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kyday · 4 months

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Solace | Kate Bishop

Summary: It's one of those nights again where Kate disappears and doesn't come back until it's early morning. You have finally had enough. warnings: bad writing (sorry not sorry), few swear words. light angst with a happy ending. enjoy!! wordcount: 1200+ ------------------

Katiee 💘: hey love, i know you’re at work right now, but im just telling you that ill be busy the entire day. I have so much to do today so i might not be able to open my phone as often.

You: hi babyyy, its fine. i get it, just make sure to text me once everything is over, okay? love you.

Katiee 💘: of course, dont worry. love you too, mwuah! 9:23 am

It was 11:34 pm, the flickering lights of NYC fluttered outside your window, and the constant noise of cars passing by was nothing new. You had been up all night waiting for a reply from your girlfriend, Kate.

Her last reply was in the morning, after that— radio silence. Her silence was unnerving, although you had gotten used to her doing this, it never was this drastic. You kept opening your phone every time it turned on, expecting it was her message, but still; nothing.

You: babyy, are you free noww? if not, i hope you finish up soon. mwuah. 6:02 pm

You:

heyy, i know this is probably just one of your busy days but are you donee? lucky misses you already. text me when you get this. 7:35 pm

You:

kate, Im getting worried. you haven't been answering the entire day. is everything fine? please text me once you see this. 9:00 pm

You:

Kate??? Please tell me you’re okay. I'm worried sick. 9:58 pm

You anxiously paced around your bedroom, at the corner of the room Lucky was sleeping on his bed. He was planning on staying up with you but at 10 pm he accidentally fell asleep. You make your way to the dining room, leaving a light on— you’ll wait for Kate here.

You can feel your eyes slowly giving up, trying to keep yourself up— you try to rub your face to stay awake a bit more.

This hasn’t been the first time Kate has done this. Ever since last year when she hit that large bell tower, she had changed. There were times you often pretended to not know when she had cuts or bruises— she was a bad liar. You can often see her limping or wincing every time she moves.

You never questioned her about it though. You didn't want to overwhelm her especially since her mother got sent to jail for murdering people. But ever since that— it seemed like she was burying herself in her work more and more. The cuts or bruises were more visible, you remember when she didn't come home for a day and she blamed it on her cousin who was in town and wanted some tour around NYC.

Right as you were about to fall asleep, you heard the sound of keys clattering and curses being mumbled as the person entered the front door. You recognized the voice to be Kate. “Fuck, fuck fuck.”

She stopped in her tracks when she saw you standing in front of the couch. There was a moment of silence between you, “Where the hell have you been?” You questioned in disbelief. She puts down her bow on the nearest table, you watch her intently.

“The company had me go overtime since there were extra projects due. Look, I sorry-”

She explains but you quickly cut her off. “Oh my god, then why the hell do you bring your fucking bow or why couldn't you even text me once? Do you think I'm stupid Kate?” She sighs, massaging her temple.

“Y/n, let's not do this right now.” She mumbles, giving you a tired look. “I'm tired, we can talk about this in the morning.” You shook your head immediately.

You stepped closer to her. “No, we are talking about this now. Because in the morning you’ll be gone even before I wake up. Goddamit, I'm not oblivious! I know that your work isn't from seven am to eleven fucking pm!” Kate is starting to become more irritated with you, trying to bite her tongue from saying anything.

“What the hell are you hiding from me? I was worried sick, I waited up until what? Eleve-” You look at the clock. 12:10 am. “Its fucking midnight!” Kate knows she deserves this, but she's tired, way too tired to fight right now.

“Who said you had to fucking wait for me?” She replies, stunning you.

You let out a sarcastic laugh, “Oh my god, maybe because I'm your girlfriend, Kate! Have you ever thought of that?”

As the tension in the room thickened, Kate's expression softened, and she let out a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to worry you," she said, her voice tinged with exhaustion. "I know I've been distant lately, and I haven't been completely honest with you."

You can feel your frustration, but you are also worried. “Then why, Kate? Why do you keep shutting me out? Why are you not telling me the truth?” Kate looks down in guilt, her superhero duties have been such a huge thing for her that she forgot her true priority, you.

“I haven't been honest with you..” She starts off.

“No shit Sherlock.” You mumble, earning a smile from her.

She coughs, “I know this may uh- this may seem unbelievable but I've been working with Hawkeye to bring this organization down.” She stopped to see your reaction, but your face was like stone. “And just— today we were so close to getting them but they got away.” Kate continues, her voice turning into a whisper at the end, you can hear the disappointment in her voice.

“But you didn't have to hide it from me, Kate.” You start, tears welled up in Kate’s eyes.

“I didn't want to make you worry, I'm so sorry.” She whispers.

You walk over to her and wipe her tears. “I'm always worrying about you, you know that. It doesn't matter how crazy your story is. Hell, if you told me you were fighting aliens, I would believe you. Because I trust you, Kate. And I need you to put that same trust in me.” You explain, hugging her.

You can feel her nod against your chest. “No more secrets, okay?”

“Okay.” She mumbles, latching onto you.

You chuckle, “Come on, we can cuddle in bed.” She protests for a second, saying she wants to lie down on the floor. But you manage to convince her into going to the bedroom for cuddles.

She plops down on the mattress, and you follow behind her. “I'm sorry again, I won't do it again, love.” She looks up at your eyes, you smile at her.

“It's okay now. Just go to bed, okay?” She nods, and she inches closer to you before pressing her lips onto yours. “Goodnight baby.”

“Goodnight love.” Kate mumbles tiredly, cuddling up to you. And for a moment, the loud cars outside quieted down, and the bright city lights weren't so bright anymore.

Kate realized that she could only have this comfort with you.

#kate bishop x reader #kate bishop #marvel #oneshot #light angst #angst with a happy ending #fluff

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lucy90712 · 10 months

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Part 2 of the Gavin parade story please!!!

Part 1

WC: 2.4k

You: hi this is y/n you gave me your number during the parade earlier thank you for the compliment by the way

How cringe I can't believe that's the first message I sent but it's too late to do anything now I'll just have to deal with it and hope that if he replies he doesn't think I'm weird. Oh god what if he never replies and I look like an idiot for thinking that the Pablo Gavi would ever actually want to talk to me. I bet the whole team is laughing about the fact that I actually text him. I don't think I can ever step foot in the camp nou ever again. Just as I was spiralling my phone dinged so I scrambled to the other end of the sofa where I'd left it only to see that one of my best friends had text me asking about today. As I was about to put my phone back down another notification came through this time it was actually from Pablo.

Gavi: wow I'm surprised you actually text me sorry if that was weird I just had to find a way to talk to you

You: no it wasn't weird at all it surprised me but it was a nice surprise

Gavi: good I assume you are a Barca fan so would you like to come to our next home game I would love to meet your properly

You: I would love that thank you so much

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I always get stressed a few hours before a Barca game especially when I'm going to the game but this time I barely slept as I can't stop thinking about the fact that I'm actually going to properly meet Pablo. I'm really excited as we have been talking over text and have FaceTimed a few times just to get to know each other a bit more and he's the sweetest person but him being so nice coupled with the fact that he's so attractive has meant I've developed a slight crush on him. This is a problem as although he called me beautiful in the message he wrote I feel like he just wants to be friends I mean he has other things to focus on he doesn't need a girlfriend right now let alone one who has her own set of problems to deal with. Our friendship so far has been great and he's a lovely person to talk to so I don't want to ruin that by giving away how I feel and making him feel uncomfortable.

Thankfully I don't have work today so I have been able to spend the day worrying about this evening without having to worry about work too. Having nothing to do has meant that I have spent far too long deciding on what to wear to the game. I couldn't decide whether to wear a Barcelona jersey or normal clothes as I want to support my team but I don't want to look like an idiot in front of Pablo. In the end I found a good compromise and put on a normal outfit and then put a jersey on over the top as that way I can change if I need to. Then I spent way too much time deciding whether I should put on some makeup and do my hair which ended up with me having a small bit of makeup on and fixing my hair slightly but not going all out.

When it was time for me to leave I grabbed my phone and my bag and walked to the bus stop as I don't have a car. Taking the bus can be a nightmare on game days but I have worked out a goody system where I get off a few stops earlier and then walk the last part of the journey as it's often quicker due to the amount of traffic. This evening the bus was busier than usual so I had to stand but I didn't mind as I had headphones in and I could look out the window as I zoned out. There was so many people wearing Barcelona jerseys on the streets and many of them had Pablo's name on the back. Seeing all of those fans made it really sink in that in just a few hours I'm going to meet the golden boy of the city which is probably what all of those people dream of doing. Thinking about it that way somehow made me less nervous as I have the opportunity to do something that so many people will never do so I have to make the most of it and not think about how it could all go wrong.

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The game was so amazing, the last home game of the season is always special but this time it felt even more special as the team finally got the trophy. As if things couldn't get any better Pablo scored the last goal at the camp nou as we know it which is really special. With it being such a special match the team celebrated for a bit longer so I waited in the stands with all the fans until I got a text from Pablo telling me to come down to meet him along with where to go as I don't know how to find the locker rooms. As I made my way down there my hands were shaking slightly as I'm so nervous but I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down and put a smile on my face.

I headed down the corridor and stood outside the locker room ready to text Pablo to tell him I was there but before I could he saw stood in front of me smiling. His smile was so contagious and instantly made me feel completely comfortable around him which I didn't expect. He was quick to bring me into a warm hug which had my stomach filling with butterflies and my cheeks heating up but I tried my best to hide that from Pablo. I felt so at home in his arms it was like we had known each other for years and hadn't just met a few seconds ago I can't believe anyone hates him as he's just the nicest guy. Eventually we both pulled away and he kept smiling at me as he moved to stand an acceptable distance away from me.

"It's so nice to finally meet you honestly I still can't believe you text me after the parade" Pablo said

"Sometimes you have to do something spontaneous in life and I'm definitely glad I did" I said

"I'm glad you did too as now I get to see your beautiful face up close" he flirted

"Oh um thank you" I replied stumbling over my words and blushing

As we were talking more of the team left the locker room so he introduced me to them in between our conversations and all of them were super lovely too. Pablo and I stood in the corridor for probably close to an hour just talking to each other before someone asked us to get going so we had to leave but we still kept talking as we walked.

"Do you have any plans for the rest of the evening?" Pablo asked

"No I don't" I replied

"Would you like to come back to my place then?" He asked

"I would love to" I said

Once I said yes Pablo got all nervous all of a sudden which made me nervous that I'd done something wrong. He was also mumbling something under his breath which I couldn't hear but I assumed he was talking to himself so I just kept following him thinking that this is something he must do quite a lot as I wouldn't know otherwise. When we made it to the door to the car park he held the door open for me and then I continued to walk with him towards his car. At some point we just stopped walking and he looked at me which really made my heart race as I had no idea what was happening.

"Are you ok?" I asked

"Is this a date or are we just hanging out as friends?" Pablo asked

"I um I don't know I'd like it to be a date" I said

"Then it's a date" he said

This time as we walked he grabbed hold of my hand which had my heart beating even faster than it was before if that was even possible. He then opened the door to his car for me before going round to get in the drivers side. Luckily by this point it was dark outside and Pablo went out the back exit so no one noticed that I was in the car with him as I was a bit worried about what would happen if we were seen together. Once we were on the road Pablo and I started talking again and this time we were flirting a bit more now that we had established that there must be some feelings there as we are calling this a date. It hasn't really sunk in until we were flirting that I was on a date with Pablo I mean that's what I was dreaming of happening and here we are. The fact that Pablo must actually like me really gave me a lot of confidence to be a bit braver than I would've been earlier.

The drive to Pablo's place wasn't long and when we arrived he again opened my car door me and then held his front door open to allow me in first like the gentleman he is. He gave me a quick tour of his place before asking if I was allergic to anything so he could make dinner for the both of us. I felt bad that after a long match he was making dinner for me instead of getting to relax but when I tried to help he wouldn't let me so I just sat on the countertop and watched him cook. He was surprisingly good at cooking at no point did I feel like he was going to set the kitchen on fire which I think is pretty good plus he cooked everything for long enough so I wasn't going to die either.

Once the food was ready he finally allowed me to help as he got me to dish up while he set the table. I should've realised that he was just distracting me as when I went out to the table he had set up candles and made it all romantic. Pablo is really full of surprises as I didn't see him being the type to do something like this but I'm not complaining as it's nice to be treated so well as all of my last dates have been real assholes. We ate dinner quietly but afterwards we went and sat down on the sofa together to play fifa as we both like to play.

Pablo is a lot better than me at fifa and a lot more competitive so he won every game but I didn't mind as I was having fun and Pablo was enjoying winning. After I lost for the fifth time in a row Pablo seemed to feel bad as he definitely let me win the next game as I could see the smile on his face as he kept giving me the ball and allowing me to score. Once I had won the game he turned the game off and then came back down to sit next to me trying to subtly put his arm around my shoulder but subtlety isn't something he's good at so to make things less awkward I leant my head against his shoulder. He then started playing with my hair very gently which made me smile as I have always liked people playing with my hair.

We sat in silence for a few minutes before we both looked at each other at the same time. There was a lot of tension between us, if anyone else were to walk in the room it would probably knock them out. Neither of us were quite brave enough to make the first move as once we do we can't go back and we haven't exactly known each other for very long so I'm definitely nervous and I can't imagine how Pablo feels. Just as I was thinking about what could happen if we kissed Pablo began to lean down towards me and pressed his lips to mine. For a few seconds I was taken aback but once my brain caught up with what was happening I kissed him right back. We both pulled away eventually but this time I was brave enough to kiss him again and this time it was much more enjoyable as I was much less nervous.

After coming down from the excitement of what just happened Pablo turned on the tv so we could half watch some tv while telling stories from our childhood so we could get to know each other on a deeper level. I was enjoying myself but it was getting late and I have work in the morning so sadly I had to leave plus I wanted to make the last bus so I wouldn't have to walk home.

"Thank you for tonight I've had the best time but I really should head home" I said grabbing my phone from the table

"Wait did you drive to the stadium as I can drop you back there" he offered

"No I got the bus but it's fine the last bus leaves soon so I can get that back home" I said

"Thats not happening I'll drop you home I can't let you go home alone" he said

"Thank you" I said

Pablo grabbed his car keys and we got back in his car and I didn't even need to give him my address as he already knows where I live which made it a simple journey. When we arrived he walked up to my apartment with me where we had to say goodbye to each other. Pablo couldn't let me go without brining me in for a hug and kissing me one last time.

"So what do you say to a second date?" He asked

"I would love that" I said

"Great I'll text you tomorrow" he said before leaving

Once I was finally alone everything that happened today finally sunk in and all I could do was laugh because it just seems so ridiculous but I did actually just go on a date with the Pablo Gavi. Sometimes life is crazy and doesn’t go the way you think it will but tonight I learnt that that’s not always a bad thing.

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softspaceboibrian · 2 years

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Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy || Eddie Munson || Chapter 3

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Y/N Henderson || I used she/her pronouns, but there is no actual physical description, so the pronouns can be switched with whatever anyone wants or prefers!

Summary: is this a date?

Warnings: swear words; mutual pining, like a lot; Steve being a douche, again (I'm sorry, but he's overprotective of his BFFs). just a lot of fluff and bad writing, as always!

WC: 4829 (I was finally able to write something shorter!! yey me!)

A/N: Thank you again to everyone for the support! i love you all so much <3 just remember to comment or write me a message if you want to be added to the taglist!! Also, look at those puppy eyes in the gif!!

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It was five minutes before the last bell of the day when Eddie walked out of the school. He hated being stuck in the corridors with all those people, so he always found an excuse to leave class early, so he had enough time to go and collect his stuff from his locker and then go outside, maybe even get going if he had a deal to make. But that day, when he walked out of the main entrance, he was surprised to see a familiar figure sitting on the stairs outside, with a book in her hands. She almost looked angelic right then, with the sunlight washing over her, the gentle breeze of early spring slightly moving her hair. Think of a scene out of a movie, the one where the main character sees the love interest, and time seems to slow down. It felt exactly like that. So much that he wasn’t even sure he wanted to disturb her.

“Y/N?” He called out her name. When she turned around and realised who it was, she smiled, and Eddie was taken aback for a moment. “What are you doing here?”

She waited for him to come and take a seat next to her. “I refused to vivisect a frog during science.” She replied, putting a bookmark in between the pages she was just reading.

“You were kicked out of class?!” He looked sincerely shocked.

She chuckled and shook her head. “No, I was excused!”

“How is that possible? If I refused to do something in class, I would probably be sent to the principle straight away.” He leaned backwards, propping his elbows on the step right above and kicking his head back.

She turned slightly towards him, crossing her legs. “Well, for starters, I have one of the highest GPAs of the entire school.”

“Are you saying they would treat me differently if I had higher grades?”

“Well, I don’t know, but it’s possible.” She sighed. “But I think that the biggest thing was that I explained my reasoning behind my decision. Meaning, I explained why I didn’t feel comfortable putting a knife in a frog, despite the animal being already dead.”

“I never really cared about frogs; you know? That’s probably why I liked that activity.”

“Well, I care about frogs. Frogs and all other animals.” She explained. And Eddie found comfort in her love for all creatures.

There were a few moments of silence, Y/N toying with the laces of her forest green Chuck Taylors, and Eddie simply trying not the stare at her hands, her hair, or at her in general. He thought about taking out a cigarette and lighting it, but imagined she didn’t like the smell, maybe she was even bothered by it, so he thought it better to just resist the urge. You know, for her.

“We should probably move from here.” She broke the silence after a few moments. “The bell is going to ring any moment now and I wouldn’t want us to get walked over by everyone.” She stood up from her spot, putting her backpack on her shoulders, and then putting out a hand as a way of helping him get up.

He stared at her for a second, before taking her hand and pulling himself up. However, neither of them had taken into consideration how close together their feet were, so when Eddie stood up, he literally crashed into her, making her stumble backwards. “I got you.” He said almost under his breath, grabbing her by her waist and pulling her back closer to himself. Useless to say that Eddie didn’t want to let her go ever again. Being so close to her made his heart thump, and he didn’t feel comfortable with that sensation, but still, from this close he could smell the perfume she put on every morning. Creep, he told himself, trying to force his own hands to let go of her, but unable to do so.

On her part, Y/N didn’t mind the closeness at all. Actually, she enjoyed the warmth that radiated from his body, from his hands on her hips, and almost wished the bell wouldn’t ring, so that they could stay like that forever. But that moment, which felt like minutes long, was abruptly interrupted by the odious bell, echoing from inside the building. Without thinking, Eddie grabbed Y/N’s hand and pulled her away from the stairs, already hearing the buzz of teenagers ready to go home.

“So,” Eddie said, as he stopped somewhere far from the river of students pushing and yelling to get away from that place. “Why did you want me to meet you here?”

Y/N looked at him, a soft, almost embarrassed smile forming on her lips, as her cheeks slowly turned pink. “I just… wanted to spend a bit more time with you.” Eddie couldn’t help but stare into her eyes, unable to look away. She wanted to spend time with him. “I mean, I was going to use the English assignment as an excuse, but we could also work on the D&D story, if you prefer. Or we could just… talk. Maybe eat something, watch a movie…” Was she asking him out on a date? Was that a date? Or just an afternoon between friends? “I mean if you want… I didn’t even ask you if you were free.”

“I was supposed to meet with my friends.” He really did have band practice that afternoon.

“Fuck, sorry.” She immediately said, taking a step back a looking away. “Ehm… we, we could do this another time, if you want. I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying sorry.” He chuckled, taking a step towards her. “But don’t worry. I had already cancelled.” No, he didn’t. But his mates would understand, right? “I’m free.” She looked at him, waiting for him to say more, as if she needed him to say it out loud to be 100% sure. “We could go to my place.” The smile that formed on her lips was the best reward. Fuck, he thought, I need to stay calm or else I’m going to fuck it up.

Eddie was ready to grab her hand and take her to his car, to get going, but they both heard a familiar voice. “Dude!” They turned around and noticed Robin jogging towards them, followed by someone else. “You did the right thing by leaving the class. I almost threw up at one point!” She laughed. “Hey, Munson!” She smiled at Eddie.

“Buckley” He replied with a quick smile. A smile that faded just as quickly as it had appeared when he realised who was following Robin.

“Y/N, are you ready to go?” Steve Harrington took off his sunglasses and Eddie immediately felt the same urge he had felt until the previous year: the urge to punch him in the face.

“Actually,” Y/N looked at Eddie, then Robin, and finally Steve. “I’m not coming with you today.”

“Is your mom picking you up? I thought I saw your brother leaving on his bike.” Steve hang his glasses on the collar of his t-shirt.

Y/N took a deep breath, as she already knew how he was going to react. “No, Steve.” She shook her head. “I’m leaving with Eddie.”

“What? Why?”

“We’re going… out.” She said, not really sure what to say.

“But you always go out with me and Robin when we have a free afternoon.” He almost whined. Why was he acting like this?

Y/N looked at him for a few seconds, confused. “And? That doesn’t mean it’s mandatory or anything. I like going out with you. But today I want to go out with Eddie.” Eddie’s heart leaped at that sentence. Did you hear that? She wants to spend time with me.

After a few moments of silence, Steve walked up to her and took her by the wrist, pulling her away. Eddie was so ready to throw himself at him, to stop him, but thought it better to just let them talk. “What kind of game are you playing here, Y/N? Huh? You can’t go out with him.”

“Why? Is there some kind of law that prohibits me from doing it? I don’t think so.” Even though she tried to keep her voice as quiet and as low as possible, Eddie could still hear everything they said.

“Y/N, you don’t get it, do you? He’s not a good person.”

“Fuck you, Steve! You’re not my mom. Actually, my mom likes Eddie, so I think that means it’s not a problem to her if I go on a date with him.” A date? Eddie was shocked, just like all the others present. So, that was a date!

“A date? Really?” Steve was now raising his voice, no longer caring whether Eddie Munson could hear them.

“Yes, a date.” And as she said that she could feel warmth raising to her cheeks, knowing full well Eddie was looking at her. They hadn’t said anything about a date, and she hope, she truly hoped he was okay with it. “So, now, if you’ll excuse me, you’re making me late to my date.” With that being said, she freed herself from Steve’s hold and walked back towards Eddie and Robin. “I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” She said to her best friend. And as she nodded back to her with a smile, she grabbed the raven-haired boy’s hand and walked away.

Eddie simply followed her. A part of him wanted to stop her right there, in the middle of the car park, and kiss her, but he didn’t. He just walked beside her, squeezing her hand just to let her know he was with her. When they reached his car, neither of them said anything. They just got in and sat there for a moment.

She was the one to break the silence, eventually. “I’m sorry about that.” Her voice came out almost as a whisper, and when Eddie turned to look at her, he realised her eyes were now glossy. “I truly am sorry. I hate him when he acts like this.”

Eddie reached out his hand, placing it gently on hers. “Don’t worry, I’m used to it. At least once a day I hear people calling me a freak, or making fun of me and stuff. So, I’m used to it.”

“But it’s not right.” She whispered, closing her eyes. “You shouldn’t be used to it.”

“Don’t worry, okay? It doesn’t hurt me anymore.” He smiled softly, trying to get her attention by briefly squeezing her hand. “Hey, I’m okay.”

“But I’m not.” She still wouldn’t look at him. “I’m not okay with it. I know I can’t do much about other people, but Steve is supposed to be my best friend, for fuck’s sake. He should support me! So, if I like you, he should at least try to like you as well, right?”

“He obviously doesn’t like me. And I can’t blame him, because I don’t like him either.” It was only then that she finally turned her head to him. “I mean, look at me and look at him. We’re polar opposites. He was on the basketball team, while I played D&D in a room in the basement. He had girls all over him, while I barely have friends. He probably listens to Duran Duran and Bon Jovi, while I love Dio and Metallica.” He chuckled. “You know, I’m surprised you would even want to go out with me instead of going out with someone like him.”

“Why is it so hard to believe I may like you?” Her voice was still soft, a whisper. “Why can’t I just go out with whomever I want?”

“Oh, princess, you can go out with anyone you like, really. And if that someone ends up being me, then I’ll be the luckiest motherfucker in Hawkins.” He smiled, one hand still holding hers, while the other found its way to her cheek, stroking it ever so gently. His eyes stared into hers as she melted into his touch. And right there he swore he could drown in those eyes, he could live like that, if she only gave him the chance. “Should we go to my place?”

Eddie’s voice was so calm and soft, his smile gentle. Y/N felt the urge to throw her arms around him, to pulling him close and just lay her head on his chest. But she didn’t. She simply nodded, laying her back against the leather seat. However, she did not let go of his hand, holding it tight, and hoping Eddie would not let go as well. And so it was: Eddie drove for most of the time with only one hand on the wheel, and if he needed to also used his other hand, he would then put it immediately back on hers.

Neither of them said much on the drive to his place, finding comfort in the silence, in the sounds of the car’s engine and the nature around them. Eddie would never admit it, but he had always hated silence. He hated being left alone with his thoughts for too long. Which is weird, since he geneally spent most of his time outside of school by himself. Not by choice, obviously, but he was alone most of the time. That’s why he spent so much time listening to music and trying to learn how to play new songs on his beloved guitar. Like Master of Puppets by Metallica. It had just come out a couple of weeks before and he had already listened to that tape for who knows how many times. But with Y/N it was different, it was a different kind of silence. He enjoyed that kind of silence. That was probably why he was disappointed to see the trailer park appear in the distance. He entered the park and pulled up in front of his own trailer. Well, his uncle’s. And in that exact moment he started regretting inviting her over. What was she going to think? She lived in a beautiful home and he lived in a trailer with his uncle. As soon as they got out of the car, Eddie sprinted towards the door, trying to see if it was okay to let her in. It wasn’t a tidy place. He wasn’t a tidy person. But it could have been worse.

“Welcome to my humble abode.” He said, opening the door and moving to the side to let her in. “I know it’s not the best, but… it’s home.”

Y/N looked around briefly, a smile on her lips. “It’s nice. Cosy.” She said, turning to look at him.

“You don’t have to say that. I know it’s terrible-”

“I’m not just saying it.” She interrupted him. “I truly think it’s nice!” She walked past him, still looking around the space. "When I was young, I remember I wanted to live in an RV.” Eddie chuckled at the idea of a small Y/N telling her parents she wanted to live in an RV. “I thought it was so cool, you had everything you need, no stairs, no great distances between your bedroom and the kitchen. And the coolest part was obviously the fact that it wasn’t permanent.” She laughed. “I was so excited at the idea of moving around the country, and not only during summer vacations. If one day I woke up and decided I wanted to wake up the next morning in front of the sea, I could have just moved to the seaside and parked my house on the beach.” She eventually turned back to face him and blushed when she realised that he was looking at her like that. “Sadly, we never even spent a week in an RV. My parents hated the idea. Then, when it was just my mom, she even stopped wanting to go away from Hawkins for a couple of days.”

“Well, now you can come over here whenever you want and pretend you are in and RV.” Eddie laughed, as he walked closer to her. Fuck. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to kiss her so bad. He wanted to put his hands on either side of her face and pull her in. He wanted to press his lips on hers. He didn’t need an aggressive kiss, like one from those scenes in movies where the lovers finally realise that they are meant for each other, so they run to one another, their bodies crashing together, as they engage in a passionate kiss, biting lips and tongues dancing. No, that’s not what he needed nor wanted. He wanted a gentle kiss, one that transpires every single emotion, every single feeling, every single word. All the I need you’s and the I love you’s that had been hanging there, in the air, flowing in that kiss. But he could not kiss her like that. So, he just stood there.

“Show me you room” She said. And Eddie panicked. Why would she want to see his room? His room was messy. He barely liked his room himself. “Come on! I need to know more about you! You saw my room and found out I have a major crush on Brian May. You show me your room and maybe I’ll find out whom you have a crush on.” She chuckled, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. “Please!”

She somehow made her eyes bigger than they usually were, and Eddie lost his words for a moment. Fuck, don’t look at me like that. “Fine.” He sighed. “Just, don’t judge me, okay? It’s… it’s messy.” Still holding her hand, he walked her to his room. When he put his hand on the doorknob, he took a deep breath before opening the door. “This is it.”

Y/N walked pass Eddie and into the room. She looked around, like she did when she first entered the trailer, but this time he could tell she wasn’t simply “looking”. She was studying. He kept his eyes on her, scared to death she might just turned to him and laugh. Her room was much bigger than his. She had a whole collection of vinyls and an entire wall stacked to the top with books of every size. He had a chest full of tapes, most of them sneakily recorded as he “borrowed” them from the music store. He had a few books scattered all around the room. His bedroom was a mess. He was a mess. And he was scared she would notice it. But instead, she took a seat on his bed.

“You still play?” She pointed to the guitar hanging on the wall.

Eddie's eyes followed her finger, looking briefly at the instrument, then back at her. “What?” How did she knew about him playing? He had never talked about it with her. Did Dustin say something?

“Corroded Coffin, right?”

He looked at her obviously confused, but mostly surprised that she knew that name. “How do you know about that?”

“We went to the same middle school.”

“Impossible! I would have remembered you!”

“I was very different back then than I am now.” She sighed. “And I was good at blending in the background.” She looked down, almost embarrassed. “But I remember you...”

“Really?”

“Oh, yes…” Her cheeks turned slightly red. And at that point Y/N couldn’t help but think back to her middle school years, those terrible years. It had been hell for her. She looked very different, but she liked the same things she did now. And people made fun of her because of that. People made fun of her for dressing up as Bowie for Halloween. People made fun of her for wanting to read during lunch break instead of talking about boys. Not that she didn’t like boys. She liked boys. And girls too. And maybe that was the reason she tried to avoid talking about crushes and stuff. She was afraid people might start bullying her for that too. But she did have a crush on someone. There was this kid, he was two years older than her, he had a buzzcut. She remembered going to the school’s talent show and watching him play with his band. Many thought they were lame because they weren’t very good. But she thought they were awesome. She thought he was cool. But when, after the show, she had finally gathered enough courage to go and talk to him, maybe even just to become friends with him, she heard him talk with his bandmates about that blonde girl in her year that was doing that cheerleading number. He heard someone say that she was pretty, and she took it for granted it was him. So, she just ran away. Then he moved to high school the next year and she no longer saw him for some time. Until she moved to Hawkins High. And he was there. He no longer had a buzzed head, and tattoos had started appearing on his arms. He obviously didn’t know who she was or even if she existed, but still, she couldn’t help but look at him in the cafeteria, or smile when he walked down the hallway and their eyes met for a split second. She was head over hills for him. She had been for a long time. But he had never even talked to her until two days before. And now she was sitting on his bed. On a date with him? If she had told Steve when he was still in school that she had a crush on him, he would have made fun of her. He would have reacted similarly to how he had reacted the day before during their car ride, calling her crazy because he was not a good person, because he smoked and was a freak. But she knew him better than he did, better than anyone did. She had watched him for so long, hoping that he would just look at her, smile at her even. And in the meantime, she had learned things about him. She had learned that he played an invisible guitar whenever he was bored in class, moving his hand under the desk and moving his fingers like he would on the strings. She knew that he bounced his leg when he was stressed because she saw him do that during tests. He would always put his tongue out a bit whenever he was concentrating. He enjoyed spending time with his D&D friends, but he really had a soft spot for her brother: she had noticed the change in his demeanour when Dustin had joined Hellfire, and how he acted differently whenever Dustin was around or not. That was something that drew her even more to him. She loved her brother with all her heart, and the guy she had feelings for – feelings she would never admit to have – treated her brother like that. She had won. Well, not yet at least, since he had started talking to her only the day before. But they were on a date now. And that must have meant something.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” Eddie took a seat next to her, close enough so that if either of them where to slightly move their leg, then they would be pressed against one another’s.

“Play something for me, would you?”

Her request took him by surprise, especially after that long moment of silence. “You don’t like the music I know how to play.”

She turned to look at him and smiled. “Try me.”

He looked at her for a moment before he got up from his seat to go and take his guitar off the wall. “Any request?” He asked as he leaned against the chest of drawers, putting the guitar strap around him.

“Play a song you like. Any song.” She moved a bit back on the bed, crossing her legs and propping her head on her hand. “Maybe I’ll surprise you with my knowledge.” She winked at him.

Right then and there, he wanted to run outside and scream. He wanted to scream because the woman of his dreams was sitting on his bed, asking him to play her a song. He had dreamt about that moment a million times, and now that it was actually happening, it didn’t feel real. Please, someone, punch me in the face. Actually, no, don’t do it. If it’s a dream, don’t let me wake up. He took a stray pick from his jacket’s pocket and cracked his neck, before shifting around a bit, trying to find a comfortable position. He had to play something cool, something that she would find cool. He took a look around the room, looking for inspiration. That’s it, he thought. And so, he began playing.

He played for a little over three minutes, just standing there, and Y/N couldn’t take her eyes off of him. She had played the image of him playing his guitar at the middle school’s talent show over and over in his head, trying to imagine how he would have looked today. But no imagine that she had created in her head could have compared to what she had right now in front of her. That wasn’t just cool. He looked hot. He was there, with a concentrated look on his face, his little tongue slipping out, but then moving to biting his bottom lip. Fuck me. She thought. And she meant that in every possible way. When eventually Eddie finished the song, she didn’t know what to say, afraid that if she spoke too soon, she might actually confess whatever she was thinking in that moment. So, she waited for him to put back the guitar and come lay on the bed next to her.

He stared at the ceiling for a moment, before turning his head slightly to the side, catching a glimpse of her smile. “So, did you enjoy it?”

Hell yes, I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it so much that, if I didn’t have a bit of self-control, I would be all over you right now. “Very much.” She replied, moving her hair behind her ear. “I love Too Young To Fall In Love.”

Eddie propped himself up on his elbow, a surprised look on his face. “You know Mötley Crüe?”

“I must say, I may be a bit mainstream, but I really like Shout At The Devil.” She smiled. “And I also enjoy Too Fast For Love.”

A song about sex. Did she just explicitly told him she liked a song about sex? “How do you know about Mötley Crüe?” He was still confused about that first fact, about the fact that she knew that band. “I thought you listened to Bowie and Queen.”

“Yes, and they are my favourites! But they’re not the only artists I like!” She laughed. “I told you I would surprise you with my knowledge!”

He had spent so long thinking she was so different from him, that they would not have much in common, and then, in less than two days he found out not only that she like the same authors he did, but she also enjoyed some of the artists he loved. Marry me. And if that wasn’t enough, she understood him more than anyone had ever done in his entire life. He had never been a big fan of theories such as that of soulmates, linked to one another by an invisible string. He had always thought it was stupid and that soulmates didn’t exist. But in that moment, lying there on his bed next to her, he could feel his heart change. He felt like he had always known her in some way, or that they were destined to meet, maybe even to be together.

“I think you’re really good, by the way.” She said, eventually lying down as well, rolling onto her side so that she could look at him.

“Nah, I’ve played for so long, I should be better than this by now.” He rolled on his side as well, now facing her.

“Maybe you just have to learn how to play something from a different genre. It might give you a fuller experience and you might even learn something from it.” She smiled, only a few inches dividing them. “That’s what I did when I found myself writing the same things over and over. I wrote something completely different, and that helped me find a new perspective.”

He looked at her, fighting with his entire body the urge to touch her, to kiss her. “I could learn to play something you like.”

She bit the inside of her lip, trying to keep herself from smiling too much. “You would? For me?” She asked, thinking he was just making fun of her.

Anything for you, he thought. But the words didn’t come out of his mouth. So, he simply nodded.

“Well, in that case, my favourite song is Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears for Fears” She said, moving forward to place a soft kiss of his cheek.

Eddie’s heart started racing, leaping, and he felt like his stomach was all tied in knots. He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t say a word. Fuck, he thought to himself. I’m fucked. He kept looking at her. Am I falling in love?

A/N: so, if nothing happens, tomorrow I will finally go to London for my vacation, and I'll be back on Monday! I'll write the fourth chapter then! In the meantime, enjoy this! Don't forget to let me know if you liked this! Love you, my lovelies <3

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swearyshera · 1 year

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I’m sorry what??? You have a furry ex who (tried to?) committed murder?! Alice you can’t just share things like that and not give us the full story

Oh, there is the most batshit crazy story behind it. I'll stick it under the cut because it has next to nothing to do with the blog (other than to provide partial explanation as to why I'm like this). Cw for murder and horrifying sexual acts.

I'll also say, just before I start, that some of you may be aware of this - may even be aware of my involvement - so I'd ask you not to talk about me in relation to it too much. I've changed a few things about myself (including my name) to try and ensure a clean break from it, but I'm happy to talk about it still.

So... Cast your mind back to autumn 2008. At that time, a sprightly young 20-year-old me met a 19-year-old guy that we will call Steve (that's not his real name). Now, being woefully naïve and having at-the-time undiagnosed BPD, I was the sort of person who would fall deeply in love with anyone who showed me the slightest bit of kindness, and Steve did. He seemed caring, had a wild sense of humour, and genuinely appeared to love me back.

And what that did to me was that it made me ignore an entire truckload of red flags. His house was one level above a squat, bare floorboards and windows, no heating ("We can just snuggle under a blanket and share body heat") and I'm pretty sure he spent more money on beer and DVDs than he did on food. But I didn't seem to give a shit, those rose-tinted glasses were stuck firmly on, so I just ignored that stuff. There was worse, too, things that I felt a little uncomfortable with at the time and only realised years later were... well, let's just say I'd implore everyone to be able to identify what consent does and doesn't look like, because it's not always clear when you don't know for sure.

Anyhow, we'd been together about 4 or 5 months. He spent Christmas with me because he had no family to go to, I visited his house, played the "slightly bemused partner at the furry meet-up" role a couple of times, and things (at least to me) seemed to be great. Then one weekend in February, he mentioned that he was going to see some friends - absolutely fine by me, he did that fairly often and I didn't think anything of it. I texted him in the evening asking him how his day was, and he replied "Had a good day, but didn't go meet them".

That was the last message I got.

I didn't hear from him for the rest of the evening. Or the day after. Or the day after that. I got worried, because it wasn't like him to go silent - he wasn't even online on MSN (2000s reference!). And then I got a message from his aunty asking if I'd heard from him - that rang alarm bells. I reached out to a few of the people he knew, and no-one had heard a thing.

He'd been 'missing' for about a week and a half when I got another message from his aunty. She asked me if I knew a guy called Craig (again, not his real name), and I didn't. Then she asked me something that I can still remember verbatim to this day, she said "Do you have a loving family? You're going to need them, I'm sorry." and sent me a link to a news article. I clicked through to find a story in a local newspaper about two men being held for attempted murder. One of them was Steve.

The next few months flashed by as I found my belief about who he was completely trashed and flipped upside down. I discovered he'd been seeing multiple people behind my back, including this Craig guy, and I tried to find out what had happened, and what eventually came out was a completely other life that I didn't know about. I spoke to the Police about him, and was expecting to speak as a witness at the trial (in the end, thankfully, I did not have to do that). But the reality of what happened was fucking wild.

Steve and Craig had developed some weird-ass master/pet relationship, which led to 'role play' about killing Craig's parents. Craig felt that they were controlling and he'd only get peace if they were gone. In the trial, Steve testified that he thought it was not serious, although if that was the case, why did you fucking do it. On the night he sent the last message to me, he had been at Craig's house, made a show of saying goodbye to him and his parents, then waited in a nearby park. He played a game on his PSP to pass the time.

Later in the evening, once his parents had gone to bed, Craig texted Steve to invite him back in. Once he'd arrived, he was handed a knife and told to go upstairs and stab them which for some fucking reason he agreed to. Now Craig's dad was thankfully on the ball and wasn't quite asleep, and he fought off Steve and wrestled the knife from him, before restraining him and calling the police. Initially, Craig was thought to be an innocent bystander, but he was soon arrested too. Steve was charged with attempted murder and conspiracy to murder, Craig with conspiracy, and in court, both were convicted of conspiracy to murder (but cleared of the attempted murder charge).

If you think it doesn't get more fucked-up than that, boy, do I have a surprise for you. Imagine someone's asked you to commit murder - you'd want something in return, right? And indeed, Craig did offer Steve something. What, you ask? Money? A means of escape? Nope! For successfully killing Craig's parents, Steve would have the opportunity to bite off Craig's dick. I am not joking. If he stabbed some middle-aged people, he would get a fucking sausage sandwich.

So yeah... that's what happened. My life has been an absolute soap opera (although honestly, this seems a bit far-fetched even for that - but I swear to you, every word of it is true).

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lovebatty · 8 months

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𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐊 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 | 𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨 & 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 ♡

Warning(s): none, be happy!

Note: Is this another scenario that I've been thinking about for a while but for some reason never executed❔ And I think it turned out very nice so I put it here anyway. (⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)🩷

New pair of sneakers.

Romantic: (I can't believe I was able to buy so many things in one day! ♡)

Romantic: (I knew it was a good idea to come when I saw that promotion, but I think it's time to return to the Sakamaki mansion.)

Romantic: (Ayato-kun must be at home waiting for me to eat together, after all, I promised I would teach him how to make takoyaki!)

Romantic: He-he ♪ Well, then let's go home.

Person A: Look at those sneakers! I want to buy some of those someday.

Person B: Yeah! They are a new collection line!

Romantic: Oh? Sneakers?

Romantic: (Wait... I feel like someone had told me something similar about sneakers, but who?)

Romantic: ...Oh! It was Ayato-kun, wasn't it?!

Romantic: M-my godness, how could I forget?!

Romantic: (Ayato-kun...)

Romantic: (It's true, he has a game this weekend and he had told me that his shoes were already quite worn out after so much time.)

Romantic: He said maybe he would go buy a pair of sneakers when he felt like it, but I'm already here.

Romantic: ( And... what if I buy Ayato-kun some sneakers? I don't think he would dislike the idea! I would like to do it for him as well. ♪)

Romantic: Will I? W-well! Trying never hurts anyone! I'm going to sent him a message right now.

—Ayato's Room, Sakamaki Mansion.—

Ayato: Mh... hah...

Ayato: Pwaah... who the hell is texting at this hour?

Ayato: Ah? It's Chibimushi... What does he want now?

My Romi ♡«

꒰ 💗 ꒱ Ayato-kun! ♡⁠ (⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈ ⁠) Sorry for texting you so suddenly, it's just that I'm here at the mall and I wanted to ask you something really quick.

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ Yeah? What's up?

Ayato: (I hate being woken up...)

Ayato: (Oh? He already responded?)

꒰ 💗 ꒱ It's just that while walking here I remembered that you had told me that you wanted a new pair of sneakers because the ones you have are already worn out.

Ayato: So that's about it...

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ Yes, that's true. I have been meaning to get myself a new pair.

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ Why do you ask?

꒰ 💗 ꒱ Well, I saw some models here at the mall that I thought you might like, I would like to send you photos of some so you can see, is that okay?

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ Yeah, sure. I guess that's fine.

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ But don't expect me to be praising you for it or anything, hehe.

꒰ 💗 ꒱ Alright! ╰⁠(⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)⁠╯🩷

꒰ 💗 ꒱ Don't worry, wait a moment, okay? I'll tell them to show me a few sneakers, take a picture and I'll send them to you.

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ Don't be late, Chibimushi.

*Romantic sends the photos after 20 minutes.*

Ayato: He finally sends them! Let's see..

Ayato: Che, there are too many models, I can barely concentrate on one...

Ayato: (I don't think any of the sneakers here will convince me...)

—Kaminashi Shopping Center, Shoe store.—

Romantic: He replied! I'll see what he said...

Romantic: (Oh... Ayato-kun didn't like any of them? I assumed something like this would happen, but I was a little hopeful.)

Romantic: (None of these models are his style after all, I should try with something else... I'll tell him if I can look for more.)

Ayatito chulo ♡«

꒰ 💗 ꒱ Ow... :( I'm sorry, Ayato-kun, these are the ones I found in the store that were a bit similar to the ones you had.

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ It's 'kay, stop worrying about that.

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ Maybe I’m not even going to buy a new pair of shoes anyway. I don’t even know what I want.

Romantic: (Ayato-kun...)

꒰ 💗 ꒱ (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) Then?

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ No, Chibimushi. I'm fine like this, I appreciate the detail but I'm hungry, just get your ass back home, will you?

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ I will be waiting, plz take care.

꒰ 💗 ꒱ Yes, I love you. ♡

Romantic: ...That wasn't what I had in mind.

Romantic: There must be something that might be his taste... Ayato-kun can't keep wearing the same sneakers all the time!

Romantic: I know he's not too patient for these things...

Romantic: I need something like... Oh! I know!

—Ayato's Room, Sakamaki Mansion.—

*Another 25 minutes later.*

Ayato: Tsk, what the hell is he doing? This is ridiculous, he already took too long and I hate having to wait... and he knows it.

Ayato: Chibimushi...

Ayato: (I know he likes to show me affection with gifts... and he appreciates me, as he should! But— only Chibimushi spends his money on crazy or even useless stuff.)

Ayato: (I can buy it all myself, I don't need anyone to do it for me.)

My Romi ♡«

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ Hey.

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ Are you okay? Is something holding you up?

Romantic: Ayato-kun, i'm here!

Ayato: Chibimushi—!

Ayato: You're lucky I'm not mad at you! Your late, what's with that? Why did you take so long?!

Ayato: ...Why did you even bring a whole shopping bag if you were only buying the takoyaki ingredients?

Romantic: He-he ♪ that's because I bring a surprise with me.

Ayato: Huh?

Romantic: Ta-daaa! ♪ Your new pairs of sneakers!

Ayato: ...!

Romantic: B-before you say anything, I... would like you to see them and try them on...

Ayato: Romi...

Romantic: They are even nice in person, open them!

Ayato: Pfft—! Hahaha~! ♡ I have no idea of what to say now, these are atrocious!

Ayato: These shoes are even better than those that you showed me in the photos! How much did these even cost?!

Romantic: I-it doesn't matter! The price is the least important thing.

Ayato: Thank you, Chibimushi. As expected of my boyfriend you could only bring me the best.

Romantic: Well, of course!

Ayato: But, seriously, Chibimushi.

Ayato: You didn't have to do it, we're not on a holiday and it's not my birthday either, isn't?

Romantic: W-what?! Don't say that! Giving you gifts is like giving you little parts of me...

Romantic: Your happiness matters to me especially when it is something you have wanted for a long time...

Ayato: You're kidding, right? Romi...please stop that speech already.

Romantic: I... I think you deserve it for all the good you have done, not only for me, but also for yourself.

Ayato: ...Heh.

Ayato: Thanks, Chibimushi. You know I love your gifts... big or not, if they are as important to you as they are to me, then I will put them to good use.

Ayato: Besides, I could never refuse you after making a fool of yourself with such pretty face saying how much do you love me.

Romantic: So, will you use them?

Ayato: Duh, and you will go to the game with me.

Romantic: Y-yes!

Ayato: That's it... Now, let's eat takoyaki together, okay? That's an order, I'm starving.

Romantic: Mm... Alright. ♡

Romantic: (His kisses are so sweet, I can feel his words filling my heart completely... knowing that now he will have a memory of me in the next game.)

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ciaossu-imagines · 5 months

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Hey did you get my pms? Hope you're well today

Hey there! So…I've been told by several of you lovely readers that you really appreciate how I'm always really kind to all of you and really understanding. And I try really hard to be kind, to make this a happy, peaceful, fun blog for you guys. And I'm really sorry for anyone I'm going to disappoint here because I'm not going to be as nice as I normally am.

I have received your direct messages. I was sleeping because it was late at night when they came in Thursday night. So I wasn't able to read them until Friday morning before work. I then worked a full shift, as I do have a job that takes up quite a bit of my time, so I wasn't able to answer right away and honestly, I needed to take some time and think about how I wanted to reply to them because of things I'll cover later on. This came into my account around the time I was eating an early-ish supper on Saturday, so the messages hadn't even been sitting unanswered for very long, to be honest. As said, I work a job, volunteer with Mental Health, have to sleep and eat, have regular therapy appointments, have friends in real life I try to see in person or reply to their texts with some regularity (even though sometimes it can take me days or even a week to even answer friends texts) so I don't have as much online time available and what time I have online is largely spent lately writing the actual requests and posts for the blog (mostly in advance, and then finding the time to proof and then post them), clearing my inbox and draft folders. I've been honest and upfront always on this blog that I'm very much trash on replying to private messages and that it does take me a while to find the extra time, and social battery as I am an introvert and sometimes just can't find it in me to want to talk to people directly, to want to message back. On top of that, I had five other people waiting for replies to their direct messages to me that I hadn't replied to either at that point, now four of them, and some of their messages have honestly been sitting there for over a week. I am working on answering people back, but please respect the fact that it can take time and, maybe because of my neurodivergence, but reminders that the direct messages are there and hey, answer them because someone is waiting make me feel really pressured and stressed and definitely not eager to reply or talk to a person.

Now, since you brought this into a publicly answerable space by coming into the inbox, and because honestly, I've been really struggling with how to respond to your messages, I'm going to respond publicly, because most of it I would like to share with everyone who reads this blog. I mean no active disrespect to you by doing so, and will apologize in advance if you take it that way. Below is the private messages sent to me.

First, I do want to say, I do see the compliments in the message. I really appreciate them, they're very kind words, I appreciate the time you took to write them and the fact that reading my posts inspires you to write as well. Thank you very much for every compliment written.

Now, we'll tackle the answers, and things I did want to say, not only to this person but to everyone, step by step. I'm really glad that this person, and many of the others who read my stuff, do see the amount of effort I put into each and every one of my posts. Especially with the AU's, for most of them I really do take at least a day or two, sometimes longer, to really think them out, build up the worlds, figure out how the characters would really translate to this newly built up world, how they'd interact with each other in it, how their relationships in canon can be translated over. For some AU's, I do go and do research to build the actual world…going to use the most recently posted AU here, the mall AU with Eyeshield 21. As mentioned in that post, I went and actually pulled up maps of a mall to consider all the potential stores and since Deimon was really the focus and I set them working at a Cabela's like store, I was like…I know I've been in a Cabela's but how are the stores laid out again, what are all the different sections in a Cabela's and not only did I go look on their website but I phoned a friend I'd been meaning to hang out with anyway and was like 'shopping date? Only thing I ask for stores is that we stop by a Cabela's and you don't make fun of the fact that I'm not going to buy anything, just want to walk the store haha'. With the AU's, the match-up's, the headcanon requests, I'll sometimes even get stuck on whether an idea in my head really matches up with the character and does truly feel right, so I either go watch clips of the character or research, see what trivia I can dig up to either double-check what I already know, or see if I missed anything. So you are right in that, yeah, there is a lot of effort put into my posts and my writing. And I am so, so, SO happy and not at all bothered by putting in that amount of effort. Writing these posts, coming up with the ideas, spinning everything out, it is fun for me, it is something I enjoy, so please don't think that I am complaining about that, just wanting to explain why I'm going to go the direction I am in this reply.

Plain out blanket rule on this blog - if you see something on here you love and you come up with story ideas, with additional headcanons, with something you want to write, draw, do anything creative with? Please, please feel free to do so and to share those things publicly if you are comfortable. I do ask that you give me or my post credit for inspiration, because that would be the polite thing to do and tagging me in it so I can see what you did and geek out and love up on it would make me very happy, but I will be able to shrug it off if you don't, with the only exception to this being The Ever Young, where I do demand credit at the very least because that is at least a year, if not more, of solid world building and character building on my side.

Honestly, even though the AU's and even some of the headcanon posts have given me serious story ideas and I would love to, and plan on, finding the time and creative energy to properly write them out, the fact of the matter is that as writers, based on that one idea, both me and someone else can write it as a story and our stories are honestly probably going to be drastically different, because we'll have different ideas, different views of characters and relationships, different styles and tones to our writing. And I get being inspired by others - I've never made it a secret that the delinquent!Shouhei fic I write and post on here is inspired by some absolutely brilliant and inspiring headcanons shoheiakagi (if you're a fan of K and not following them, please click the link and check them out because they are wonderful and I personally really love their blog and how they help keep the K fandom so alive and active) wrote on their blog and that without those, the fic wouldn't exist.

This particular person though? I'm not sure I love the idea of you taking my ideas and running with them for one very important reason, and maybe it's really mean and petty of me, but it's the reason text on that screengrab of the messages is highlighted. Please make no mistake - what I do on this blog, the headcanons, the AU's, the match-up…everything, really. This is all very, very VERY much writing, just as much so as writing fic. I've written, in my storied fandom career (which started on Quizilla, way back in 2002 guys, yes I am the cryptkeeper), short fic, long fic, roleplaying posts - both as an original character and as canon characters, comfort letters to people from their favourite characters, quizzes, choose your own adventure stories, and what you see posted on this blog and my former one polycanons. And I can absolutely guarantee you that they are all forms of writing, that they all can be extremely time-consuming and hard to write in their own ways, that they all take effort and creativity. To reduce what I do on this blog into 'not exactly writing'…to be honest, I struggled with whether to even answer the messages and how to do so because I do accept my neurodivergence means I might overreact to things at times and I wanted to give my brain time and space to really think on what you sent to see if I was potentially overreacting. But honestly, it's now Sunday, three days after the messages were sent and while I would have liked a little more time to process and think about this, this person seems to want a more immediate answer so… I might be overreacting and I might be being petty, but I am also stating my truth when I say that the way that was worded came off to me as so incredibly dismissive of my hard work on my posts and a little disrespectful of me as an actual writer, to the point where it really invalidated any compliments you did give.

Honestly, while I love each and every single one of you, my constant, lovely readers, and will terribly miss you (my heart will, honestly, ache a little over the loss and I will carry you lovelies in my heart and wish you well) I will ask, as I'm asking this person, that if you really honestly and truly hold the opinion that what I do here on the blog is 'not exactly writing', if you can't even give me that baseline of respect, then please unfollow me and please do not use the ideas that I, as a writer, come up with.

#admin talk #i might be being a bitch #i might be overreacting #but this is how i feel and honestly #those words really hurt both my feelings and my brain #so i am truly sorry for being mean #but I couldn't think of any other way to answer this #like genuinely i am almost crying posting this because i hate being this mean #but i don't know how else to answer because not answering and/or blocking seemed even more horrifically rude and a little undeserved

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allegra-writes · 2 years

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HII! I'm really curious if you're still taking requests but if you are can you please do a season 2! billy russo x Krista dumont's sister reader when the reader comes to visit Krista but she met Billy instead, and then after a few hours of talking to each other they slept together (oh dear) Then Krista caught them. If you're able to make it tysm!

I am for this, I can't resist a chance to mess with Krista Dumont. I changed it a little bit, but I hope you'll like it anyway.

"Sanctuary"

Part I

Gif by @benbarnxs

Billy Russo x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Only mentions of blood for this part but this series will include oral sex, rough sex, semi-feral Billy and canon level physical violence (not towards the Reader)

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The knocking on your front door made you jump from your seat, big cats documentary left on pause as you eyed the blue laminate wearily. It wasn't late enough in the evening to be truly alarming but, in your experience, nothing good ever came of unannounced visits. And you had already had enough of those for the day thanks to your dear sister's anyway. You had half a mind not to answer, pretend there wasn't anybody home, but a part of you was curious too, a part of you wanted to see which one of the few idiotic coworkers who had your address was desperate enough to seek your help.

Your friends knew better. They had enough sense and forethought not to just drop by, and if an emergency had come up, you would have been summoned to The Slat.

No, this was either someone who didn't know you or didn't care to respect your carefully crafted boundaries, and you weren't in the mood to deal with either, but as the frantic knocking became banging, you had no choice but to get up to answer.

"Hello? Who is it??" You called out, careful not to get too close to the door, in case whoever was behind it decided to kick his way in. Being a girl living alone in New York had taught you a thing or two.

"Dr. Dumont?" A man's voice, unfamiliar and anguished replied. You rolled your eyes. Of course, this was your sister's fault. Wasn't everything, always? "Dr. Dumont it's me, Billy… Billy Russo"

You froze. You knew that name. Probably everyone in the city did, his face had been plastered all over the news all day.

Armed. Dangerous. Do not attempt to approach, call the police immediately. You had the whole spiel memorized by then.

… So why were you opening the door instead of dialing 911?

As it was, the man you found on the other side of the door looked nothing like the picture painted by the news, not even with all the blood covering him. He didn't look angry or threatening, if anything, he looked a little pathetic, with those big brown eyes shiny with unshed tears, face covered in fresh scars, and visibly shaking Billy Russo looked terrified.

Billy Russo looked broken.

“You-You're not Krista…” He mumbled, visibly taken aback.

You resisted the urge to scoff.

“Sorry to disappoint” Your tone was softer as you asked with genuine concern, “Is that your blood?”

Billy seemed to hesitate but ultimately shook his head no, eyes fixed to the floor unable to meet yours.

You sighed, stepping aside to make room for him,

“Come in”

It was probably unwise to turn your back to an alleged mass murderer covered in blood, but that was precisely what you did as you led the way to your tiny kitchen, mind running a mile a minute as it tried to play catch up with your heart.

“My sister is not here, but I can call her if that's ok with you?”

He frowned at that as if mystified as to why he wouldn't agree to you using a phone.

“Yes” He finally decided, “just- just put in on speaker”

You did, so you both listened as it rang and rang until it sent you to voice-mail. Not surprising, since your sister rarely, if ever, picked up your calls. You left a vague message informing her one of her patients was waiting for her at your place and hung up.

"Would you like some tea while we wait?"

"You know who I am" It wasn't a question, so you didn't answer.

"Why are you so calm? Why are you helping me?"

The truth was, you didn't know. You could try to rationalize it, tell yourself your boss had shown interest when the news of his escape first broke, but that wasn't your job and you weren't one to go above and beyond strictly what they paid you for. Or tell yourself that, much like your sister, you were a bleeding heart for lost causes, but you had never shared her particular brand of daddy issues. And you didn't want to think you were shallow enough for the reason to be his puppy dog eyes and pretty face, painfully handsome even with those scars. You had no answer satisfactory enough even to you, let alone him.

So, you deflected,

"Would you rather I'd be freaking out and calling the police?"

He shook his head no,

"I'm sorry,” Billy conceded, placating, “I should be thanking you for being so kind, for helping me, I just-... I'm not used to people showing me kindness. Except for your sister, of course,” He quickly added, as if you needed the reminder of why he was there. Or maybe, he was reminding himself.

You wondered, not for the first time, exactly what kind of bond your sister had with her patients.

“The world is unkind” You repeated your father’s words, still clear inside your head even after all those years, “it’s why we try not to be”

“Well… I- I appreciate it” The wanted fugitive smiled at you, small and tentative, and it all made sense then: How a man could get away with so much as Billy Russo had supposedly had, how an intelligent, powerful woman, a homeland agent no less, had fallen for it, fallen for him, had let herself be snared by the man in front of you, too busy being mesmerized by his charisma to realize he was compromising her investigation and plotting her downfall.

And apparently, you were the same. The way your heart skipped a beat told you you were exactly that shallow, your judgment as compromised as Dinah Madani’s investigation, and maybe even your sister’s good sense if she had any, to begin with.

You were supposed to be smarter than that, to be better than that, you had to if you ever wanted to be more than the Kingpin’s spider, his favorite little spy. You made a point of always allowing yourself to be compassionate, as much as a way to soothe your own conscience as to spite your boss, but you couldn’t afford yourself this.

Billy Russo could not stay.

“And please, I don’t want to abuse your hospitality” The man in question was saying, eyes lowering self-consciously, calling your attention back to the moment, “but I would be very grateful if I could wash up before Dr. Dumont gets here… ”

You blinked. Yes, that was exactly what you needed, to get away from this man and his strange influence. Plus, it would give you the perfect opportunity to call your sister again and make it very very clear that if she didn't show up soon to deal with her problem, it would become the police’s.

“I’m sorry. You are being so nice already, I shouldn’t have pushed-”

“I’ll get the shower ready for you”

Billy was unmistakably confused as you led him through your apartment, ignoring the guest’s bathroom in favor of your more secluded ensuite, but if he noticed the potential trap, he didn't say it. For your part, as soon as you were out of his sight, you shoot your sister a quick Telegram message, threatening with calling the cops just as you had planned. It was obviously a bluff, if the cops entered your building your boss was bound to hear about it, but Krista didn't know that. There was a lot about your life your sister didn't know about, to her you were just her loser little sister she was embarrassed of, a drop out who was lucky to have a temp job at Fisk Industries. You had no intention to set the record straight, let her ride her high horse, you knew the truth. You had plenty of dirt on her stored away, just in case, and you were willing to use some of it if your little bluff didn't work.

Sibling rivalry had always been very real with you, as serious and consuming as adults as it had been when you guys were little, eclipsing it all until it was the only thing you could see in your tunnel vision.

Which was probably why it caught you completely unaware when you stepped into your bathroom to give Billy some clean towels only to find him standing there, naked from the waist up, a tower of pale smooth skin and muscle. All strong and beautiful and male, you could physically feel your mouth going dry, your pupils dilating, all the air suckered punched out of your chest.

He seemed to grow taller under your gaze, his whole demeanor changing as the seconds passed while you were blatantly staring at him. Shoulders twitching and then falling back, spine straightening, Billy took half a step forwards, looming over you so you were forced to crane your neck to look into his eyes, somehow even darker now. The change was so sudden, so complete it made you dizzy, gone was the vulnerable, broken man on the verge of crumbling you opened your door to. In his place, stood a predator, so elegant and deadly as the panthers you liked watching on TV so much. As one corner of his mouth rose in a devious smirk you understood there was no escape.

Billy Russo was going to eat you alive.

To be continued...

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo x reader smut #billy russo x you #billy russo imagine #billy russo fanfiction #the punisher #ben barnes #mcu #marvel

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cyanocoraxx · 9 months

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I jus wanna say that I've read thru all yur fics like..a while ago and haven't gotten the chance to say it until now - but I absolutely love how you portray metal and the others. I've read and reread every fic a couple times and auug just...wow is what I have to say

I stumbled upon the fic with Metal like hiding in the dark first about..a few weeks ago? But reading everything afterwards got me through a pretty tough time, the stuff you write is such a pleasant specific in exactly what I want to read about and I thought I'd never find it but I did! And I'm so glad it exists too :] I'll have to read through everything again and give more in depth compliments but I love love love how you show each character dealing with their problems and how some things persist even though they're out of it happening further, even through that all they're managing it the best they can and they're helping eachother with the stuff they struggle with [i.e silvers ear, mechas sight, neo being mute]

I love how they all have their own ways of showing affection towards their siblings too, the way Neo quietly lingers and watches to Silvers jokes its just auaughhg such a breath of fresh air

I DO wanna ask though it was in my head I think in chapter 16?? or so of Damage, where Neo is apologising to the badniks - was one of those responses a reference to Whirl by any chance? It me stop for a second when I read it hshshsh / pos

okay firstly i'm so very sorry for the late reply, you sent this 4 days ago and i was at WORK for 4 days and wanted to take the time to sit down and respond properly <3

thank you. i can't say it enough so just imagine that i'm on my knees sobbing with the biggest eyes right now because the fact that you took time to send such a lovely message is so uplifting and just EPIC..........

in regards to the pleasant specific thing, a lot of the things i covered/cover in my stories are things i see not being addressed in others and i want to try offering something that isn't discussed as often or as in depth as it should be. i often find that, in many stories, a character struggles with a personal issue, disability, or other hardship and then some hero comes along and makes it all just fine or is able to hold their hand through it 24/7. reality doesn't work that way and i wanted to reflect that in a lot of ways.

yes, neo can speak to mecha in their coded language, but not to other beings without sign, which not everyone understands either. being able to speak to mecha is a plus, but it doesn't make neo's life easier. it's frustrating. it's isolating. it means they may need to depend on mecha sometimes. but when it works out and someone can communicate with them freely, it really works out, and there's that spark of hope and community. silver is deaf in one ear and can compensate in some ways, but it trips him up spatially and internally as it should. mecha's ptsd comes up a lot, as it should - yes, mecha has a support system in her family, but nobody can outright "cure" her trauma. it's something she will carry with her, some days are better than others. silver's grief at experiencing loss at a young age isn't fixed by having his brothers come home safe again. it was traumatic and frightening for a young being like him, and that's something that changed his outlook on life and mortality. he was comparatively lucky that neo was able to be repaired, and he knows that. he feels strong empathy for anybody who lost someone who just. can't come back. then we have the other side, which is mecha's lack of empathy and initial emotional flattening. a lack of empathy doesn't mean a lack of compassion and i wanted/needed to explore this. mecha is undeniably one of the kindest characters i created and she can't feel the depth of emotion that others do. wanted to challenge the notion that a lack of empathy means you're inherently a bad person, because by all accounts, mecha wants to do what is right and good and makes sense. neo's psychosis lingers and he worries about coming out of remission. silver's adhd-like mind moves fast and with emotion. MANY THINGS!!!

i love so so much that you picked up on the different kinds of affection as well, it made me VERY happy and i did a little dance to myself!!!!! silver is very physical and verbal, neo is very protective and banters, and mecha tries to understand by speaking and listening closely.

and YES. i fucking love whirl. i don't remember the exact refs i made when writing but there's a couple of transformers bits here and there.

writing the original fic was a long process. i originally started back when i lived in a phsyically/emotionally/financially/you name it-abusive home. i had just come out of a months-long psychotic break caused by the stress, discovered i was a system, all that fun stuff. through the course of the fic i escaped, lived with a few different friends in different cities, went thru the whole trans coming out thing, and by the last chapter i was sitting in my own home with my pet rats on my lap and we were all safe and happy - with c-ptsd, scars, and other shit still with us, but we were finally okay. it really was like coming home and it was the perfect time for the story to end. i think, in a way, writing the brothers pulled me through and to hear that it's helped others is so lovely. i'm so glad. i hope you feel better, and if not, stay resilient, be kind to yourself, always. my inbox is always open. <3

#asks #long post #thank you endlessly #comments like this make me undescribably happy

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xamassed · 1 year

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⟬ @clavicula-ovis ⟭

The little human had arrived back from RAD a bit late today.

Normally he would let people know if he was going to veer off unexpectedly to go visit this place or that, if he was going to be later than anticipated. But this time a good hour or so had passed before he sent a message to the group chat simply reading

{ Sorry for the delay. I'm coming home now. }

It felt... weird. No explanation what held him up, no fanfare, nothing. But when he got home, the answer was as clear as the moon in the sky. Littered all over his body were bruises and mud caused by his blood mixing with dirt — blood that came from a few noticeable lacerations over his arms, a couple on his chest, and one that split his lip in a diagonal slice.

Yet he seemed serene, unbothered by the injuries. Sure he stumbled and needed a moment to set his bag down and catch his breath, but he wasn't upset in the slightest beyond a hiss or a wince there when something hurt. Even when he had spotted Mammon approaching, his expression was so relaxed with those soft eyes of his.

"Oh, Mammon!" Xavier spoke with a small smile, as best he could with his damaged lips. "Sorry I took so long. I need to wash up, but I'll be able to spend some time with you after that."

[ xav ]

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎That's all ya got to say?! ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sorry for the delay?? ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Ya owe me more than just an apology!

The initial text had been sent to the group chat, but the messages sent in return spammed the private thread between the exchange student and the second-born.

"Are you being weird again?"

Mammon sat in the common room with his brothers, the one sitting closest to him spotting the name at the top of his DDD screen. "I ain't!"

"He totally is."

"Listen, ya don't think it's a little weird the way he apologized? How d'we know somethin' ain't wr——?!" The sound of the front doors opening snapped Mammon from the start of his rant and pulled him through the hallway like a fish snagged on a hook. Despite their cool heads and mocking words, the others followed behind him.

Mammon readied himself a lengthy complaint about the one casual text and the lack of replies, but the discoloration along Xavier's skin and the open wounds made each and every scathing word die in his throat.

Behind him, his brothers stared in stunned horror.

"Are you hurt?!"

"What happened?"

"Xavier, you have to tell us. . ."

Mammon gave all of the oncoming questions and comments a wave, the gesture sharp and decisive enough that it silenced his brothers. He didn't show it outwardly, but his brothers knew that something was brewing.

It was a deeply hidden, tightly chained anger that was so rarely touched on. It was terrifying when it rattled at the bars of its cage, but it remained restrained for now.

"Mammon. . ."

"Shut up. I'm gonna take care of 'im." The normally flippant and carefree demon came closer, a hand cupping Xavier's cheek. He was careful not to press on tender skin and do more damage, but he did sweep his thumb just shy of the gash on the human's lip.

"Get in the tub, wash up." The hand that caressed at his cheek moved up into his hair, where he pushed the strands away from his sweat and mud-stained face. "I'll be there in a second, and I better find ya in there."

He wouldn't accept excuses. He expected to see Xavier soaking in a few minutes time. But while he guided his human out of the foyer, he scowled to his siblings and muttered to them in a low, growling tone.

"Find who did it, but don't touch 'em. I'll take care of it."

#claviculaovis #claviculaovis ; xavier #「 ( mammon ; ic ) 」#「 v. ready to face the mammon? ( mammon ; obey me ) 」#「 r. some things are meant to be ( mammon ; xavier ) 」#( subtle anger will stay while he's helping xavier but once he's patched up and in bed )#( the one that did it will be in way worse condition :))) eheheh )

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tlpom · 9 months

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Chapitre Quatre

Since he knew about the Internet, a virtual world where people communicate with letters instead of voices, Mer had been able to find his peaceful land. On the Internet, he could chat and laugh. He could have many friends without being afraid of their judgments and teasing. The Internet was the only place where he felt free.

"Is that why you are less willing to see me at school than on the internet?" I suddenly asked.

"No! I'm just afraid if you often meet me at school, people will think you are gay..."

I took a deep breath, then typed: "It's okay! Because actually, I'm gay."

My mind became hesitant a bit, but my heart still forced me to continue: All my thoughts over the past few days gathered into shapes, which were waiting to explode after Mer's answer.

However, contrary to my prediction, there was a dreadful silence from the other side. I buzzed him, but there was no response. Did Mer think I was just joking? A picture of him abruptly popped up in my mind: A boy whose eyes were as deep as an autumn lake's surface while his soft hair slightly covered his forehead.

Then, I looked down at the keyboard and typed carefully like cosseting each letter as if I was speaking out my words: "I like you."

Mer still hadn't replied yet. The anxiety in my heart multiplied again. I should have taken another and more appropriate time to open up the emotions that had been hidden in my heart all this time - which had arisen since the first day I saw him studying on the stone bench. Maybe Mer would think I said that just because I condoled him? Maybe he thought I enjoyed teasing him like my friends before? I stood up, left the computer there, then went back and forth like a madman. Suddenly, a new chat message was announced, I quickly stared at the screen. I couldn't believe it in my eyes when I saw the words he had just sent: "I'm sorry. I'm not gay."

"It's impossible! How could it be possible? My heart was racing. I didn't believe it. Everything about Mer told me that he was like me. He didn't like sports, just enjoyed reading books. He's an emotional, fragile, and vulnerable boy. The most obvious hint was his voice! But now he's telling me he's not gay?"

Thinking back on those days when I was older, I also found myself at that moment too childish, and selfish, being a guy who arbitrarily imposed my thoughts on that boy and forced him to love me as I did...

"Fleuve, you were so bad."

"Don't you believe me?" Mer typed a smiley face, but why did I feel that smile was so sad? "Everyone thinks I'm gay because of my voice. But the truth is... I'm not. I have a crush on a girl, bro... "

By the time I read the last words, I felt like the ground under my feet was collapsing. It was like being sucked into an abyss, falling perpetually into the deep darkness.

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 1 year

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Thank you for the lovely advice!

We are the same as always is when we hang out. My town is quite small so I know everyone and everyone knows me.

Our friend group are a weird bunch of people who are non judgemental first of all, and that's what got us together. Maybe you know and maybe you don't but small towns can be quite harsh to people that are or look "different".

I'm quite introverted so I let her have her space and to make other friends, I'm content in just our friend group, so I have no desire to make new friends, or haven't had in a while. So we're already on that "we don't have to hear from eachother often".

She knows I'm a hermit, and although or interaction is not as frequent (we see eachother every couple of weeks), when we do see eachother it's very meaningful.

So it's just a bummer to have her dismiss this, and pretend everything is fine when it has not been quite a while. And I'm weird about it, since I say it exactly how it is and she tends to avoid conflict, so I'm unsure how to approach this.

The latest developments are:

She's been pushing our movie nights away by not answering, I let her know at the beginning of the week I will be free Friday, Saturday and Sunday, she did not respond to those.

Messaged me out of the blue yesterday and asked if I was here in town, since I was busy that last week, and asked if I can make some time to go out with her and someone else.

She sent that yesterday morning expecting me to say yes so we can probably go out that same day.

I wasn't free and frankly, her question pissed me off just a bit, since she disregarded everything I said previously, so I didn't respond to her the whole day, until that evening. And now she is 👻

Thank you again for answering my previous ask, I just feel like I've been going in circles here feeling crazy.

I really hope you're having a wonderful day so far! We have some sunshine and wind currently, my favourite! 🩷

Perhaps her lack of response to your messages is just out of being genuinely busy or not having the mental capacity to reply in that moment?

I don't think her messaging you last minute was an attempt to slight or disrespect you, she probably realised she'd forgotten to message back and felt awful, so wanted to see if you were free to hang out then. I bet if you'd have gone she'd have been stroked to see you.

Why not reach out and say something along the lines of "I'm really sorry I wasn't able to make it to hang out the other day, I would have loved to but it was really last minute, and I already had plans. What's your availability over the next couple of weeks? It would be great to plan something to do together, just the two of us, as I'm missing your company."

It's open ended enough that there's no pressure on her or you and allows you enough advanced warning to actually get a date in the diary. You could also use the time that you hang out to talk through how you're feeling.

I've just finished a super busy work day and my back is hurting, so I'm looking forward to relaxing and laying in the bath this evening!

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taegularities · 2 years

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Hi I'm here to vent 😭😭😭 I'm sorry, you can always choose not to answer i just needed an outlet. Please don't feel obligated, i would understand if you don't read/respond.

I had a falling out with my best friend from school because she misbehaved with my boyfriend. When i confronted her about her behaviour she told me I'm a shitty friend and that I've never been there for her. It's not true, but that's a different story altogether. So basically we had a falling out but i called her after sometime and we agreed to stay on good terms. This was like 4 years ago. Recently I found an old picture and sent it to her just to laugh about the memory and she told me she was getting engaged. I was happy for her, i even cried lmao, it took me back to school days when we used to joke around about getting married. Anyway, we video called and she told me she was getting engaged, she wanted me to know before I got to know from insta lol. I was happy for her. She invited me too, so i said I'll come. We we 4 close friends in school, she is still close friends with the other 2. A few days ago she called me to tell me that they're not inviting many people to the engagement due to rising COVID cases and it'll be an intimate thing between family members. She said she'd let me know if things changed. Now this trip for her engagement would've been my only chance to see my long distance boyfriend who i haven't seen in 2.5 years. I was counting on it, she knew it. I told her already. When she told me it's going to be an intimate thing and they're not calling people, i was upset obviously. 2 days ago, i saw that the other 2 friends have most definitely gone to the engagement. It wasn't intimate. It's pretty clear she didn't want me there but i wasn't raised to be judgemental so i will give her the benefit of doubt that she mightve forgotten to tell me. You know what's funny? I texted her 5 days ago asking if everything was set for the engagement. she had a chance to tell me then, she even replied to my message but then left me on read. Why am I feeling betrayed and hurt when i know she was capable of this? They didn't even try to hide their stories on insta. So basically if i feel shitty, i feel shitty. They don't care. I am genuinely happy for her and i only wish her well but i am also hurt. She should've had the courage to tell it to my face if she didn't want me there, i would've understood. Why am I crying over a friendship that was broken years ago? Why does it feel like it broke all over again and the wounds just reopened? I don't even feel disappointed anymore, i only feel hurt. The world is a shitty place, rid. I'm not sure i want to raise my kids in a world like this. I guess I'm more upset about losing my only chance to meet my partner (she knows everything about our relationship and how hard it's been for us) but being made feel like trash by an old friend is a close second. Irrespective of everything, i did reply to her story congratulating her. I just cannot let my kindness wither away because of some random people.

I feel lighter just writing all of this down so if you read this at all, I'm thankful for you for listening. I hope you're having a great day. If you do choose to answer this, thank you. You're kind and amazing. Also your fics help me escape pain on a daily basis so I'm grateful for you. :)

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hey hey! it's okay !!

hmmm 🤔 so i’m speaking out of experience, bcos i had a falling out with a friend like that before as well. but i think there are things you both should think about. i feel like it’s super valid but also a little unfair of you to only look forward to the engagement bcos you’d be able to see your partner. after all, it’s a big day for her, and it should be about her, too ofc. though i really truly get your feelings, too, because i understand wanting to see the boyfriend after such a long time.

and regarding your friend. you said she is still friends with those other two, but you and her just reconnected a while ago; which was just a few conversations, right? so i also kind of get why she would invite close people and those she doesn’t talk to anymore not. like, if this ex-friend of mine invited my other friend but not me, i’d know why; because we aren’t in touch anymore, so it’s valid. that being said, i don’t find it cool of her though that she invited you and then uninvited you, but didn’t give you more information on that :/

i’m so sorry you feel hurt, she could’ve definitely communicated with you. but do also remember that she’s (probably) not a big part of your life anymore, and that she can do with her engagement and wedding whatever she wants to. just the way you can do whatever you want to! you are both not obliged to please the other. remember that people come and go, not everyone stays, and that those who hurt or upset you aren’t worth your time.

she doesn’t seem like she wants to bring back the friendship you once shared, and that’s okay, because that’s how life works, i think! your feelings are all valid, and i hope you feel better soon. i’m really happy that venting helped you tho !! as well as my fics, it’s so freaking nice to hear that you think that 🥺 <3

#just a small note regarding vents (not this one but in general dw !!!)#do put a tw or cw at the top of a vent so i know if i'm like mentally able to read it #since i have triggers too! i would appreciate that <3 #notes for rid 🌹#S. anon <3 #long ask

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my-reality-my-rules · 3 years

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[this was actually written on a previous post, but I've decided to put it on the blog intro just in case.]

I've been inactive on tumblr for a bit too long lately, so, i suppose everyone deserves a proper explanation for it. I'll admit i haven't exactly been in the best headspace in the past year. ever since the last quarter of senior high, I've been declining with nearly everything i used to enjoy. now, with college happening, the pressure's increased. i haven't gotten around to fully focusing on shifting alone, which is a reason why i haven't been as active with tumblr as i had in 2021. there's other things in my CR i still need and want to focus on and set right. some people might be exasperated with me for being sporadic with updates. believe me, I'm irritated with myself as well. so, I'm putting this out here to say that i do plan on finishing all the drafts that i have piled up, eventually—but i have no guarantees as to when exactly i would be able to do them. [and if you've sent in a message that you've been waiting for a reply to since last year, i just want to say that i really am fucking sorry for not getting to it faster.] this was also just a reminder that no, this blog is not dead, just inconsistent. and no, I'm not putting it away any time soon, but it won't be a priority for me—not right now. that's it. stay safe, lovelies, and happy shifting ❤️❤️

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hello there! this is a reality shifting blog—more focused on answering asks. feel free to send in anything you'd like; whether it's a story, a question, or a simple message.

this account is purely for asks and submissions. if you want to ask about and/or see information on my DR's, go to @i-left-my-room-tidy!

as the blog title and my username suggest you have your reality, you have your rules, and your world is ʏᴏᴜʀ bitch—no matter how bad things seem to be. i encourage you call to live the life you want—so long as you don't compromise others' wellbeing(s) in comfort of your own.

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ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴅʀ'ꜱ:

ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ

ɴᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ

ꜱʜɪꜰᴛᴇᴅ: ʏᴇꜱ

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be specific in your request

please, i mean this. i hold no ill will against the messages i receive in my inbox, as i did mention that it's quite the free-for-all—whether it's a story, a question, or whatnot. all i ask is that you be clear about what you want. one of the main reasons i take such a long time with my posting intervals is because I've been so stuck at trying to figure out what some people need.

so, if it's advice that you're looking for, please remember to tell me what you want, so i know how to help you.

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comfort or solutions?

this is for those who have stories to share, or challenges they need aid with. do you need emotional support, a shoulder to lean on for the moment? or would you like an in-depth explanation for your situation? i can't always do both at the same time, so i need to know what you want to prioritise.

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please refrain from trauma dumping

I'll be honest; i really have no issue with those who want an outlet for their pain. if anything, if it's therapeutic for you and harmless to both yourself and those around you, i encourage it. but you have to understand that i am not your therapist, and it is not my job to offer professional advice. what i can give, i give with my best—just remember to take them all with a grain of salt.

[please have mercy 😭😭 I'm just a broke college student trying to learn philosophy; my brain's already wrecked enough as is during classes]

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kindly remember that this is a safe space.

i do ɴᴏᴛ tolerate: ableism, racism, sexism, homophobia, pedophilia, and transphobia. if you find yourself falling under any of those categories, get the fuck off my page.

i don't care if you're anonymous or so and so—if i see you harassing people on my page or simply making a general mess, i will block you.

additionally, if you don't like the content i make, then scroll. it's not that hard. don't waste your breath, and don't waste my time.

anti-shifters DNI.

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trigger warnings!!

there might be moments in my answers where i mention taboo or unsavoury topics. I'm saying this now if you're planning to dive through the blog some time in the future and find mentions of sensitive matters. i can be very blunt, and i can't guarantee you'll always like what I'm posting. I'm saying it again now—you're free to unfollow or simply ignore me if you feel I've overstepped or done something wrong.

also, additional warning: frequent use of vulgar language ((:

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I've reblogged a post somewhere down the line, mentioning that I'm comfortable with spam likes. interact all you want with the blog! so long as you follow the other reminders, you should be good to go.

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ANYONE can interact with this blog. this is supposed to be a space for reality shifters; ranging between anyone in any demographic—and that includes a mix of adults, minors, and every other person. as such, be mindful when you send in a comment or an ask. it's a matter of welcoming people while still being respectful of their boundaries.

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sporadic, now that i think about it.

please remember this, especially if you've sent in an ask, a submission, or a private message. all these should usually be answered within a week or two. if it's been more than that, and i haven't replied to your message, it would mean either of two things: I'm still editing my response or I'm currently busy.

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SIDEBLOGS:

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ - @everyday-shenanigans

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#so anyways #here's my official intro #shiftblr #shifting #shifting realities #reality shifting #desired reality #shift #shifting blog #blog info #blog intro #shifting shenanigans #Esther's shifting posts

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stray-kids-react · 3 years

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Shy s/o doesn't think they deserve them

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Bang Chan

° He loved your shy personality, he just wanted to cuddle and praise you all day long. Even though you are a naturally soft person, that also comes with a lot of insecurities.

° Your boyfriend is a hot aussie leader with a heart of gold who fans call daddy, you can't but feel that you don't deserve such a God like boyfriend. And he can see it bothers you.

° Chan is a sweet heart who will check in on you as often as he can even with his busy schedule, he knows having an idol boyfriend can be stressful and he wants to comfort you.

° Felix was baking brownies, which you usually helped him out with even if it is just to cheer him on as he does his thing. But both of the aussies noticed your missing presence.

° Chan waltzed up to his studio, where you often hung around when you were at the dorms. Once he walked inside he noticed your figure curled up in a chair.

° You were scrolling through some messages that were sent to you via Instagram. None of the messages were pleasant, and Chan's heart broke as he read the truly gruesome ones.

"Maybe they are right. Maybe I don't deserve you." you sighed, slumping back.

"Don't say that, you are a beautiful person inside and out who I couldn't survive without." He reassured, taking your phone away as he cuddled into you.

Lee Know

° Minho always liked you since you first met during the shoot of hellevator. He was pretty obvious with his fondness of you, but you never believed that he could like you.

° Later on once you began dating, he soon realized how low your self confidence truly was. So he made a promise to himself to try and increase it as much as he can.

° Many fans would threaten you for 'taking Minho away', but Minho would shred the letters before you could see how many there truly were. He knew it would hurt you.

° Minho is very affectionate towards you and likes to show you his love through touch. Whenever you seem down, he will cover your face in small pecks until you begin to smile.

° Has seen how come fans and staff treat you, pushing you around and telling you that you aren't worth his time. Minho took it into his own hands and protected you from them.

° He doesn't like seeing you upset or feel like a burden to him, especially since you are so special to him. Minho asked Chan and JYP if he could take at least a week off, they said yes.

"You didn't have to take a week off just for me, I am okay with your schedule." You explained, ruffling his hair.

"I know you're okay with it, but I needed to get away just for a while. And I miss you everytime you're not with me." He replied, gently placing a kiss to your head.

Changbin

° Will do anything to make you see for at least a second how important you truly are to him, he usually sends you hearts and does an adorable aegyo voice when talking to you.

° When you first began to hang out, you were very distant and almost never said a word. Changbin wanted to get to know you, so he constantly made efforts to befriend you.

° Once you opened up you Changbin, he noticed how self conscious and self critical you were of yourself. His confusion as to why you hate yourself only grew stronger.

° Every morning when you both get out of the shower, he will stand you in front of the mirror and poke every feature on your body saying that it is gorgeous and perfect.

° Likes knowing that you feel comfortable around him and that you have him to go to when you are feeling down. He wants to always be there for you and support you.

° Won't admit it to you, but he once teared up while you were asleep because he picked up a hate letter that was directed at you and he was worried that you read it.

"Your eyes, stunning. Your tummy, adorable. Your ears, cute. Your lips, kiss able. Your butt, squishy. Your shoulders, gorgeous..."

"Binnie you have five minutes before dance practice, you should really get going now."

Hyunjin

° Hyunjin is known to be a visual God in all of kpop, even though he is also VERY talented. Many people have a crush on Hyunjin, and you happened to be one of the many.

° His personality was addictive to be around, his looks were God like, and his talent was insane. Thus making it harder and harder for you to see how much he truly adored you.

° You saw yourself on totally different levels, you alwere at a ten while he was in the thousands. Your thoughts always doubting a scenario where you two would date.

° Assuming Hyunjin was just being nice to you, it became very hard for Hyunjin to clue you into that fact that he liked you. Everyone knew this except for you it seemed.

° Jisung, being a close friend to both Hyunjin and yourself. Took it upon himself to try and arrange a way for you to not be so self critical and completely oblivious.

° The next afternoon, you walked into the dance practice room which was now turned into a full on romantic dining area. Shocked as you saw Hyunjin with a rose in his hand.

"Is this for me? It can't be... There must be some sort of mistake or-"

"No mistakes, I've liked you for a while and thought I was being obvious enough. But Jisung told me that I should simply confess."

Han

° You and Jisung have been dating for a while, and you watched proudly as Stray Kids gained more and more popularity as they deserved, since they are talented kings.

° The hate comments sent towards you, and the jealous fans or occasionally staff members and idols. Those never used to bother you, but they became more frequent.

° This slowly picked away at your already small amount of confidence, over thinking everything you do or ever did. And Jisung began to notice your distressed state.

° After a performance he went up to you back stage and leaned in for a kiss, when you barely responded to it and looked around the room nervously, his heart twisted sadly.

° Jisung took you to an unoccupied dressing room, and locked the door behind you. He cupped your cheeks gently as he rested his head against yours. A small sigh escaping him.

° You felt all of the built up sadness and anger rise out of you, as tears slowly sprinkled down your cheeks. Your hands clinging onto his back as he embraced you.

"Shh shh shh, it's okay. Just let it all out, it'll be okay. I'm here for you, you know that."

"I'm sorry, I just felt like I don't deserve you and I shouldn't have been so distant, their words just really hurt."

Felix

° Felix knew it was going to be a bumpy ride seeing as he is under a huge company and his band is very popular, but he was willing to go through all of that with you.

° You and Felix were best friends before you started dating, he knew you were shy and quite distant when it came to people. He started to find it cute after a couple years.

° JYP himself has criticised you for interfering with his idols's lives. Even though you didn't interfere and honestly helped Felix calm down throughout the schedules.

° Felix was disappointed by some fo the fan's toxic behavior towards you, knowing that those types of comments will stick with you for quite sometime. You made him happy and he wished others would see that.

° The other members and artists under JYP saw you as part of the big jyp family, but even their support couldn't stop the sadness that brewed as more hate letters were sent.

° You didn't want to stress your already overworked boyfriend, so you tried to find a quiet spot to cry in. But Felix knew you too well, and knew where you would hide.

"I'm okay Lix, I don't want to stress you out since your already on a hectic schedule today. I'll be fine I swear."

"I won't leave until I know for a fact that you are okay, the practice can wait. You need me right now and I'm going to be here for you."

Seungmin

(He looks so cute! I couldn't help myself lol)

° You were also a beloved idol, and many eoopel actually found your relationship with Seungmin quite adorable. You felt lucky that there wasn't so much hate directed at you.

° Even though you both seemed to have it easy compared to other idol couples, you couldn't help but feel insecure when Seungmin treated you like a queen/king.

° Many fans of yours knew that off stage you are an adorable shy bean, but no one except for Seungmin knew why you would become so shy and distant towards others.

° Your shyness came from extreme anxiety and self image issues. You never had much confidence, and Seungmin made many goals to try and bring your confidence up.

° One day after a hard performance, you sat in front of your dressing room mirror and let your tears slide down your cheeks silently. Letting your anxiety take over everything.

° Seungmin walked in with a box of celebration cupcakes, only to have hsi smile fade once he saw the tears rushing down your features. He felt his heart sink.

"I'm sorry Seungmin. It's stupid really, but I just don't feel like I deserve you."

"Y/n, we are perfect for each other. I spoil you with love and affection because you always make me feel special and loved."

Jeongin

° You knew how beloved Jeongin was, by fans, members, idols, netizens, family... Everyone. This sent a large amount of pressure towards you once you began dating.

°Jeongin loved your quiet and calm personality, it was a nice break from the loud JYP building and Stray Kids dorms. Your shyness is what attracted him to you.

° He liked cuddling with you in your apartment, talking about nothing and everything as a random movie played in the background. It was his favorite place to be.

° You both were open with anything that was bothering you and never let something stir inside of you for too long. He wanted to be your safe haven for when you need one.

° One weekend when he was staying at your place, he noticed you seemed more quiet than usual and asked you what was bothering you. Since something clearly was.

° You snuggled into his chest as you clung onto him tighter, sighing in defeat knowing you will have to admit your feelings even though you think they seem silly.

" I feel like I don't deserve you. I mean, you are Yang Jeongin a literal angel."

"You deserve the universe and everything in it, I love you and only you. Don't put yourself down, remember how much I care about you."

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