I stared after her in disbelief. “Yah! Emily what the- why are you running? Come back you can’t just leave m here by myself!” I screamed in her direction and I knew she heard when she turned and gave me a sly wink before continuing her run.
I threw my arms down with a huff. “Okay that was rude! How dare she think she can leave me by mysel- ahhh!” I yelled as arms wrapped around my waist and I was lifted off the ground into a spinning hug. My arms wrapped around the lean figure, holding on for dear life. The familiar laugh of Oh Sehun reached my ears before he set me down gently and grinning down at me with now messy hair. I blew a piece of hair out of my face and that just caused Sehun to grin wider and reach up to tuck it behind my ear and adjusting my glasses on my nose.
“You’re here! You’re actually here!” Sehun exclaimed happily.
I smiled bashfully, eyes diverting to the far more interesting ground. “Yeah I I did. And you were ….incredible.” I muttered head down.
A finger was placed under my chin and my eyes were tugged like a magnet to Sehun. His smile was brilliantly bright and a hint of mischief was tugging on the edges.
“Did Sofia, the one who absolutely despised any sport, just say that I was..incredible?” He was teasing me and unfortunately my cheeks weren’t on the same page as my mind to ignore him.
If it was possible his grin brightened into a smirk at the rosy flush creeping up my skin.
“Don’t flatter yourself Oh Sehun.” I punched his arm pushing him away before turning toward the school to head inside. I heard Sehun’s laugh behind me before he jogged to catch up to me, entertaining our hands together and I couldn’t stop thinking about how warm his hand was and how oddly comfortable I felt as we walked away from the quidditch field.
~~~
“Wait so Kris convinced you to come? Prefect Kris? Pure blood, Slytherin Kris? Resting butch faces Kris?” Sehun was in disbelief as we both headed to the Slytherin common room to celebrate our win.
I laughed at his expression. “Yes that Kris! I mean how many Kris’ do you know?” I teased.
He scoffed playfully. “I’ll have you know I know many people named Kris.” He sassily retorted causing the both of us to burst into a string of laughter.
“Oh my god Sehun! Why are you like this?” I managed to ask as I wiped the laughter evidence from my eyes.
“Only for you sweetcheeks.” He grinned at me cheekily.
“Smooth. Real smooth.” I muttered with a smile on my face and a roll of my eyes.
We turned the corner of the hall to the common room before spotting the very person we were talking about just seconds ago and a very gobsmacked and flustered beagle line.
Trapped against the wall was the Gryffindor prefect Suho who was very close to Kris. The two prefects were inches apart and quite flustered from the red hue casting onto both boys’ faces. It was ironic considering both boys seemed to be mere enemies…to everyone else.
I caught Kris’ eye and winked at him as he scoffed and leaned away from Suho. “We were just talking that’s all geez guys!” Kris muttered with zero confidence in his voice. I smirked at his obvious bluff, I knew exactly what they were doing. Kris and Suho may see like enemies to everyone else, but there is no way he can hide this from me or Emily for that matter.
Sehun rolled his eyes before gently tugging me past the gawking beagle line, a flustered Suho, and glaring Kris as I snickered at his terrible secret keeping skills. Sehun muttered the password to the door before slipping us both inside the common room before he jumped in fright at the loud cheers, party poppers, and excessive banners that were cheering for Slytherin in honor of his win.
I grinned at our house enthusiasm and sneaking a knowing look at Sehun. “Shouldn’t you be used to this? I mean we do this every single time Slytherin wins.”
Sehun shot me a pen unamused look before being pulled to cheer with the rest of the team. He managed to mouth I’ll be back before he disappeared into the crowd. I shook my head before making my way to the couch and taking a seat next to Brooklyn and Lisa. We quickly engaged into a conversation about the game and the two girls were shocked at finding out I went to the game and teasing me about coming in with Sehun. We poked jabs at one another before Lisa was called off to another corner and bidding a see you later before she too disappeared into the crowd with Brooklyn in tow.
I sighed leaning back and just watching the crowd of Slytherin jump around and dance to the music that was now blasting my house by Flo. Rida. I jumped slightly as the cushion sunk under the weight of another body and I turned to find Kris sitting beside me and I couldn’t just let the whole scene five minutes ago go.
“So how was your make out session? What did the beagles say?”
Kris shot me an unamused look and decided to take a sip of the mysterious dark liquid in his cup.
“Oh the silent treatment? Wow immature Kris.” He continued to ignore me. “You know you really suck at secrets.” That caught his attention as his attention wa suddenly shifted from the crowd to me. “What?”
“You heard me. You suck at secrets mr. prefect.”
“How so?” His eyes narrowed at my claims.
“Well for starters you disappear in the middle of the game and except us to believthe prefect duties excuse? And how convenient that Suho is always disappearing at the same time. Especially during breakfast and dinner and during break.” Kris looked gobsmacked that I had figured it out.
“Oh don’t worry only me and Em know…and the beagles…and Sehun.” I snickered.
He rolled his eyes for the fifteenth today before his eyes scanned the crowd and suddenly a smirk rose on his face.
“Lover boy is watching.” Kris attempted to change the subject as hi nodded toward the crowd. To bad for him I wasn’t taking the bait.
“Suho ain’t here though.” I feigned innocence. Kris turned to glare at me as I grinned at him.
“Did I ask?” He replied making me laugh loudly.
Before I could retort a hand was extended in front of me and I followed the arm to find Sehun in front of me. I grinned at him and grasped his hand letting him pull me upright. He spun on his heel and lead us through the crowd but that didn’t stop my teasing grin at Kris and I caught him sticking his tongue out at me in reply.I laughed in reply to that before suddenly finding the noise fading away and suddenly the fireplace was in view.
“Sorry about that I just wanted to be able to hear you and just relax.” Sehun sheepishly admitted.
My head cocked to the side. “Don’t you want to celebrate with your team?”
Sehun shook his head and his hand ran through his blonde hair. “Nah they don’t mind. I want to celebrate with you.”
I grinned slightly before inching closer to his figure on the couch. “Are you sure? Don’t you like to party? Why would you choose me over the party? I’m just plain Sofia.”
Sehun turned to me with a strong affection in his eyes that were locked onto my own. “Sofia of course is choose you over the party. We win too many times anyway and I’ve partied enough this year that I can spend time with you, where I’d rather be.”
I rolled my eyes at his obvious cockiness, but didn’t dismiss the sweet comment either. “Sehun there’s only been like 4 games this year and Slytherin has played twice.”
“That’s besides the point.” He dismissed my teasing jab. “Sofia,” he had a serious expression on now. “I love spending time with you.”
“Why?” Was my immediate response, fueled by curiosity.
“Well you are beautiful to start with. And your smart and quick witted. I love how you are ambitious and work very hard. I love how you sass me and won’t take anyone’s crap. I love how you are introverted, how you prefer to stay in and read to going to a game. I love how you came to watch me and stepping out of your comfort zone. I love how you are honest and have the purest intentions. I love your hair when it’s in a bun and when you where your glasses, not that you aren’t just as stunning in contacts.” I rolled my eyes at that. “But I love how you came to watch me even though you despise sports. I love that you are part veela even though you hate it, because that’s what drew me too youI’m crazy about you Sofia, why wouldn’t I spend time with you?”
I was speechless. “I never knew you felt that way about me Sehun.” I whispered too afraid to raise my voice. Sehun grabbed my hands in his asking me face him. His eyes sparkled as he looked into me. His eyes flickered down to my lips and back up to my eyes as the silent question lingered between us. I smiled and gave my permission with the smallest nod and suddnely I was engulfed in a warmth that started from my chest and spread outward. His hand cradled my head as he gently caressed the skin on the back of my neck. My eyes fluttered shut and a pleased hum escaped me as his arm pulled me closer to the warmth.
His lips caressed mine slowly, no rush evident. All that see,ed to be there was savoring this moment as the sweet taste of his lips on mine made my mind fuzzy. My stomach erupted with butterflies and my heart began to beat like a hummingbirds wings. My skin tingled under his soft touch. My mind began to get dizzy from lack of oxygen and he pulled back and rested his forehead against mine, panting softly.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” He whispered as his hand massaged the back of my neck.
I held his hand in my lap smiling as he reached up to hold our hands to his lips. He kissed my hand before lowering our hands again and leaning forward again. He stopped inches away and I closed the distance pressing my lips to his soft and sweet ones again as he held my closely and surrounded my whole body with warmth that I didn’t know I had been craving until now.
~Allie
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10 Tell-Tale Signs of Depression
Written by Zina Anne
Art by Zina Anne
So, you feel down but this isn’t your usual slump. How so? It’s already been 2 weeks. A month has passed and you’re standing in front of the mirror saying, “This just doesn’t feel ‘right.’ Why am I like this? Why am I here? Why?” I describe it as standing outside of your own body and watching yourself perish. Yes, it’s grim.
Then you finally ask the million dollar question, “Am I depressed?”
The stigma that follows depression makes it more likely for people to ignore the signs for fear of not being understood. Somehow, in the minds of too many, it registers as Depression=Mental Illness=STAY AWAY! Positivity and support go a long way.
While you’re staring in the mirror, here are 10 Tell-Tale signs of depression:
1. Unexplained Emotional Outbursts, Prolonged Sadness
No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. -Katy McGary
The overwhelming feeling of “feeling” becomes unbearable. You’re sitting at the top of your bed in tears because you do not know why you’re still crying. It’s an endless loop really. Many people experience crying spells and dwelling on past experiences. A minor argument/incident may become an ongoing sulk or cry.
2. Too Much/Not Enough Sleep, Significant Changes in Eating Habits
I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. -Ned Vezzini
You are either asleep all day, having sleepless nights, or sleep inconsistency. Some find that when they are asleep, they are happier. Depression can cause changes in eating habits. Someone that is depressed may eat more due to the instant feeling of gratification. Others may be turned off by food altogether. It’s likely to experience weight gain or weight loss.
3. Worry, Agitation, Irritability, Anxiety
So you try to think of someone else you’re mad at, and the unavoidable answer pops into your little warped brain: everyone. -Ellen Hopkins
You literally wake up on the wrong side of the bed daily with no known reason. But you do know that everything and everyone is going to feel your wrath. People with depression can experience mood swings throughout their day. One moment they are at an extreme high and the other, at an extreme low.
4. Pessimism, Indifference
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You aren’t sure what decision to make because you don’t really care. You don’t really care about anything. Everything is pointless and painful. In your mind, nothing is greener on the other side. People who are depressed experience feeling hopeless, indecisive, numb. This is a crippling effect as it alters daily activities.
5. Loss of Energy, Lethargy
I waste at least an hour every day lying in bed. -Ned Vezzini
You got a full night’s rest but you’re still tired. You don’t have any reason to get up to eat, shower, or even turn on the television. These are all strenuous and impossible tasks at the moment. Work isn’t something you can bear the thought of going to. People with depression can experience lethargy, a loss of energy,
6. Feelings of Guilt/Worthlessness
Whatever is happening to me is my own fault. I have done something wrong, something so huge I can’t even see it. -Margaret Atwood
You can’t shake the feeling of having no real purpose here on Earth. You can’t stop feeling bad for yourself. You can’t stop feeling angry with yourself for feeling bad for yourself. In your mind you are a burden. People with depression suffer from feelings of guilt and worthless. This can lead to self-punishment.
7. Inability to Concentrate
I am never present. I am always in my mind. -RBF
You’re listening but you’re not really listening. You’re not really listening because you’re thinking. You’re thinking but about nothing really. Or you’re thinking about the way you’re feeling. Since you can’t focus you forgot about your girlfriend’s award dinner, now there’s trouble at home. People with depression suffer from memory loss and an inability to concentrate.
8. Lost Pleasure in the Once Pleasurable/Social Withdrawal
I saw the world in black and white instead of the vibrant colours and shades I knew existed. -Katy McGarry
You love going running every morning, meeting up with your friends, visiting your family every Sunday, or being a creative. Now, you wake up and you just do not feel like it. You’re numb and the thought of talking to anyone sounds like climbing Mt. Everest. People with depression experience lost pleasure in the once pleasurable and social withdrawal.
9. Unexplained Aches and Pains
My body hurts no matter what. -RBF
It doesn’t make sense why you feel the way you feel. You think, maybe it’s because your back hurts or it’s because you have a headache. It’s the only thing that makes sense so when someone asks whats wrong you say “My head hurts.” People with depression can experience phantom aches and pains or actual aches and pains.
10. Recurring Thoughts of Suicide
Losing your life is not the worst thing that can happen. The worst thing is to lose your reason for living. -Joe Nesbo
You’re thinking there is only one way out and it’s not by sticking around. You’re tired, exhausted, and the pain feels unbearable. You think about one thing and lately it’s been one thing only. People suffering from depression experience recurring thoughts of suicide. If you are experience this it is best to speak to a loved one and seek help.
In a nutshell, depression affects your feelings, thoughts, behavior, and can cause physical discomfort. It’s simply brain chemistry that can be triggered by grief, changes in your hormones, and difficult life circumstances. I’ve experienced being knocked down to 0 and before I got to 50, I was down another 100. Not to mention, depression is a lover of all things human; it does not discriminate.
Women are 70% more likely than men to experience depression. That doesn’t mean men don’t experience depression. It just means 30% of men do. Young adults ages 18-25 are 60% more likely than people 50 or older to experiences depression. If you experience 5 or more of these symptoms and they persist beyond 2 weeks, seek help. By the way, this isn’t a choice. The only choice you have is to take steps towards getting better.
PS. If your desire is to be happy. The first step is to understand why you aren’t.
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