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fablesofkitkat · 2 years

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pov: you and Denki are comrades in the love department (fem!reader) [re-post] (sry for deleting this)

alt. title: crushing on super straight Ochako

genre : hopeful angst/ fluff

tags: @bootyholelicker @vtte 👉👈 ...hey.

What's the number one rule for us?

That's right: never fall in love with a straight girl. So why the fuck are you crushing on Ochako who's straighter than a meter stick?

"Hey, Uraraka, wanna grab a bite to eat sometime?" You hear Kaminari ask her. You know that feeling when you like someone and every fibre of your being just knows when they're about to enter the room? Like the electric hum in the air before a thunderstorm? That's what you feel whenever she's close by. Rationality would argue the electric hum is because of Kaminari. "What do you like?"

"Hm, mochi–"

You scowled at the interaction, walking towards them and hoisting the books from Ochako and then stacking them on the boy's arms.

"Hey!"

"Whatever, Kaminari. You need more muscles anyway." You roll your eyes at him.

"Wait, Deku, she didn't heal your injuries?" Ochako was instantly making a beeline for Midoriya.

Your shoulders droop; simultaneously Kaminari let out a sigh. In that moment you two have become fallen comrades in this battle for Ochako's attention. Kami, this was pathetic.

"Wanna have lunch with me? I'll pay." Kaminari offers, shooting a flirty smile.

"Oh, so now you remember I'm a girl?" You raised an eyebrow. "Thanks for the pity invitation but no." You grab half the textbooks from his arms and helped him go rounds, returning text books.

He chuckled, and then smiled witj a bit of sheepish guilt. "I'm not making moves on you. It's for helping me with this." He gestures the textbooks in his arms.

"It's okay." Your eyes glancing at Ochako from time to time. Dammit, why was she so cute?

---

You slap yourself infront of the mirror comically. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in– You need to get over your crush. She's straight. She's really really straight. And she likes Midoriya. Hardworking, determined, awesome Midoriya. Fuck, you don't even stand a chance even if she was bi. You walk out the bathroom and rejoined the girls. Mina complains about training everyday, head resting over the sofa's edge. Kyoka stretches both her hands by intertwining them together and pushes them forward. Tsui asks Momo about her special move and Momo worryingly puts a hand on her cheek. You stare at Ochako sitting beside Tsui. She was sipping on the juicebox, clearly with something on her mind. Tsui asks about Ochako.

"Recently, my heart's all stirred about." She looks down, blushing and the air that surrounds her felt different. You could almost swear her atmosphere sparkled and is painted pink.

"It's love!" Mina blurts out.

"Yeah, you like someone Ochako." You say, shrugging. The little pinprick on your heart wails for you to stop pretending to be okay.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Ochako frantically denies, arms waving around her as if shielding her from Mina's interrogation. It doesn't. Your heart soared at the obvious lie, still holding on that there's a chance.

"Is it Midoriya or Iida?" Mina asks.

Uraraka floats and you couldn't help but grin at her cuteness. "She floated." You mumbled and the girls exchanged looks, you included, trying not to make your stupid crush obvious. The looks unanimously agreed to tease Ochako more.

"You'll get even lighter if you confess." Kyoka jeered.

"That's not it really! That's not–"

You might have died in that moment. The way she just forgot what she was saying. The girls didn't notice how she stopped mid-sentence but not you. Never you. You were always aware of her. So when she looked so lovestruck, as she stared out the window, you would bet a finger that she was staring at Midoriya. And you were so jealous, stupid jealous of everything Midoriya is. His character. His charm. His diligence. You wished at that moment you were a boy.

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You bring a bag of goodies to Ochako's room. She didn't want to take it at first, but you showed her the grocery receipt and everything she got was just a freebie you took advantage of. Buy 1 Take 1 exists, coupons and you always always get high seeing discounts. Being middle class had taught you how to shop smartly.

"You gotta teach me next time!" Ochako says, serving you a bowl of potato chips.

"You don't need to–"

"It's okay!" Ochako giggled. "You gave me more than this anyway!"

You nodded and then nonchantly offered. "Text me when you shop for groceries, I'll come with you."

"Sure!"

You two hung out the rest of the afternoon, just talking, and when she felt a bit sleepy, you yawned. She offers for you to take a nap with her. You didn't even plan to confess but it felt like you were taking advantage of her friendship when your thoughts aren't the same with her.

"I like you." Drowsiness gone from your eyes.

"I like you too!" She goes in for a hug, cheeks brushing. You grab her shoulders to pull her away from you.

"I.. like you the way I want you to be my girlfriend."

That was stupid. You shouldn't have said anything. At all. Because Ochako felt like every thing you did for her, every interactions, the very foundation of your friendship was simply... ingenuine.

"What..."

The seconds ticked by, she sat motionless and so did you. Tears stung in your eyes, threatening to fall. That was it. Friendship over.

"You're a good person. And I–" She starts.

"Like someone else." You finished her sentence. "Can you please not tell–"

"...of course." Ochako smiled at you sadly. "But you know, I don't think the girls will treat you any differently."

"They will." You closed your eyes; Kami, you just wanted to scream. "They will overthink every action, like maybe a hug from them will make me fall. Inadvertantly, they would exclude me out of consideration. And to be honest? I don't think I can deal with that."

A few beats of silence. Slowly, hesitantly, Ochako wraps her arms around you. "I'm sorry I broke your heart."

"Don't." You hug her back; this will be the last one for awhile. "Don't apologise for being straight because then, I would have to apologise for being... me." You broke off the hug and gave her a watery smile. "You don't mind if I don't hang out with you and the girls for awhile, do you?"

Ochako opened her mouth to say something but ultimately, she shook her head.

"Thank you, Ochako." You moved towards the door. "Next time I hang out with you, I'd be over you." You laughed, a pathetic attempt to be light-hearted because of how forlorn you sounded.

You return to your room, flopping onto your bed and then screaming into your pillow.

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You were wolfing down on the third burger on a bench outside the dormitories. It's been three weeks since you got rejected. You were simultaneously eating, crying and reading your general studies textbook. You hear the sound of someone tripping on the pathway. Kaminari. That would've cheered you up. If only snot weren't dripping down your nose, you sniffled.

"Hey." You greeted, mouth full.

"Hey." He greets back. "You okay?"

"... not by any means, median or mode." You wiped the snot with the back of your sleeve.

That–

"Bahaha!" He laughs. "Means, median or mode!"

Your eyes narrowed. "I know that the bar of my joke's pretty low but glad you understand 'cause I suck at limbo."

He laughs again. Wait–

"How the fuck do you get them?" You stared at him, bewildered. After he calmed down, you say. "All jokes aside–"

Kaminari moves to the side, sitting on the bench to your right. What the fu– PFFFT. You guffawed. You choke on a piece of burger and then you finally spat it out. That only made you and Kaminari laugh harder.

"All jokes aside–" You wheezed. "And you moved aside–"

"The burger–" Kaminari wiped off tears from the corner of his eyes. "You choked on the burger–"

This was the first time you laughed after getting rejected. _Kami, it felt good._ It was good to laugh. He offers you a square piece of cloth; you take it and blew the snot out of your nose.

"Thank you. I'll buy you a new one."

"Don't mention it." He kept a smile on his face. "Wanted to check up on you."

"As you can see."

"First time?" He asks. Amber eyes. They usually looked lemony but when he's serious, they looked a shade darker.

"At what?"

"Getting your heart broken."

"Ah." You rolled your eyes. "I'm pretty sure the depth of my rejection goes way deeper than you getting rejected after shamelessly flirting with girls."

"I got my heart broken back in middleschool." Kaminari shares, a silly but rueful grin on his lips. "My middleschool teacher. It was impossible, of course. But she was a fresh graduate and she was young and really pretty. Like super!"

You nodded, getting pulled into the story.

"I did stupid things like if I get a 100 on a quiz, I'll confess to her." He wiggled his eyebrows, an attempt to make the conversation light. You laughed. And then he continued. "I never did. I'm not smart. But I did confess even though there was no chance. I got rejected. She told me I should ask girls my age. I kinda hated her for a bit. But now, I understand. Plus I got closure."

You nodded again.

"So, I understand. Confessing to someone impossible." Kaminari stares into your eyes like he knew; that he understood. "And if you need a group to hangout with, you should hangout with us." He stood up, offering you a hand. "And it's not a pity invitation. I need someone to tutor me, if you don't mind."

"How'd you know I like..." You trailed off, purposefully, to confirm your suspicions.

"Uraraka?" He grins. "I have a radar for who my rivals are. I never forgot you were a girl, it's just that I noticed you like her."

You take his hand. "Thanks." You hope he knows that the gratitude was not just about the hand, or the handkerchief, or the offer to hang out or the laugh you shared.

It was also for not saying anything without you having to ask. For acting the same.

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Time is a strange thing. It can heal wounds. It can fade memories. It can make you look back on memories and laugh. A once so painful heartbreak is now only a fond memory. You were hanging out in Kyoka's room practicing, Denki on the lead guitar, Fumikage on the acoustic guitar, Jiro on vocals and bass guitar, Momo on keyboard and lastly, Bakugo on druns. You... were the mascot. An assistant of sorts. They all took a short break and you wanted to buy food for them but Kyoka insisted you stay since you've been running around for them. Kyoka went with Bakugo for the hamburgers. Fumikage with Momo for the drinks. Leaving you and Denki alone. You and the electro user were oblivious to the tacit exhange the four members shoot each other. There was a sudden downpour of rain and the others couldn't get back so soon. Denki was fiddling with the guitar and you gravitate to Fumikage's guitar, picking the strings.

"You know how to play?" He asks.

You plucked the strings. The only song that was easy for you to learn. "And if it's a hero you want, I can save you just stay here~"

He watches the chord progression on your hand, when he finally figured it out, he strums along. You were getting into the song closing your eyes at the bridge and then the chorus you open your eyes. Amber. Staring right at you. "So stay awake for me–"

Twang. The jamming abruptly stops. Discordant note echoes. Your best friend messed up. Denki clears his throat, embarrassed. "For a song that asks the listener to stay awake, you had me halfway falling asleep."

You roll your eyes at him. Then, he kept fiddling with the pick. His feet bounced, obviously there was something on his mind.

"What's up?"

"Remember that time I told you about my middleschool teacher." He starts. "About confessing to someone impossible. There's this girl..." He trails off, looking at his shoes. "She doesn't make me feel dumb. She's really patient. And Kami, she's really funny and smart like–" His lips stretched into a wide grin. "half of her jokes, I have to think about, and then I don't realize it, I would be up all night trying to figure out her jokes and then at 2 am I would be laughing in my room like crazy. Maybe that's why I couldn't stop thinking about her." He smiled wistfully and then, his whole demeanor shifted; an invisible weight on his shoulders. "I really like her. Not I-like-her-'cause-she's-pretty. I like her to the point–" He takes a shuddering breath. "–to the point that I wish I was a girl."

Silence.

Deathly silence.

He knew this was it. His closure. He would act the same; he confessed to you so he could move on. Still, silence. Denki peeks at you. "Is dropping that on you so shocking?"

You stare at him weirdly, surreal. "No, but you best pick that up 'cause I'll sue you for littering."

You and Denki burst out laughing. A few beats of silence. The sound of fingertips sliding on strings. The muted beating of rain on the window, muffled by Kyoka's red drapes.

"Denki?" You call his name, a gentle lilt. He savors your voice.

"Yeah." He closes his eyes. This was it: the rejection.

"I'm bi." You softly say.

"Bilingual?" Eyes snapping open, and he looked so terribly, adorably confused.

You hold his stare and for a few moments, the reflection holds blank; time moved slow; his amber eyes shook, flaxen lashes fluttered, blinking. Realization eventually dawns on him. "Oh."

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elysianslove · 3 years

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yes please 😭😭 u have wayyy more better taste than me.. but please if u have something to do, do it first hehe i can wait!! 💕

okay i compiled a list of all i could find bb!!! i’m pretty sure i had more but here they are !! i also have a bunch of iwaoi fics but for this one i only included sakuatsu and osasuna :))

SAKUATSU & OSASUNA AO3 FIC RECS —

A Liar’s Truth — by @/internetpistol

sakuatsu & angst <3. it’s 49k words and it’s beautiful fr. i felt every emotion possible. it’s mainly angst like omi’s backstory made me want to cry a thousand times but it’s a happy ending and there’s smut too and just !!!! domestic fluff as well??? listen it’s literally one of my favorite sakuatsu works that i’ve ever, ever read. like ever. top 5 easily.

Flame — by @/internetpistol

osasuna & angst again!!! it’s set in the same universe as a liar’s truth, but it makes sense to read it without having read a liar’s truth. beautiful beautiful beautiful. they go through so much hurt but it’s also very realistic??? i love it so much. also lots of symbolism and poetic writing and just.

Terminal Curiosity — by @/favspacetwink and @/moonlumie

sakuatsu!!! i’m sure nearly everyone in the fandom that ships these two has read terminal curiosity. literal a fucking masterpiece. would give my left kidney to be able to experience reading it for the first time again. classic fwb to lovers but with so many twists. for example, bdsm :D but it’s also very realistic bdsm? it’s not like ah choke me nah nah it’s incredibly detailed and well researched and the emotions and just justjsut JUST THIS. JUST THEM. I LOVE IT.

nee(oo)ds — by Anonymous

osasuna. super short but it’s so sweet. like just a chill funny fic. def recommend it it’s fun!!!

a call for me to come home — by @/viverella

osasuna !!! it’s not quite angst but there is some Sad. super domestic, super sweet. i love them. just <333

Building Momentum — by @/DeathBelle

sakuatsu !!! established relationship but very early on so atsumu’s a nervous wreck help he’s so cute. this fic is <3333 there’s smut also. i think. at the end yes there’s smut. sexy times wooo i love them.

do not separate! — by @/aalphard

SINGLE DAD TSUMU SINGLE DAD TSUMU !!!! this one’s so adorable it’s just omi falling in love w tsumu n tsumu’s kid just loving omi it’s sososo cute ugh <333

Clipped To You — by @/littleboat

THIS ONE IS SO HENSJDKDJDNC SAKUATSU AGAIN BUT LISTEN !!! omi wears hair clips :ooo I DIED PLS HES SO FKN PRETTY SO FKN CUTE WANNA KISS HIM atsumu’s so lucky he got to do that :(

touch me (if you want to) — by @/melstar

sakuatsu again. this one made me cry. it’s not angst but it made me cry. omi wants to be more open to physical touch so he asks atsumu for help. sobs.

crushed — by @/cirtuslemonade

ATSUMU CRUSHES A WATERMELON WITJ HIS THIGHS (swoons). n omi starts to have. feelings .... yes what a read

Nails, Hair, Hips, Heels — by @/MangaFreak15

just omi n atsumu thirsting over each other. like seriously they’re so so horny n they can’t keep it together whatsoever. AND THE DESCRPTIONS ??? help even i couldnt keep it rogether while reading hbsjdnd

A Day By Atmosphere — by @/tookumade

suna pining for osamu. frustrating but so cute. suna’s so helpless god i love him so much. osamu’s stupid too. it’s okay. i love him so much as well.

#sal recommends <3

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it-me-ari · 4 years

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“The devil may care” (Gabriel does NOT like it)

I woke up with a pounding headache. And not, as you probably think, because I was partying the day before. It was because some lousy demon knocked me out and frigging kidnapped me! He should know that this was a very bad decision. Sam and Dean and probably every other hunter they could reach would search for me, plus my boyfriend is literally an archangel who would also search for me and would not be happy when he finds me in hell. Although I had to admit that Gabriel wasn't able to look for me, since he had some very important business going on in heaven.

As you might know heaven is powered by the number of angels being in heaven. The problem was that there were barley enough angels to keep heaven up and running and they needed every angel they could get, especially an archangel. So Gabriel was there with Jack and together they were trying to find a solution before heaven collapsed and every one of the intrusted souls would fall back to earth.

Anyway, I was captured and it was unlikely that anyone would find me in the nearest future, so I looked around and realized that I wasn't alone in the dark, bricked cave. There were three demons (at least that's what I suspected, given that it looked like I was in hell) standing in front of me, clearly waiting for me to acknowledge them. "Why am I here?" I finally said and the person who was most likely a demon started grinning. "Because I, Lucius, captured you." I sighed, not the brightest bulb apparently. "No shit Sherlock. I was asking what the hell do you want with me?" Lucius frowned and his eyes turned black, showing me that I was right about my demon theory. Then he smiled again, desperate to hide his anger with me: "Word is that you're Gabriel's new toy..." I sighed again, typical demon behaviour. "I'm his girlfriend and not his toy. There's a difference. Google it."

The demon called Lucius frowned as I didn't seem frightened at all. "I don't care what exactly you are to him, what matters is that he cares about you." I just raised my eyebrows, seemingly bored but with the growing fear what they wanted from Gabriel. Lucius continued when I didn't react: "You see.. I've heard about Asmodeus' little trick with the archangel grace. I want to overthrow Crowley and take over the position as king of hell, but for that I need more power." "You can't overthrow Crowley. You're not the first one who tried." I was acting more relaxed than I felt. I was worried about their plan to overthrow Crowley by using Gabriel's grace, that wasn't good at all and for once I was glad that Gabriel was in heaven and couldn't go looking for me until he and Jack had found a solution for the power problem. I didn't want him near these demons who wanted to use him like Asmodeus did.

"Asmodeus did! And he had archangel power!" Lucius argued and smiled complacently. "Too bad he got himself fried." "Yeah yeah I get it. But what do you want with me?" I asked, sounding annoyed to hide my fear for Gabriel and Crowley. Lucius smiled again and leaned forward a little: "You are going to tell us how to neutralise Gabriel and where we can find him." I snorted and rolled my eyes. "Keep on dreaming." "So you decide to say nothing?" The demon asked and seemed almost excited by my answer. "Exactly." I answered and held up my chin high. Lucius stepped back, now openly grinning and turned to his two followers: "You know what to do." And so they did.

They brought me to another room and undressed me. They then proceeded by strapping me on a table and putting on aprons. And then they tortured me. They did things I don't wanna remember and never speak of. After a few hours they brought me into a cell and left me alone with my injuries. I would have healed myself but they forced me to wear handcuffs witj runes that suppressed my powers. At least they couldn't squeeze the information they needed out of me. I was exhausted and wounded form the torture and so I fell asleep. Not a good idea. The moment I closed my eyes it all came back. I didn't scream or cried at the memory of what these demons did to me. All I did was whisper one name: "Gabriel." Again and again, until it stopped.

"Awww too bad my baby brother isn't here." I heard a voice say and opened my eyes. There, in the corner of my cell leaned casually the devil himself and looked at me with fake pity. I was so surprised to see Lucifer that I flinched at the sight of him. He saw my reaction and pouted: "Am I that ugly?" "What the hell are you doing here?!" I asked, confused as fuck. "Oh, I was just seeking some entrainment and I gotta say, watching someone being tortured is highly amusing." I raised my eyebrows: "That's all?" He nodded with big, innocent eyes and put one hand at his heart: "Promise." "But when you're in hell... Are you the ruler of hell again?" I frowned pondering and continued talking before Lucifer could answer: "No, that can't be.. Lucius said that he wanted to overthrow Crowley, which means he's still king.." Lucifer was listening to me patiently and then answered: "Yes, I tried ruling hell before and it's soooo boring! So I leave the throne to Crowley and mind my own business." "Such as watching me being tortured?" I asked sarcastically. "Jup! Exactly!" He grinned, proud like a four year old, at me. "Amazing." I sighed and slumped back against the wall. "Heyy, I might not be Gabriel but I am still a better company than thos demons!" He seemed genuinely offended and I couldn't help but smile a little.

Gabriel was in a room full of angels when he heard me whispering his name, I suppose he heard it because it was like a prayer? He froze immediately and tensed. "I have to go." The other angels looked at him, horrified by his statement. "No! You can't!" They spend the next half hour convincing him why it was absolutely necessary for him to stay in heaven. He knew they were right and so he stayed, although he hated it, not knowing if I was safe or needed his help. Nevertheless, he still had a problem to solve so he returned to Jack and together they started pondering over it again.

"Good afternoon, how are we feeling today?" Lucifer asked, acting like a psychiatrist when he appeared in my cell, like he did every day after the demons brought me back from torture. I smiled weakly: "Awesome." He sighed and for a moment it looked like there was a hint of compassion in his eyes. But then the moment passed and he was his usual devilish self. "You look like hell." He finally stated and pursed his lips. "No surprise there, considering I am in hell." I replied with a weak grin before I passed out. The last thing I recalled was Lucifer sighing. "I can't believe I'm doing this." He murmured and walked towards me just before it all went black.

It was around that time when Gabriel and Jack finally found a solution to heaven's power problem. They had created a spell that would turn every worthy soul in heaven into an angel. As soon as the spell was at work Gabriel left heaven and went looking for me. He was surprised and anxious to find me at a luxurious hotel in Lebanon. He was furious when he saw me lying unconscious on the bed, wounded and thinner than he last saw me. "Oh hey brother, I was wondering when you would show up." Lucifer greeted him casually. Gabriel immediately turned around and pinned his brother against the wall. "What did you do to her?" He growled, his angel blade pointing at Lucifer's chest. "Wow easyyy Gabe, I didn't do anything to her!" He glanced down nervously at the blade. "Liar!" Gabriel snarled and was about to stab his brother.

"No! He saved me!" I wanted to shout the words but that didn't work very well since all that came out was a whisper. Gabe immediately was at my side, looking at me with wide eyes. "What do you mean he saved you? From what?" I then explained what had happened to me and his eyes grew dark. "This is my fault. I should've never leave you!" I gently placed my hand at his cheek and smiled weakly: "You had to." He was about to answer when he saw the handcuffs that still kept my powers at bay. He frowned and with a thought he made them explode, then he placed his hand on my had and healed me. "I am so sorry." He whispered and stroked my cheek softly. I smiled at him and hugged him tightly. "Don't be. It's not your fault."

Before he could answer we heard someone behind us clear his throat and we both turned around to see Lucifer standing there, arms crossed in front of his chest. "Don't you think you should apologize?" He demanded and looked at Gabriel. "For what?" Gabe answered and kept his arm around my waist. "For attacking me without reason! I mean I did save your girlfriend from cruel torture!" As much as he hated the fact that his brother, the actual devil, would do something good, he had to admit that he saved me. "Yeah yeah sorry for attacking you." I smiled at Lucifer, if he hadn't kept me company I would be in a much worse state, mentally speaking, which caused me to see him in a different light. "I'd never thought I'd say this, but thank you, Lucifer." Lucifer grinned and bowed jokingly. "Everytime." Gabriel didn't like that very much. "Hey! Don't get too friendly! You're still the devil and I don't want to see you around my girlfriend." Lucifer just rolled his eyes and disappeared, not before winking at me and mouthing 'call me'.

After that Gabriel turned to me, pulled me into his arms and I felt his wings folding behind my back. He felt guilty for bringing me into this situation with his absence. Of course I tried my best to reassure him but I think a part of him will always hate himself for not being there to protect me. "I love you." I whispered and looked into his eyes. "I love you too." Gabriel replied softly and looked at me with love in his eyes.

Part two: “You and me and the devil makes three”

#do you want a part two with Lucifer annoying Gabe because he was the one saving me?#maybe some jealousy?#pls don't be mad a Gabe #he had to save heaven #cosmic consequences and stuff #he's still a very good boi!#a little appreciation for Luci too tho

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slvtbible · 5 years

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Not Just a Pretty Face

[in which you feel Harry’s dating you out of pity]

“Sweetheart, are you ready?” His voice calls out as you hear his footsteps on the hallway, making his way towards your shared bedroom

You pucker your lips a bit to apply one of your favorite dark shade color before grabbing your heels from the closet, “just a sec” you answer, struggling to shove your feet in

Harry looks up from the collar of his shirt to your beautiful figure, dressed in a simple baby blue sun dress that Harry had given you three months ago when he was in Venice. He stops in his tracks, eyes aren’t leaving your body for even once. He doesn’t realized how long he has been staring at you until he shakes his head to get himself together and clamp his mouth shut,

Leaning himself against the door frame, he smiles lovingly at how beautiful you are and how lucky he has someone like you. It’s unbelievable,

“Need a hand love?” He asks, walking towards you who are sitting on the edge of the bed snd crouch down to help you put on your heels,

You let go of your grip on the heel and sit up straight, smiling gratefully at your handsome boyfriend. “Thank you, H. I hate these heels.”

He looks up to you with a raised eyebrow and give you a small chuckle, “then why did you choose this one?”

You only shrug, wiggling your feet at him to not stop. “I love the color, it goes well with my dress.”

Harry playfully snickers but smiles anyway before putting on the last heel on your soft feet, giving it a quick kiss before standing up,

You scrunch your nose and playfully wipe the kiss on your feet making him laugh. “Boy, i swear to God if you have a foot fetish I’m leaving your ass right now.”

He laughs again and kisses your temple, taking your hand in his before walking out of the house to his car. “You look gorgeous by the way.” He compliments,

Blushing, you nervously bite your lip as you look down. “You think so? I don’t want people look at me like I’m-“

“Hey. Enough” he interrupts, grabbing your hands tightly with his, forcing you to look at him and when he sees the look on your face, his eyes soften. “I don’t want to hear another word of what you’re about to say. You look absolutely gorgeous in it and honestly if we weren’t going to Andy and Trisha’s baby shower i would tear that dress and fuck you right now.”

Your eyes widen at his blunt words, smacking him on the arm telling him to ‘shut up’ but smile endearingly at him, he brushes it off.

“I’m serious, baby. You look good. Like really fucking good.” He kisses your nose making you giggle, “now, my sweet love o’ mine. Are you ready?”

You nod your head as he guides you to his car and drive to Andy’s house with his fingers intertwine with yours,

The baby shower isn’t as packed as you think it’s gonna be, preferably only about 30ish people filling the house and they all dressed nicely and, white. It makes you feel so out of place being in the party but Harry makes sure to hold your hand throughout the entire day and reassure you that everything’s going to be fine. Trisha and Andy are so nice to you as well, they make sure you get enough food and drinks, and she feels really bad about having some of her friends being judgmental towards you but you tell her it’s fine and how you used it, but you knew she genuinely feel bad.

you smile softly at your boyfriend giving him a kiss on his cheek that causes him to blush,

“You are so cute” you mumble into his cheek as he hangs his head low, getting even reddened after your compliment,

“I should be telling you that” he kisses you sweet lips and nods over your shoulder to someone with a small smile, you turn to see who it is and your hand squeezes his tightly,

He looks over at you for a moment and say, “it’s fine sweetheart. I’m with you aren’t i?”

Nodding your head seems to ease him off but it surely not easing you, because less than 10 feet away from both of you, his ex is making her way towards your direction . In all honesty, you know you shouldn’t be insecure because what matters is that you’re with him and vice versa.

But this ex, is white, of course. Dirty blonde hair that you can possibly assume she highlights every week, baby blue eyes and dirty smirk with skinny waist, thin legs and perfect sized of breasts and ass. Basically, white people has been your arch enemy growing up. And no matter how many times you’ve tried ro be civil, they always do shit and makes you feel guilty about yourself.

And she is the perfect example for it.

“Harry! How are you!” She innocently wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him tightly into a hug, completely ignoring you.

You roll your eyes at her horrible attempts of flirting with your boyfriend so you just shake it off,

“I’ve been good! You look gorgeous, Remy. That dress has always been a trademark of yours.” He chuckles, hands plants firmly on her waist,

Okay. What the fuck? Who the fuck compliments his ex infront of his girlfriend. Witj your eyebrows raised, you patiently wait for them to break away and your eyes aren’t leaving at the two of them either.

Harry seems to notice, he clears his throat and grabs your hand to pull you close in which you try to shrug his grip off of you. Fuck, you can’t even look at him right now.

“This.” He gestures as he stares at you, hoping that you’ll stare right back at him. “Is my gorgeous girlfriend, Y/N.”

You smile bitterly and look at him, “oh now I’m gorgeous huh? What a cutie” you sarcastically say and pats his cheek, causing him to frown,

You hold a hand for her to shake, a same smile still plastered on your red painted lips. You see Remy hesitantly to grab your hand, sucking her lower lip perhaps thinking hard wether she should shake your hand or not.

Again, you roll your eyes. “What? Never shakes hands with a black person before? It’s not like I’ll steal your wallet or something.”

“Y/N” Harry quick to jump out before Remy says anything, “I’m sorry, Remy. I don’t know why Y/N is acting rude right now.”

You scoff at his choice of words, “rude? If you were in my shoes and you’re black, rude is when a white person shoots you in the head for thinking you brought a gun but Kaitlin Bennet is a white chick who carries one around campus and has no charges whatsoever.” You sip your alcoholic drink unaware of his gaze on you, “oh shit, wait. That’s just racism. Sorry, I’m getting high.”

Remy smile tightly at you, or more likely evily. Her arms are crossed infront of her chest, “just not used to see Harry dating someone so, different. That’s all.”

And after the word different comes out of her thin lips, you stop drinking and your eyes slowly moves up to see her staring at you with a sinister smile. Harry seems to notice, he knows this is not going to end well,

“Remy?! Are you-“

“Different? You mean black, sweetheart? Just say it straight to the point hun, trust me you won’t break my heart.” You say, putting the glass down on the nearby table,

“Baby, let’s get out of here.” Harry whispers on your ear, trying to stop you from making a scene,

Remy lets out a exaggerated sigh, shrugging with her eyes rakes down your body in disgust. “Well i mean, you’re pretty for a black girl. Maybe that’s why Harry chose you.”

You can’t help but snicker, shaking your head as you try to keep yourself calm. “A lot of nerve you have there, white girl. You’re saying as if my people aren’t beautiful enough to reach up to your ‘white’ reputation. Just so you know, my people, including I, went through hell to be accepted in your pretty little white world but hey, you know what? I realized something one day and say to myself, ‘Y/N. You are one bad ass woman, who’s the epitome of a black beauty and no white bitch is going to ruin that for you.’ And here i am.”

“Oh please, don’t get ahead of yourself, Y/N. Let me guess, Harry makes you feel like that? With all the numerous compliments he gives you to make you feel pretty? Harry’s dating you just so you don’t feel left out.”

“Remy.. what the fuck?” Harry outburst makes your heart jump, you see his eyebrows knitted and if looks could kill, Remy would’ve been dead now.

“Funny you say that, Remy. Because Harry and i have been dating for nearly three years while he dumped your ass off after what, 6 weeks of dating?” You laughs, seeing her face fall and her cheeks heated in embarrassment. “No worries, darling. Someday you’ll get a man of your own. A white supremacist that is.” After that you walk away from the two of them and out of the house,

“Y/N! Baby, wait!” You can hear Harry calling out your name but you don’t bother to turn around,

Shaking your head, you pull out a pack of cigarette and a lighter to cool your mind off. “Don’t wanna talk to you or even look at you. So don’t bother, asshole.”

He reaches out to you eventually forcing you to turn around and look at him, in which you quickly push his chest roughly, “Don’t fucking touch me!”

His mouth hangs open, eyes widened after he hears you cuss at him and it truly scares him because you are not the type to go and curse someone out, hell, you even rarely get angry.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart, I should’ve said something to defend you.” He apologizes quickly, clenching his fists, trying so hard not to wrap your hands with his,

“You said her name, twice. So, yeah you said something. Even told her she looks gorgeous, unbelievable” You puffed out a smoke and look away from him, after what it feels like forever you ask him a question that makes his heart drops,

“Of course i love you, Y/N.” He says shakily, because he’s so scared of losing you. Over his ex. “I don’t love you because i feel bad or that you’re just pretty for a black woman, no.” He reassures, reaching out grab you hand and when you don’t pull away, he rubs your knuckles with his thumb,

“There’s so much more of you than that, my love. I fell in love with your smile, your cute laugh that you hate, your witty remarks, your ‘good morning H’ kisses. Baby, i fell for you way before we even get to know eachother.”

With that a small smile manage to make it’s way to your lips. He draws you closer to him but your eyes are looking down. “I love you and all your little things.”

You frown and look up to him, “did you just-“

He hums as and answer and nod. “I did.”

“Dork.”

“What can I say, love? You’re my moose.” He teasing smile, kissing your forehead with his pink lips

You laugh softly, “it’s muse.”

“I know, i just want to see you smile.” He grins sweetly, not once letting go your hands because he wants you to know that he loves you, genuinely and nothing or no one could come between the two of you,

Giggling, you kiss his lips softly making him sigh in relief and retreat his hands to wrap them around your waist, setting one of his palm on your butt cheek,

“Being with you” he starts off, lips are inches away from yours, “is the best thing that has ever happened to me. And i, do not plan on letting you go. Nope, no way,”

You kiss him once more after you laugh at your silly boyfriend. How on earth did you manage to steal the heart of Harry Styles? The humble rock-star who has a golden heart like no one else’s and could get anyone else in this world. A famous, long legged model that is. But yet, he chose you,

There are alot of good things in this world after all, and you are so grateful to have him in your life. Because though there are people out there who might have hated your guts, the fans who wants him to date someone “lighter”, the overwhelming Larry fans who has tried to destroy your beautiful relationship, the management who wanted him to date someone with the same level of his rep,

You have him and he has you, that’s all what matters.

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tumblunni · 5 years

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Just found a weird comic called Plutona in the library

Ultimate verdict: big wasted potential!

Its got the really interesting premise of a bunch of kids finding the dead body of a superhero in the woods, and the dark story of them dealing with such a trauma, and the each chapter ending with a retro styled superhero mini-chapter slowly unwravelling how the hero died.

But then the execution is just.. Bad.

Like they dont actually do anything interesting with it? The answer to "what would the kids do in this situation" is just.. Sidestepped entirely. They go "oh i dont know" and "lets meet here tomorrow to make a decision whether we should tell somebody" but then it just ends before that day actually comes. And they raise the interesting scenario that theyd have to keep it secret because she's the Superman of the setting, i.e a hero so overwhelmingly powerful that her absence would be a big opportunity for bigger villains to all flock to the city. But again, just doesnt happen, everything is resolved on day 2 and them even bringing the idea up doesnt make a whole lot of sense. All youre doing is making us wanna see that story, yo?

Oh also THEY BACKPEDALLED ON THE WHOLE PREMISE

Turns out Plutona wasnt even dead, she was just hit by some sort of magical stasis beam that made her sleep for two days.

And its weird cos the story actually goes EVEN DARKER than that, so its not like they were trying to censor it or anything? I guess they just thought that the plot they were doing was so much better than the plot they advertized on the front cover.

Oh and that plot they did? Yeah just 'the antisocial nerd did it, he really is creepy and evil and you should hate him.' Wow..what a..surprise...

Like there's a whole Traditional Cartoon Kid Group of protagonists and one of them is the shy effeminate superhero nerd who's always getting bullied and OH WHAT A TWIST you thought he was gonna be the protagonist but in fact he's the villain and his bully was completely right i guess. He goes loopy and attacks the other kids because "she's mine", wanting to dissect the corpse witj a pocket knife like a total creeper and like.. Drink her blood to get her superpowers n shit. And he keeps getting this other kid's younger brother to come out with him to the Creepy Alley and like..teaches him to self harm under the guise of 'i'll help you get superpowers'. And then when everyone finds out he's been keeping the corpse and being all gross with it, he attacks them with the knife and ends up accidentally stabbing himself in the gut. And then its all intense with everyone running from him in the woods until he slowly bleeds out and just falls down dead where they first found the superhero. Cos it turns out she wasnt dead at all and she just went home.

THE END.

Yeh it just ends on this 12 year old going full serial killer on his friends, accidentally killing himself, and bleeding out graphically onscreen with his eyes all wide and bloodshot. And it was all for nothing cos the entire premise of the comic was false. And then we just get one more page showing that the kids hid the body in the forest and never told anyone for the rest of their lives and were traumatized forever. The End.

Like..what was the fuckin point then...? The entire point of this comic was to show some serial killer kid kill himself?

Also its just weird that they build up the characters so much when it all goes nowhere. So many subplots with no resolution! Like we neverfind out why the one kid wants to steal her friend's cool punk jacket, or get any resolution on them drifting apart as friends. We never know why on earth she suddenly wants to hang out with the jackass bully, and the friend never gets to learn that she fuckin AGREES WITH HIM on all the bullying shit he says about her behind her back! Seriously man this comic really shits on the cool metalhead chubby girl, i feel like we were meant to find it comical that she wanted to wear a cool jacket, somehow?? That she friggin made herself and then it gets stolen by the person she trusted the most, who starts smooching her bully! Who was apparantly goddamn right about serial killer kid so Bullying Is Good I Suppose.

*shrug*

Its hard to get any moral out of this or even any reason for it to exist, honestly. I guess the authors just wanted us to feel Real Fuckin Sad And Hopeless For No Reason At All

Shame cos the art style is really damn coop tho! I especially love the design for the metalhead chubby girl. I'd reccommend googling it just to see a few pages and feel inspired i guess! Wouldnt reccommend reading it tho.

Oh but a funny thing is that there's a review on the cover thats all like "a magical tale about childhood and coming of age" directly below a picture of a bunch of kids staring at a dead body. TRULY INSPIRATIONAL CHILDHOOD WHIMSY

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ohwhatlovelyeyesyouhave · 7 years

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Timeloop.

I go through this thing when I'm high and I can find a way to loop every sentence and eventually come to loop. It's cause it goes on for time. Anyways my body fizzles and feels like a tingle or a twitch when I have a new thought cause it's a new thought and I've pinpointed it to senses and the systems in the body and I think because I'm more aware it might be an intense feeling of niceness or boy it's nice to here that someone's getting the same feeling like do peopl deal with being high the same way or!? Like if you're all chill so you feel connected almost as if touching like the warmth of a hug and my senses are kicking in like I feel the senses are heightened but dulled so I can't feel myself moving but my body doesn't move you're all enjoying something and someone will say something and you laugh and it feels like you're all close and deja vu is that how you spell is like I sorta feel like it's a closeness because you all laugh and like I love going through old songs when I'm high and sharing with everyone how you remember jamming to them in your room with the radio on full blast. Do people still listen to radios Like to chance a sincerely share a moment together like in the car you all bond over it or talk about things and bong I am feeling good I love this feeling it feels nice A rush of cold what does that mean? It's a different feeling so am I getting paranoid? Paranoid if I'm like sinsejng you're ruining the. I've witj your texting *laugh track* biro Yong into the Jesus I don't even know wat I said stages of remembering if I was with it typing or how long it had been time thaths the time part of the time loop. The loop is the constant feeling like my legs will shake and it's a nice tingle and like I'll enjoy it because I'm relaxed and then I'll forget and the twinge comes and it's cause I've thought deva by like everyone I've remembered I've ohh I've moved me leg and I don't like it but have I left it too long to move it without it being a big deal. Like. I swear in my head it makes sense like is this why people find what peaople say funny so you all laugh together and feel like a community. Like a cuddle kris just said cuddle and something about so the boy I've come to the conclusion is my soulmate cause I think of things and he seems to be the centre of my world or something cause I'm coming to terms after blowing him off after declaring my love for him and it's just been a while since we've chilled and been fine together and it's nice vagina and do you remember when boys bands seems to mean more of your world when you're younger like you sense you're texting a lot is that making other people do I think of other people too much am I not comfort able well I've got cramp but I'm not psychologically hurting I'm mentally hurting like it's in my body but I feel like it's my mind telling me that I feel like inner peace or if ya cause I feel to unreligiois to do this sin or some shit like does having gone to chiral house a few years of my like life like it's nice to remember you're life before hand and like coming up with what a think is a new theory and then like if I drew it would look like a spiral so I'm using all my senses and everything feels fine so it is like I'm comfortable and the twitch is a cause I've had a twitch and so a thought is connected to a body part and you do another action to a thought and so were listening to old ass songs from our childhood and like you all have a collective moment and so you're collectively collective am I as observentvon what I'm doing or is matt back like will I lose this vibe I feel cool cause I feel like I'm getting a breeze and I wasn't before and I'm uncomfortable so it's like being in a mattress and I m falling into an abyss but then I'm not but then I am and it's this like an adrenaline high that people get with like sky diving and that high ass rock jumping doing over a MOMENT WITH THE GROUP FEELING LOCED AM I WATMING oops when did I put capitals on omg imagine if y'all had to read this Okay so the time loop has never been written right now but I like doing stuff when I'm and I've never had to thought about think about correcting oneself cause like a higher being doesn't want me to do that action like a school teacher and is this obedience because of social construction I've not had a lot of pantheon so it just aitucoreevied and am I relying on that to make sense half the time no plus like okay so neaorvessbess of liking or relying on things and am I saying we all need to rely on each other or do we all need to be connected and I'm eating now and I'm senseing it with another feeling another sense so am I aware of my senses text off my mum did the vibrations come up or like was music from different cultures or different ages like they'd be weird at one point like nostalgic but the tone of musics change like is it weird to try and apply myself in a different body to feel connected in a way to have everyone feels and maybe because I wanna do like job wise I wanna do therapy cause people being happy makes me happy but that that means that I've grown up with well I just want people to experience happyjnee and am I sharing this because I'm happy like will a long ass post and it's just a load of babbling but I think that's like a da e cause you're having an internal like group meeting with a side of you and they have an idea as well and did I just get like a thought and feel like I have to express the thought and that's my inner voice droning on but a way to deal with I like okay so somes left the room to piss and did I get a throb in my vagina cause I'm thinking of them what pissing on you yeah but am I lie detector and they're the y tell a lie and your led twitches and omg so am I experiencing and are people having that good of a time they say something and you notice a heaviness and you type faster and it's like I'm running from something but I don't wanna say it and is it because I'm gonna be cold in a minute someone's in a daze or just a fixation like do I fixate on things and do I give a shit about sharing all this kinda y'all like what the fuck em you're a butter butter 😂😂 oh I have the sandwich over there am I like every interaction in I don't know can I experience more things by questioning myself like I'm just sat here not moving but I wanna touch everything and e Perone with it with all my senses or just one or two senses how weird would that be like senses working together is idk even know what I'm on about 😩😩😩😩😩 emoji time is there really a don't know if I like being this comfortable with the guys I love trekking keyboard just spazzed and like cultures are pretty like the way people connect in. A group or town and all know a thing about everything but know in a thing we've all just dances to uptown girls and I'm going in spirals so maybe it's more of a conversation with myself which ends up looping at some point and the feel off deja view but sensing writing in it and thinking mams I'm hosting my brain and body and everything's connected and

#idek if this makes sense #i've been thinking about this a lot #thought #babble #do #people use the hashtags other than on twitter is social media a sense of closure or an open space seeing as were all afraid of hackers and a #ran out of space on a hashtag

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datingadviceonreddit · 7 years

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(Slightly updated from a post I made exactly a week ago.) So recently I've found myself almost fully engaged FWB type deal, but there's just so many things making it hard for me to believe I want it to remain just that forever. Little bit of backstory, I'm 19, 5'4" and before I met this person I never had a girlfriend, never had any sort of physical sexual experience with anyone, never even had my first kiss (and never came even close.) I walked around my whole life thinking there was something wrong with me, and since rejection just really burns me hard deep down I never really advanced towards any girl I found attractive and so on. The few times I made small advances in high school and so on, I got rejected and it broke my heart, every single time. Loneliness is something all too familiar and painful to me, I was raised by a single mother and I'm an only child. My childhood wasn't really that great. I spent a lot of time alone, I witnessed huge family fights and I used to get bullied when I was much younger. (Normal and not too bad problems I think everyone goes through, not trying to pull off a sob story.) I feel like a generally very broken and unloved person, and I understand that love for yourself should come before loving someone else, but I've been trying for so long and sometimes I just wish I had someone to spend time with. I have lots of friends, all fairly close but not enough for me to trust them with some of my deepest sorrows. Day after day went by where I felt lonely, yet surrounded by people I do care about. It was too much for me to live with forever. So eventually I started using apps like Tinder, Hot or Not and Skout to just look through and see if I could find anyone I could have been compatible with, but for the most part never had any hope. I tried looking for a FWB type deal, I tried to find someone who wanted to date but every single time I got very bored with the other person and stopped talking to them pretty quickly. I just can't approach people in person either, I'm horrible at it. After all that time spent alone and just searching, I met this girl August of last year. She's 24, 5'7" had three sexual partners and among those three, two were her boyfriends. She recently (at the time) re-opened her Skout account when we first started talking because her boyfriend of nearly three years brutally cheated on her for a very long time with her only having suspicions about it until it came true. She was seriously in love with this guy, and he contemplated marriage with her because they just clicked so well. They had a future, and a plan but he messed it all up by sleeping and ultimately dating a girl he constantly reminded her not to be concerned about. So the point of her getting Skout was to find at the very least a friend to talk to and hopefully find a friends with benefits because she felt like there was no hope and that she'll never find someone again. She said that she just isn't ready for a relationship and don't know when/if she'll ever be again because it seems like a waste of time. I understood it completely, and started talking to her and helping her out whenever we spoke. We added each other on Snapchat and started to talk every day (and its been that way since). She eventually broke the news to me that she really thought I was cute, to the point where she thought I was fake on the app. I couldn't believe it, because in my opinion she was just way out of my league and so much more attractive to even glance at someone like me. But I guess, I was wrong. She not only messaged me first, she made the first move on me...and I couldn't believe it. That truly never happened to me before, in my life. She eventually pushed me out of my comfort zone and I began calling her (even though I was very self conscious about my voice). We talked on the phone for hours and hours, she knows more about me than all of my friends and I know more about her than all of her friends and even went as far as telling me her ex didn't even know as much as I do. I agreed to engage in the FWB relationship with her, and she has just been so down for really anything. She sends me pictures/videos without me even asking almost every day and Its a lot of fun. I send her stuff back and she really likes what I send as well. We don't get bored of talking, not even close. We share absolutely everything with each other, and she's cried on the phone with me about her problems, and I've cried about mine with her too. She was even there for me when my friend's dad died. So, after all this I started to get a bit confused. At the very beginning when we were just friends, she was a little sad because she said I was "friend-zoning" her, and in a sense I was subconsciously. When I initially found out she was recovering from a big breakup, I knew I had to back off. I told her I just didn't wanna scare her off if I said I liked her because she was still recovering from her boyfriend. She eventually said it was okay, and from then on we started talking about more sexual things and this is how we came to be FWB. Afterward, in December she dropped the L word. She said she loved me numerous times in snapchat, on the phone, with her friends and so on. It scared me a little, 'cause I just didn't know what she meant by that. I said it back of course, because that's honestly how I felt at that moment. So as time went on she said that I am have become her best friend, and I went on to say the same about her. She said I'm not undateable, and really cute and if her situation was different she wouldn't mind giving it a shot. Even in the FWB situation, she says she's not the type to "sleep around" and doesn't plan on having sex witj anyone else while doing the FWB thing. She said I do have to tell her if I choose to sleep with someone else during that situation. Now, I'm just not sure if things are the same. On Valentine's day, I hung out with her and she gave me my first kiss, and then blew me afterwards. Then, I fingered her until she came. She said her boyfriend was the last and only other person who made her climax the way I did. We slept in the car that night. The following Thursday, I helped her sign up for college and later we watched a movie while she held my hand and kissed me and leaned her head on me. I was at this point really confused. I was legitimately saddened. I was so happy to finally be doing something like this with a girl, but what does she want exactly? I cried the next day when I realized she doesn't wanna date and I may have small feelings for her. So I messaged her about it later on. She literally said: "I think we're meant to be really good friends, like not to date. I think the friends thing is good enough for me. Besides we're both picking up the pieces, except I feel more shattered." She said that this was her turn to be selfish, she was too attached to her phone for three years and that this time she wanted to just stay out of a relationship because she thinks believes at the moment that getting into one is pointless. She said she doesn't know when she'll feel better and she'll feel pressure knowing someone is "waiting" for her. I just don't get it. She says she's not ready to date, mind you but previously she cried with me on the phone about a guy rejecting her wanting to make out at a work party, and that guy already had sex with some other girl who worked there. She was legitimately grossed out by him and forgot about it pretty quickly, however. She was upset, and I tried really hard not to let that bother me either. I told her how I felt about that whole situation, and she swears even with that guy she just didn't know what she wanted. So I feel awful now, and like I've been wasting my time. I've been talking to this girl for 7 months, and I still do want to be her FWB but I feel like in the long run I am inevitably falling for this girl. I've never had a friend like her. There are so many things I like about her. Should I bother seeing how this turns out? I need help, my friends I haven't explained much of this to. I have no one left to turn to, and I feel like I'm heartbroken even though no one had my heart in the first place.[UPDATE] So its been a week since I made the original post and of course, I still don't know what to do and I feel like I'm only hurting myself more and more. A lot happened in a week. Since then (after Valentine's day) she had a small STD scare after she found a sore in her mouth. I told her it was nothing but she was still very concerned about it because she has never gotten tested before, but was very sure she had nothing. I went in the next day with her to urgent care discreetly and got fully tested, later when I got my results (of course) I was clean. She was very happy I was willing to do something like that for her, I could tell. Later that day, while we were at the clinic her ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend who he cheated on my friend to be with found my twitter after I subliminally said a tweet about their couple situation (I know this was a mistake, which my friend approved of me tweeting.) They messaged me saying a bunch of rude things and said that she basically threatened to fight her. We agreed that I should block them both, and I did. The ex-boyfriend's girl eventually went on to message her in Snapchat leaving plenty of hateful messages and at this point my friend eventually decided to call her ex and tell him to leave her alone, for good. I knew this was a bad idea, but I couldn't stop her. She rang him up with her phone number masked expecting only him to pick up. He eventually picked up after ringing all the way through twice. Eventually he picked up, and she asked if he knew who it was--he either played stupid or seriously couldn't remember her voice. She couldn't believe it and was beginning to get upset. She asked how it was possible that after three years he had forgotten her voice. Eventually he asked her name. She was furious and started saying that he and his girl needed to leave her alone. She told me not to say anything, so I just sat there and listened. As the small fight progressed, his girlfriend got on the phone and started saying stuff back and it turned into a loud verbal phone-fight. My friend eventually hung up the phone and let out a burst of tears while I held her in my arms. I kept telling her that things would be okay, and that she needed to finally let go of him forever. I bought her a bottle of water in the store we were parked at and tried to help her feel better but she was truly hurt. Her mom eventually called her and asked to speak to me to see what those two had told her, and I said to her mom exactly what they said to me. Her mom was very upset (and it was actually her birthday) so I told her a quick "happy birthday" and she then told me she was happy I was there for her daughter and so on. Later, my friend dropped me off. This was the first time she said she could confidently admit that she hates her ex and no longer really loved him. Meanwhile I've continued to help her sign up for college but things have been a little bit bumpy getting there. Last thursday she was supposed to take her placement exam that I helped her schedule but ended up cancelling due to lack of sleep. She came over to my house instead that day and we slept in my bed for a bit and one thing led to another, and we did more of the same stuff but still refrained from fully "doing it" yet. Afterwards, she took me to meet her parents. I was very unsure about how I felt about this, but eventually I entered her house and sat on the couch with her and we held hands until her parents got home. Her mom was very quick to ask me lots of questions about my school and my career entering the medical field and so on. She had a lot to say to me and was very welcoming towards me. Later that day, we left her parents house and went to a night market by my house to walk around. We bought food and really just hung out around there. It was just generally really fun to hang out with her, but she started to get period-related cramps so she called it a night and headed home. Later that night when I fell asleep she messaged me in Snapchat saying "I'm feeling nervous. I think I'm starting to get too attached." I told her it was okay, and if she needed me to back off I would. She said that I shouldn't. This struck me pretty hard, and only messed with my emotions even more if anything. Later on over the weekend we continued talking to each other as we always did, with her calling me and telling me about her day and messaging me all the time as usual. At some point she called me while in the car with her family and her mom was consistently asking how I was doing and I said hello to her and their family. At some point, something else happened that really worried me. She got a little buzzed while at her sister's house, and told her sister more about me and how she "did" things with me and how she wants to have sex with me. She told me her sister said "Don't do it, you're going to get too attached" and she responded with "No, I'm cool." Later on she said that her sister was starting to lose faith in her current boyfriend and had a crush on another guy, who was coming by that night to visit and hang out. I was very surprised she was approving of this kind of behavior but it didn't bother me. The next day, I asked her if she remembered what she told me. She said the only thing she could remember was telling her sister that she gave me a blowjob, so I'm wondering if she even remembers anything else. She also said she thought her twitter got hacked because she tweeted things she couldn't remember. So now I'm even more stuck. I really like this girl and I just don't know what to think anymore. I'll keep updating as I go along, but I really need advice. Do I stick around and tell her that I do really like her in a non-friend sort of way, or do I just act like I don't? I think rigjt now the only option I can think of is to wait until we actually have sex and then go from there. When I feel like its too much, I'll admit to her everything. She either stays with me, or cuts me free. I guess I'll just have to see.tl;dr: I went from never having done anything with someone of the opposite sex to talking to a girl for 7 months and becoming FWB with her. She had been recovering from a relationship of three years where her partner cheated on her and says she's not ready to date. She keeps giving me mixed signals, yet says I am her best friend and that I'm not undateable. What does this mean? Would I ever have a chance with her if I wanted to someday? I just don't want to get hurt.tl;dr PT.2: So after getting STD tested with this girl, hearing her cry in my arms and admit she truly hated her ex for the first time and meeting her parents...I'm only getting even more confused. via /r/dating_advice

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