#crowded room

[dakkano]

Crowded room

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[defeatedai]

The music pounded through the basement, lights strobing in shades of violet and blue. It was supposed to be a night of release — a night to forget the dust of exams and the weight of what came next. But for Evan, the laughter had turned sharp somewhere along the way.

He leaned against the wall, barefoot, the air cool against his skin. His shirt was gone, misplaced in the chaos of dares and half-serious games. People were still laughing — not cruelly, not kindly either. The sound blurred together, a wave of noise that filled his chest with something he couldn’t quite name.

“Man, you okay?” someone called out. It was Jonas, the host, holding a cup that had long since lost its fizz. His expression wasn’t mocking, just concerned — like he couldn’t tell if the joke had gone too far.

Evan nodded quickly, his throat tight. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… cold.”

But inside, he wasn’t sure if it was the chill or the sting of being seen — not for who he was, but as part of the night’s amusement.

He remembered laughing too, earlier — when someone tripped over the speaker cord, when drinks spilled, when the lights flickered out and came back brighter. It had all felt harmless until it wasn’t.

The crowd’s laughter faded as Jonas stepped closer. “Hey, come on, man. Let’s get you your stuff back.”

Evan managed a weak smile. He wanted to believe that was all it took — a hand on the shoulder, a few kind words to pull him back into the warmth of the room. But even as he nodded, part of him stayed frozen at the wall, caught in that space between pride and vulnerability.

He realized then that sometimes, laughter had edges — soft enough to hide the cut until it was too late.

[hearts4werka]

NNN day 21 | Uninvited Judgements

summary: you were invited to a party by one of your friends, of course you brought Matt, your boyfriend along despite him being slightly younger, everything was going by smoothly and everyone was having great fun until you went out to the bathroom and when you came back you saw your drunken friends surrounding Matt, not suggesting anything good by their loud laughter…

warnings: ANGST, heavy language, arguing, party setting, drunk guests, bullying, age discrimination, age gap, all of the drinking characters are of age please drink responsibly and be aware of the possible consequences! & possibly more

authors note: nnn is soon coming to an end and the Christmas season will start which means… more Christmas fics! (And more smut) I am already feeling the spirit and love this season so much, also sorry for not posting this fic when I was supposed to but something personal happened and I couldn’t finish it that day and I hope y’all understand , but anyway luv y’all sm and hope y’all enjoy this one

The music bounced through the walls of the small apartment, a vibrant background to the laughter and conversation that filled the air. Matt adjusted the collar of his shirt, visibly feeling a little self-conscious under his excitement. He was still getting used to being around my friends, most of them were several years older than him. We had been dating for a few months now and while I loved spending time with him, he couldn’t shake the feeling he was still trying to prove himself.

I took his hand and squeezing it gently. “I’ll just be gone a minute,” I said, leaning in to kiss him softly. “Just need to use the bathroom. You okay to hang out here?” “Yeah, I’m good,” he replied, forcing a smile. “I’ll grab a soda or something.” As I slipped away into the crowded bathroom, Matt leaned against the counter and glanced around. Most of the partygoers were off in groups, cups in hand and laughter mixing with the music. He was about to reach for a drink when he noticed a couple of my friends gathering near him, their faces flushed and attitude high from the alcohol they have consumed.

“Look who it is!” one of my friends Mary slurred, her eyes shining with mischief. “Little Matt. What’s he doing here all by himself? Waiting for his mom to pick him up?” Matt felt heat rush to his cheeks, an uncomfortable mix of embarrassment and irritation. “I’m fine,” he muttered, trying to brush off the comments but the lack of a reaction from him it only encouraged the others. “Oh come on!” another friend chimed in with her laughter ringing loud. “You’re dating a woman who could practically be your aunt! What is she like, 25?” The group burst into drunk giggles, clearly enjoying the show of the younger guy, considering him as an easy target.

Matt clenched his fists at his sides, feeling a swirl of emotions and his gut twisted in upset. The teasing only got worse, the insults sharper, the references to our age gap digging deeper until he just couldn’t stand it anymore. “I’m not a kid for gods sake,” he shot back but his voice barely cut through the intense crowd. Their laughter only grew louder, cutting off his words. When I finally returned with a bright smile lighting my face while Matt was the opposite, livid and his skin prickling with anger. I noticed the tension immediately as I maneuvered through the crowd toward him.

“Everything okay?” I asked concerned looking from him to my drunken friends who had just finished their turn of jokes. “They think it’s hilarious that I’m younger,” he said, unable to keep the annoyance from his voice. “Why do you even hang out with people who think it’s okay to make fun of someone like that?” I looked caught off guard while blinking rapidly. “I don’t think they meant anything by it, Matt. They were drunk and you know how that goes. They joke around, they don’t always know where to draw the line.” “A line?” he snapped and frustration spilling out of his expression. “It feels fucking disrespectful to make jokes about someone’s age! Like I’m some boy toy you’re just playing around with. Do you think I like being the center of their jokes?”

“Matt, just chill out for a second,” I ushed, raising your hands for him to calm down. “You know they didn’t mean for it to hurt you. It’s just banter! They were drunk—” “No, it’s not just banter!” he raised his voice louder than he intended. “It’s condescending and you’re just brushing it off like it doesn’t matter!” I felt my heart racing, a mixture of anger and hurt beginning to swirl in my veins “You’re making a huge deal out of this. They’re not bad people, they were having a good time! You can’t just get upset over everything people say when they’re drinking!” “It’s not ‘everything’! It’s just this! Ugh!” he exclaims, frustration lacing every syllable that left past his mouth. “Sometimes I feel like you don’t even see how it affects me. You just make excuses for them.” With that, one of my friends—a guy named Jake who had been listening nearby—snorted. “Who knew Matt had such thin skin? Can’t handle a little fun?”

Matt’s gaze flicked toward Jake, becoming stiff in his stance. “And you’re an ass.” “That’s rich, coming from someone who’s basically a kid,” Jake retorted and shaking his head. “Matt, just ignore him,” I pleaded but he was too far gone now. “No, fuck this…” he muttered, stepping away from the group who had been laughing at his expense. He turned to me with his eyes blazing. “I’m not playing this game. I’m not gonna sit here and take your friends’ bullshit. I’m done.” Before I could get a single word out past my lips, Matt turned on his heel and moved toward the exit, the door slamming behind him. The sound echoed in the now silent apartment as everyone exchanged glances, the party suddenly feeling much less exciting.

I tried to process what had just happened, a storm of emotions swirling inside of me. My friends still buzzing from the drinks, didn’t have the capacity to understand. They were just drunk and careless. But Matt? His feelings were painfully real and visible for anyone and my heart sank knowing I would have to find him and somehow make sense of this mess my drunk friends have put me in now.

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[system-of-a-feather]

Imma be real, I kinda started watching The Crowded Room as a "well if it sucks then I can validate my distrust" + "I need something in the background while I draw for Art Fight" and am honestly really actually liking it so far.

I actually kind of recommend watching it assuming you can stomach the mentions and references to the trauma types one would expect when doing basically a character study show on someone with DID.

A thing I didn't know until watching it is that it isn't actually about Billy Mulligan - which I greatly appreciate since I both do not think he is representative of people with DID and should not be given more light than he already has and, while I haven't researched enough into it, I don't really like the idea of "oh it was my other alter that did crimes" as a validated concept and I'm not entirely sure I agree with the idea of DID being used as an excuse

((that is completely putting aside that I do not think that it shouldn't warrant individuals getting help rather than being put into prison, but that's less on the 'innocence' and 'excuse' as much as "I am pro-not putting people in prison and instead in places that idealistically and hypothetically should help them improve and get help / care"))

[iconsrequestsworld]

more the crowded room with danny icons please?

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