I have quite a few messages to get back to, but I have read all of my inbox messages so far, and I am so relieved to have so much support. Thank you so much you guys. I’m so sorry I haven’t responded to many asks or dms yet, I got hit with a flood all at once (which isn’t a bad thing at ALL), I’m just not used to talking to people again so I’m gonna be suuuuper slow with my responses. But I will get back to as many as I can, I cannot tell you how much it means to me that you’ve reached out to me. This is literally my first time in nearly 9 months that I’ve started to speak to people again, I’ve been completely isolated and only spoke to the ex-friend for so long, convinced that I’m too unlovable to receive kindness anymore. I’m shocked at how much positive support I’m getting, I was told for many months that I wouldn’t have anyone on my side. But so many of you have told me that you’ve got my back. I am overwhelmed by all of the love I have received in such a short amount of time and I am so grateful.
I’m a little shaky and tired, writing everything that happened in that post out took a lot out of me, so I’m gonna head to bed pretty soon and then I’ll try to respond to more messages in the next few days if I have the energy.
Seriously, thank you so much to anyone who took the time to message me or write a response. I was so scared that people were going to think I had no right to be upset. And my post is so scatterbrained, I was crying when I wrote it, I have been dealing with so much anger and heartbreak and grief for so long. I wrote it with the mindset of “nobody is going to read this, nobody is going to help me, I have been alone this whole time and nothing is going to change”, but reading all of your kind words has made me feel a little bit like myself again. This is the first time in almost 9 months that I have felt a small bit of weight lift off of my shoulders... it means so much to me. I really care about you guys, even to the ppl I’ve never interacted with directly but you leave Likes on my posts, I see you and I appreciate you. I always remember ppl who extend kindness to me and I promise I never take it for granted.
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happy toastnt thursday!! my goal today is to get the dishes AND the laundry done :3c i already ate which means i'll eat at least 2 meals today and that's really good for me!!!! (tummy has been upset)
i also showered and now im gonna give myself an hour to hide and play overwatch lol my comp games yesterday were p rough. mostly a combo of my miscalculations as well as just regular ole team fighting in vc LMAO today im gonna try to play a little more reserved and see how it goes
also im sTILL thinking abt that tgcf episode yesterday omg??? love mentally ill xie lian someone plz give him a blanket
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I've been thinking non stop about Mike liking Abby's new daycare teacher but is too shy to do anything so Abby just casually mentions that her big brother has a crush on you and is doing weird things like checking his hair and only wearing the same pants two days in a row instead of four. So when u spill that Abby told u he doesn't know whether to be mad at her or not bc if ur wasn't for her he would have a date
I LOVEE THESE TYPES OF THINGS GN! READER
you’re sweet, patient, professional while managing to slip in some casualness to the conversations that you and mike have (short and cordial always) that make him feel like you’re more of an acquaintance and not just someone he indirectly pays.
you’re young, around his age he assumes, and he confirms his assumptions when he’s questioning abby.
“your, uh, new teacher,” he starts as he’s finishing up dinner (spaghetti again).
abby hums from behind him. “what about them?” mike turns to glance at his sister who sits on the counter, her feet thudding against the cheap cabinets with the way she kicks them.
he turns back to the stove, shrugging and scratching at his ear. “nothing i was just wondering about them. like … are they … cool?”
and mike is so glad that abby has always been the more talkative one out of the two of them because she’s immediately thrusting herself into an analysis of your quirks and how you really care about the children.
long story short, abby likes you just as much as mike does. even more, actually.
she’s always running to hug you when mike drops her off and picks her up, and he distantly wishes he could do the same. he thinks he’s playing it cool, sending you tight lipped smiles and waves that are a little too disjointed.
but abby is more perceptive than he thinks.
each time he tells himself he’s going to have an actual conversation with you. maybe mention the band tee you wear on a casual friday or ask about the song you were humming before he’d arrived. there’s intentions for him to get to know you and eventually ask you out.
but he backs out each time.
leaving abby to play matchmaker.
when mike comes in one thursday afternoon, hoodie soaked from the thunderstorm outside, he greets you and notices that your smile is a little more bashful than usual. abby is running around with her friends inside, playing an intense game of indoor freeze tag, and mike is trying to get her attention but you stop him.
“they can play for a while longer. i couldn’t let both of you go out in that storm.”
he looks out the window and notices that somehow, it’d gotten stronger.
“uh, do you want something hot to drink? hot chocolate? tea? coffee?” you sound shy, maybe, but mike can't figure out why.
he's just grateful for a chance to spend time alone with you.
“coffee would be great, actually.”
you and mike end up in the kitchen of the small cafeteria, each drinking your respective drinks in silence, until you speak.
“um, i hope i’m not overstepping.” mikes ears perk up because that’s never a good start. “but abby told me that you have a crush on me. is that true?”
fucking abby.
his ears redden immediately, head dropping as he considers how to play this. but before he can even decide, you’re speaking again.
“because if so, i just want to let you know that i feel the same.”
he lifts his head too quick, a little bit of his coffee spilling out of the loaned mug with the movement. he doesn’t care about that, though, at least not immediately. instead, he focuses on you. he searches your face for a joking smile, maybe a little bit of mischief in your eyes. but there’s nothing but honesty in them.
he takes the plunge.
“would you wanna do something … sometime?” not very descriptive but you smile at him anyway.
“i would love to.”
god bless abby.
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