#whilst also feeling sick to my stomach on a genuine level

[jakeperalta]

every day we inch closer to the inevitable release of taylor's "all the haters are throwing shade at my relationship but I don't care" music about matty and for that reason I live in fear

#i think she has a pretty warped sense of what is valid criticism and what is just senseless haters #after half a lifetime of criticism for ridiculous things #and i really think that's exactly what she's viewing all this as #like they all want to intrude with their opinions!! but it's just me and you baby!!! our love is stronger than the hate!!!!!! #and the fuck of it all is that because she is my favourite artist i will no doubt love the song on a surface level #whilst also feeling sick to my stomach on a genuine level #talking #taylor swift #ts discourse

[whereflowersbloom]

Morning after

The smell of freshly baked croissants and coffee woke her up. Raven hardly ever felt so rested, even after spending an hour meditating before going to sleep, opening her eyes and getting accustomed to the morning light of the sun that illuminated her room through the windows. She turned on her back and nestled in this new, previously unknown feeling. She was strangely calm as if everything was in the right place, and every possible problem remained in the past.

Maybe that’s what genuine serenity feels like, she thought to herself.

But how did she end up in this situation? They became friends. Best friends, even. They talked about everything including their most intimate thoughts. She told herself it was enough or deceived herself into believing so. There was no line for them to cross but a secret and deep part of her soul definitely understood and sought the need to feel wanted and loved and fulfilled. Not like she hadn’t thought of Damian that way before. There was such a terrible tension between them sometimes when they were both sitting on her the sofa watching old classic films or reading books they both enjoyed. She craved the heat of Damian’s embrace. She remembered how it felt to have him curled around her, how gently his thumb stroked her cheek, how his muscles flexed against her, and she wishes he would hold her again.

Damian was like a compass for Raven if she felt like she might lose her way, and that kind of thing never happened to her. Not often at least.

As usual Damian went jogging as it had become his habit thanks to Jon, who craved the sunlight as soon as he opened his eyes, persistently asking him to be his partner. A surprising string elbow in the ribs by Jon gave him the second push to voice his feelings for Raven. Later, he visited a local bakery that made exquisite chocolate croissants, as he memorized Raven’s favorites. Then he returned home with a sudden thought it was the high time to turn his quiet feelings for Raven into something serious. He wanted to fool himself at first, but as it turned out, he was too fucking smart to believe a single word of the downright falsehood he made up in his mind in order to excuse himself from the imminent truth. He was in love with her.

She was about to get out of bed to stretch her muscles when Damian walked into the room carrying a tray with breakfast: hot coffee, steaming Earl Grey, croissants and juicy autumnal fruit. She wanted to approach him, wrap her arms around him and kiss him on the neck, the sensitive spot she discovered last night, but they were not yet at that stage of the relationship. As the matter of fact, she did not know exactly who they were to each other now. Maybe nothing had changed. After all, it had been just a few kisses last night, letting go, a carpet diem kind of moment. Maybe Damian didn’t want things to change between them.

"Good morning.” Damian muttered, sending her one of his radiant, sincere smiles that made her legs weak. "Did you sleep well?"

“Yes. Better than most days. I didn’t know if you would come back...” She kept her own voice soft, matching his tone, afraid to burst the strange bubble they found themselves in. Controlling her anxiety was easier said than done.

“I simply needed time to clear my mind.” His expression was solemn. “We must discuss last night’s event.” He mumbled under his breath, voice deadly calm, a convincing facade, fighting to distract the both of them from his own wild whirlwind of emotions as he left the tray at the bedside table. No woman in his life had ever truly enchanted him in the way she did. He would not give her up.

Her lower lip trembled slightly. She repeated her mantra over ten times until she calmed her nerves. Damian was her closest friend, and she cared about not ruining the special bond between them. They said it was easier to move on as long as you were merely lovers, but what when you are so much more. She felt like a teenager who was falling in love for the first time. Not that she was that much older at the age of 19. She had experience in meaningless romances, short-lived, Wally, Garfield, but she knew nothing about true love. Their bond was beyond comprehensible lines of poetry. More than it being undefinable, it was the freeness to be defined, the way as open interpretations take you.

“We don’t have to to this now. In fact, nothing has to change.” She spoke tentatively, unsure whether she’s more concerned how this would shape their friendship or embarrassed she let herself cross a line. Slowly passing around the room folding her arms across her chest.

The distress was heavy in her chest, stirred with a fog of uncertainty.

At this, Damian’s eyes sparkled with determination and objection regarding her statement. Before she registered what he was doing, he grabbed her hand. “I do not want to leave things exactly as they used to be. Not before last night.” He held her gaze and rubbed his thumb over the backside of her hand, reveling in the softness of her skin.

There’s a fluttering in her stomach, and she’s taken aback at the intensity of it. Butterflied filled with hope and wish. There was hope of light after all darks, hope of happiness after grief, hope of a new colorful sunrise, a chapter to be rewritten.

“It was just a kiss..” In a trice, breaking off the contact. She lied and immediately regretted it. Damian stood next to her with a disbelieving expression on his face. There was a hint of indignation but it vanished quickly.

“You and I both know it meant more than a kiss. I do not need the gift of empathy to see it.” Damian stated sharply, his features hardened at his resolution. He was tired of constantly feeling this weight on his shoulders. What was the point of deceiving themselves any longer? If he didn’t know better, he would say she was avoiding him like a plague.

Letting out a breath she had been holding in since Damian entered her bedroom, Raven felt a weight being lifted off her chest. “Damian...I” She started, but never managed to finish interrupted by an unexpected question.

"Do you have any plans for today?" He left the question hanging in the air.

With brows furrowed in confusion she found herself unable to command her mouth to utter anything. Her heart thudded out of her chest. The normally unflappable last daughter of Azarath knocked for a loop by the close proximity of her stunning teammate.

Raven parted her lips and closed them again.

“It seems we are free to do as we please today. Clear schedule. No training or missions. He shrugged casually, willing his breath to remain steady, years of boiling emotions teetering over the edge of his elegant, suave composure

Raven blinked. Amethysts widening.

“I thought we could go somewhere. You and I” Damian licked his lips, swallowing the nerves in his chest as her eyes widen a fraction at his proposal. "There's a new Parisian café in the city I think you might like.”

Her lips curved up into a sweet smile, growing wider and more radiant as she thought of sitting in Parisian cafe with Damian, enjoying a minute of bliss to be in the other’s company.

“Are you asking me on a date, Damian Wayne?” She blurted with a momentary astonished look, even as she realized the implication of his words. Was this truly happening? She asked herself mentally.

“I’m courting you properly, Raven. So yes, I’m asking you out.” His shoulders ease from their tensed position, subconsciously hunched in nerves to what she’d respond.

It was surreal, talking about what a few minutes ago had been unbearable chains, restrained by her own fears and inner demons. Ethereal strands of thread that could be snapped by a mere jerk of fingers. He wanted more. He wanted her.

“I don’t know, Damian.” She bit her lip still indecisive, gaze away from his face. Once again mind invaded by intrusive negative thoughts. What if it didn’t work? What if she lost control? The numerous what if’s haunted her like never ending nightmares.

Taking a step closer, something in his emerald sparked with an idea and firmness of not quitting. “Any chance I can persuade you to change your mind then?” He crooned in her ear, nipping at it just slightly, taking her breath away. She wondered how long she could resist his gravitational pull for so long.

Raven hesitated for a good few seconds before finally resigning herself to the fact that whatever she did. She couldn’t fight this anymore. She loved him. “I can think of a few ways.” She was surprised at her own boldness, snaking slender arms around his torso. He pressed his built body against hers closer, placing tender, teasing kisses along her neck. Whilst she was glad that he was enjoying himself, she was going to completely lose it if she remained flush against him for much longer. Her entire core heated with want for him. He smirked at the effect he had on her with his natural charm. This confident, cocky air. This was so him and content and not bothering to mask it. No filters.

“Is that a yes?” He whispered and there was no missing the boyish grin spread over his tanned cheeks. Hooking a finger under her chin and brought her face level with his own.

“I suppose you earned a date, Mr. Wayne.” She laughed feverishly. Gently, stroking his palm with her thumb. Enjoying the calloused yet silky skin of an accomplished swordsman and fighter.

An audible sigh left Damian’s mouth as his muscles relaxed with her nestled in his arms. She could sense his relief. Yes, perhaps a change could be good, opening herself to feel again. A new chapter of light and joy.

Notes: I know I have disappeared and haven’t updated in forever but I’m still sick and weak. Also working on the fanzine project. I should be done in a week though. But meanwhile have this short damirae. Not my best but I hope you enjoy it 💖💖💜💜

@deepbreadlover @tweepunkgrl @alerialblu @chromium7sky @kallura-juniblade @cayeeast

I miss you all and youre all welcome to message me. I feel a bit disconnected from the world.

Also I’d like to use to wish @shewhowillnotbenamed1 a happy birthday!! Thank you for blessing us with your beautiful wiring and your friendship 😊😊🥰💜💖

#damirae #demon birds #damian wayne #raven roth #wally west #garfield logan #teen titans #dick grayson #batman universe #robrae #dc fandom #dc universe #creative writing #jon kent #super sons

[fairycosmos]

hey, it’s the anon who sent an ask about eating the other day. idk if it was helpful or not so pls just tell me to fuck off if this isn’t helping, but I saw ur post about cereal last night and I just want to say that like, that is exactly the kind of thing that you don’t have to feel guilty over that i was talking about!! like you literally did NOTHING wrong by eating cereal at 3am, even if you had 5 bowls. ik it’s easier said than done but really try and let go of any feelings of guilt and shame after doing something like that. if you’re trying to eat healthier overall that’s a really admirable aim but try and do it in baby steps!! if you’re overly restrictive during the day that’s more likely to lead to overeating at night. Genuinely if you just allow yourself to eat the foods you want (whilst also tryna get enough veggies and nutrition etc) without any feelings of guilt or shame attached (bc there’s no such thing as ‘good’ or ‘bad’ foods) your body will naturally regulate itself and eat what it needs to. but first you really have to get rid of the mindset of like ‘I NEED to eat less’ bc if you force yourself not to eat when ur hungry or to eat something super ‘healthy’ when you’re craving something ‘unhealthy’ you’re just gonna make urself tired and want to overeat later!! genuinely the way out of the binge/restrict cycle is just to let yourself eat and to not feel guilty abt it, even if you eat a ‘bad’ food or too much food. food is fuel and energy and not something to feel guilty about consuming. getting rid of those guilty feelings will eventually lead you to a point where eating a balanced diet, which includes all the foods you love, will come as naturally as breathing. like eating food is so natural and society tries to convince you that there’s some special trick to it but really you just have to follow ur instincts. ik that won’t happen overnight, but i hope at least the next time you feel guilty abt food (bc ik guilty feelings aren’t easy to get rid of) you will have my voice in ur head telling u you really don’t need to b. it will get easier, i promise. Good luck, sending you all my love ❣️

hey you’re actually an angel and these are super super helpful !!  ❣️ thats why i kept your last ask actually because it had so many great reminders in it and i know if i let it go i’ll just forget all my epiphanies and go back to doing my stupid shit lol. yeah i’m really sick of how much stress its causing me honestly idk why my brain is focusing on it when it’s not even my biggest problem rn. and it rarely even results in me eating healthily/not over eating. i just get mad at myself for nothing and like, my body is never goin to learn to regulate itself if i keep up w this cycle, like you said. i didn’t end up eating last night but calories have been in the back of my mind all fucking day today and it’s upsetting me to think about eating more. apparently meals are supposed to be between 500-700 cals and mine was like 800 something, but i don’t want that to make me uncomfortable bc hello these rules are entirely made up. and it’s not a crime to nourish myself. it’s just energy and i’m trying to remember that more than anything !! i think simplifying it in my mind would really help. just like listening to my body, trying to eat when i’m actually hungry n then actually stopping when i’m full instead of going to either extreme and putting my stomach all out of wack. i’ll try to work on getting into that habit even if it doesn’t happen right away <3 thank you so so much for being so understanding abt this and giving me some insightful realistic advice, it means a lot to me. i know it’s a touchy issue n i’m prob oversharing about it on here but honestly what don’t i over share about atp :^) lmfao anyway i appreciate you more than i can say n i hope you always approach yourself with this same level of patience. you deserve the world !!  ❣️

#tw eating disorder #tw ed #tw calories #cw food #tw anorexia #tagging aggressively just in case but ask me to tag more if u want #anon

[amelink66world]

Love of my Life

Heyyy guys!! I'm sooo soo sorry for being AWOL !! I'm just tooo busy with my school work right now 🥺Anyways, enjoy this chapter 💫

Date Night (part - 2)

A waitress led them to their table. He had planned a candle light dinner! It was so romantic. Generally, all the tables in this restaurant had complimentary champagne but this one didn't. He had specially requested it for me? She looked up at with gratefulness. He was simply smiling down at her trying to gauge her reaction. She was shocked at his thoughtfulness. He is so good to me! No one ever thought of doing it for me beforehand. All the boys always requested to get the champagne removed after we've sat at the table. But him? He's different. Amelia brought his hand linked to hers up to her lips and kissed it.

Link pulled her chair and then proceeded to sit in his own chair. They engaged in casual conversation and a waitress took their orders. They were talking animatedly by the time their dinner arrived. They never fell short of topics. They were telling each other all about themselves. " So I've heard about your Sister trio so much. Like you're always there for each other. But I don't understand how all of you are related. Are you really sisters?," he was genuinely curious.

" So, like you already know I have three sisters. You've already met two," she chuckled. " I had an older brother, Derek." Link noticed her eyes getting nostalgic. " He was my favourite person in this whole world. I mean, he practically raised me after my dad died." Link took her hand in his and held on to provide support. His face was curious as to know how her dad died.

" That's a story for some other time. Anyway, he married Meredith. So she became my sister-in-law. Well, second sister-in-law. He was married before to Addison who also treats me like a sister and we worked together in LA before I came here. So, Meredith became my sister-in-law, practically my sister. And Maggie is Meredith's sister." Link was getting confused. He slightly frowned. Amelia understood his confusion. " Meredith's mom, Ellis Grey had an affair with Richard. And Maggie is their daughter. He didn't know about her until 3 years ago. So she's Maggie's sister. Indirectly my sister.  So we're all sisters. They are my real sisters. You know what I mean? ", she was smiling widely. " I'm trying to but I got the gist of it. So yeah," he laughed.

They were having their food when Link noticed she wasn't having the famous baked zucchini of this place. He offered her the dish, " Here try this."

Amelia made a face. " Oh no, I'm full. If I eat anymore I'd have to unbutton my pants," she exhaled. Link's mind as usual in the gutter in her presence, started conjuring up many scenarios they could do it in the fancy restaurant. He shook his head and smirked, " Hot," making her laugh hard. He was looking at her the same way that made her weak in the knees. She quickly recovered and raised her eyebrows at him, he just merely shrugged and replied, " What? Don't judge me. You said it."

She shook her head whilst smiling. Amelia suddenly had an idea. " Link! Let's play a game."

Her excitement was infectious. He stared at her and found himself agreeing. " Sure. I don't see why not," he shrugged.

She looked thoughtful for a second. " Okay. Name three things that you've never done but you really wanna do." Link was really intrigued by this.

" Ooooh. Good one." His comment made her smile.

He thought for a second before replying, " Well, surf a twenty-foot wave." Amelia raised her brows, impressed. Link smiled whilst continuing, " Ride a camel through the Sahara." Amelia interrupted him, "That's an odd wish, don't you think? ", she tilted her head in confusion. Link laughed at her cuteness.

" Yeah. But it's something I would really like to do." Amelia chuckled before waving her hand asking him to finish. His voice grew soft while telling her the third one. Amelia noted an undercurrent of sadness in his voice. " And, cure Parkinson's." She knew it was not the right time to pry further so she let her curiosity slide. I'll have to ask him about this some other time. There was a slight lull in the conversation with Amelia deep in thought. He brought her back with his words, " Okay, now you. Same question." He really wanted to know her desires.

Amelia hmmed trying to think of some three very logical things. It took her a minute before the answer sprung in her mind. With a happy but nostalgic voice, she spoke, " Go to a psychic medium and talk to my dead father." Link wanted to ask more about her father but let the question slide. That's for another time. This night is going really well. He didn't want to spoil her mood by making her sad. She quickly recovered and was getting excited, " Get licensed in scuba diving."

Link grew surprised. We have so much in common! "Wait a second. You wanna learn scuba diving?" He was answered with an excited nod. " Whoa. I love scuba diving. I can even teach you the basics. We should definitely go together! " Link was beaming from ear to ear at the prospect of taking her for scuba diving. He absolutely adored the sea and had a spent a lot of time at the beach in the past. He was happy at the thought of sharing his love for the ocean with her. Amelia grinned. " Yaayy. Yes, absolutely! I would love it! " Both stared at each other, grinning with a gleam in their eyes.

Link apologised to her for interrupting and asked her to go on. Before saying the third one, he noticed that her enthusiasm grew ten fold. With excitement came nervousness. He was genuinely curious now. What is she thinking that has made her nervous and excited at the same time? It must be good.

What he heard next completely blew his mind. "Aaanndd, have sex with more than one person." Amelia was now grinning so wide, he thought her smile couldn't get any bigger. He was flabbergasted. He laughed loudly before raising his eyebrows at her and smugly questioning her, " You've never done that? " Amelia frowned at his judgemental question. But the mirth in his eyes softened the blow somewhat. She grew defensive. "Hey! ", she frowned at him.

Link on the other hand was perplexed. How can such a HOT, beautiful and sexy person like Amelia never have had a threesome before?! She's joking, right? Link laughed and shook his head. She asked him, dumbfounded, " You have? "

He shrugged as if it was the most normal thing for him. Amelia frowned at this. She could feel a fire igniting in her stomach. She most definitely did not like this thought. He lowered his voice, suddenly aware of his surroundings and the topic they were speaking about. Don't want people to think I'm a pervert. " Of course, I have. I lived in Venice Beach for a year. They're offered up like mints in Venice Beach."

Amelia got defensive again. Now her ego was badly bruised. "Well, so did I. "

He questioned her with shock written all over his face, " But you never had a three way there?! "

She squinted her eyes dangerously at him, " I had a medical practice there."

Link, now convinced, backpedaled, " Oh. Understandable. I worked there in a bike shop." He noticed that he didn't have her full attention. Amelia looked deep in thought. He grew worried. Did I offend her? On our first date ??!! STUPID.

Carefully he asked, " Amelia? " He picked up his glass of sparkling water for a sip when she looked at him with a new level of determination. " Let's have a threesome." Link choked on his water. He coughed heavily. People from nearby tables were shooting daggers at them because of course Amelia forgot to lower her voice in her excitement. She apologetically looked around before offering Link a tissue. She was concerned. What happened to him? Was it something I said? She was very confused. " Are you okay? "

After his coughing fit, he looked up at her astonished. He squeaked, voice still raspy, " What? "

Her enthusiasm was back in full force. But this time she didn't forget to lower her voice. " I said let's have a threesome." She was kinda hoping he would get excited. She wiggled her eyebrows at him. His silence prompted her to speak more about the idea to get him on board. " Well you know, you're so experienced and I've never done it in my whole life. It's only fair that you teach me." She smiled at him.

After some reluctance, he actually considered the idea. It's not so bad really. I have done it in the past. This time I'll do it with someone who really means a lot to me. We can surely try it. He replied hesitantly, "Um, okay. Who do you have in mind? "

Amelia was grinning. She was actually very happy he agreed. " Okay, so I have a friend who won't mind doing it with us. I'll call him first thing in the morning tomorrow. Thank you, Link." She winked at him and happily resumed eating.

Link's face turned white at her words. HIM?! What does she mean by that? She's considering having threeway with another man ? He was not at all okay with this. He didn't like this idea even in the slightest. Suddenly he was angry. Scratch that, he was seething inside! He hated the image his mind conjured up. He could not even think about another man's hands on her body. On HIS Amelia's body. NO. NEVER! He only wanted him to be the one who touched and saw her that way. He didn't want another man to touch her lips, her face, her hair and her body. NAH. He was getting possessive. Anger, more than jealousy, bubbled inside him and he felt sick to his stomach at the images of his mind. He shuddered at these feelings. Now I know for sure, I've fallen for her completely.

He started slowly so as to not crush her hope. "Hold up, Amelia. Instead of that doing that, why don't we start it of with another girl instead. I mean, it's your first time and it could be pretty rough for you with two men. Let's do it slowly. Okay? I have someone in mind. We can ask Carina. What about her?" Amelia frowned. She was really confused. Angry even. Just a few minutes ago he agreed and now he's saying it will be rough for me? I know what I can handle!

She tried to reason with him, " I can completely take care of myself, Link. Don't worry about me. I'll be okay." She smiled at him to convince him but he just shook his head.

" Amelia, I didn't say no to the idea. I just want your first time to be, you know, good. Trust me, it will be good." This time he smiled at her. Convincing her somewhat, he resumed eating. What he completely missed was Amelia's inner battle. She didn't like him bringing up the idea of having sex with two women. She didn't want him to touch someone else. That's why she brought up the idea of doing it with one of the members of her AA meetings who was a good friend of hers. He wouldn't mind too if she asked him this. Amelia was getting really angry now. Oh, so it will be much better with two women around, huh. For him! She didn't want him to kiss another woman, touch her the way he touches her. Love someone else's body the way he did to hers. NO! NEVER! She had never felt so jealous in her entire life. She hated the tricks her mind was playing with her conjuring up pictures of him with another woman. Stupid woman. She was sickened by that image and sipped her water to extinguish the fire inside her body.

Trying not to dampen the mood, the topic was not brought up for the rest of the dinner. It was pushed to the back of their minds with Amelia deciding to question him about it later and Link deciding never to even think about another man...he couldn't even bear thinking about it. The idea disgusted him. Ugh.

They walked out of the restaurant hand in hand. Amelia tentatively asked him, " Sooo, what now? " She was gazing at him with hopeful eyes, not wanting to leave his side just yet. Not willing to leave each other's company for the night, Link suggested, " There's a park just two blocks away. It's really beautiful. We can walk there? " His eyes bore into hers hoping she'd not deny his request. Amelia smiled and nodded.

It was a short walk to the park. At this time of the night not many people were there. Just a few pedestrians taking an evening stroll and some walking their dogs. Link wanted to make the best of their time left. Amelia linked her arm with his while walking alongside him with a soft pace. Amelia whispered gazing at the sky, " It's such a beautiful night, isn't it? " Link's gaze was on her when he replied, " It sure is very beautiful." She suddenly felt Link press a chaste kiss on her forehead.

She smiled up at him, " What was that for? " He shrugged and just smiled down at her with a loving gaze, " Nothing. Just felt like doing it," bringing a gleam in her eyes. The night was getting chilly. He felt Amelia shiver beside him. He subtly wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her very close to his body. He was always warm so his body heat would stop her shivering. Amelia looked up at him with gratefulness. He is so thoughtful ! She smiled at his cuteness. She realised that she had started loving everything about him.

They saw an empty bench and Amelia suggested sitting there for a few minutes to rest their feet. They sat very close to each other with his arm slung over her shoulder just enjoying the night weather. Suddenly feeling very tired Amelia buried her head in the crook of his neck and wrapped an arm loosely around his torso. A warm feeling filled both of them. This was the best day they have had in months!

Suddenly that question popped up in her mind. She pulled back slightly and looked him in the eye. She spoke softly, " Can I ask you something? "

Getting intrigued, he said, " Anyhtjing, Amelia. You don't need to ask me if you want to know something."

She frowned slightly. With a hint of aggravation, she questioned, " Why did you strongly say no to having threesome with my friend but then suggested Carina? Am I not good enough?"

Link panicked hearing her words. Did my words come out like that? Does she really think I meant that?! Nooo.

Link panicked hearing her words, he rushed out, " No, Amelia! What makes you think that?!," he asked incredulously.

" It's just...forget it. It's really silly," she looked down at her hands. Link cupped her cheeks and made her look him in the eyes. " You can talk to me. What's the matter? What did you think? ," he whispered softly.

" It's just, you've done it before. A lot. You said it yourself. And I haven't. So I thought I won't be good enough that's why you wanted another woman as a third participant for you and not a man." What she said next made her angry. " I didn't like the thought of you doing things you do to me to some other girl. Certainly not Carina who's so sexy and an expert in these things!" She was still looking down at her hands angrily so she completely missed a smile beginning to form on his lips.

Am I wrong or does she really sound jealous? She looks so cute like this! A small smile played on his lips. He never thought this would bring such a reaction out of her. Who am I kidding? I got jealous too when she suggested doing it with a man. Who am I to judge? He chuckled. He was loving this jealous side of hers. It was highly arousing and sweet. She continued to ramble, " I mean, it's not like I'm that clingy type of girls. I just didn't like it. The image makes me want to barf. And I don't u understand why I'm feeling like this. I mean, I never felt like this with anyone." She finally looked in his eyes, " But you. You're different. With you, it's...it's something else. It's really, really good." She blushed furiously at her admission.

I am not in high school! Why did I have to vomit my feelings? Ugghh I literally have no filter. Stupid. She was in mid-panic mode. " Uh...um...I didn't...", she tried to form a coherent sentence but her embarrassment won. She was really nervous. Link suddenly shushed her with a finger placed softly on her lips. He then smoothed the creases on her forehead with his fingers and proceeded to cup her cheeks again.

He kissed her burning cheeks making her blush harder. He then looked her in the eyes, whispering warmly, " It's okay, Amelia. You don't need to feel embarassed. It's just me. And I'm glad you told me. I'm actually very happy you feel this way." He grinned.

Amelia was confused. " What...? "

He smirked, " Well, at least I got to see Jealous Amelia." He winked at her causing her insides to do flip-flops. Why does it feel so hot again? She wanted to fan her face but resisted. "Shut up," she stated with embarrassment. He quickly sobered up and gave her a sincere look.

" You don't have to think you're not good enough. Because, Amelia trust me. There is nothing better sex with you. I love it! You think you're not good enough? You're the best, Amelia. You're the only one who can keep up with me. You evoke feelings in me. I never felt this way with anyone in the past." His words were the push she needed. She leaned towards him and kissed him. Passionately. Realizing they were in a public place, they broke the kiss after a minute, breathing heavily. But almost everybody had left the park by then. They had their much needed privacy now.

" And by the way, the feeling is mutual." His face turned hard at his next words. " I didn't like the prospect of doing it with your friend in the least bit. I can't even bear to imagine another man's hands on your body, Amelia." He placed a kiss on her right cheek. " I hated that image, Amelia. I want to be the only man to do those things to you. I didn't like to imagine that. I knew for a fact that if I even saw someone else even touching you, I would've hit him. Badly. " He kissed her nose. Amelia was looking at him with dark eyes. His words did many things to her body. They tugged her heart strings, woke the butterflies in her stomach up and she felt tingles down there.

She smiled widely. Almost grinned. He is acting so possessive! She loved to see him like this. It aroused her a great deal. He looked so hot when he was jealous. She wanted to grab his face and kiss him senseless. So she did just that. To say that Link was surprised by her sudden action would be an understatement. They kissed passionately and desperately for several moments till oxygen became a necessity. They panted heavily. Link pulled her in his embrace. He inhaled her scent, lost in the feeling of having her in his arms. His arms were the safest place she could be. She felt safe in his strong arms.

Link grinned and pulled back. " Wanna grab ice cream? I saw an ice cream vendor on the way." Amelia who had a soft spot for once cream smiled and nodded vigorously. They fell into a fit of laughter before leaving the park hand-in-hand, all of the tension at the dinner now resolved. Link bought their favourite ice cream which they enjoyed on the ride home.

Reaching Meredith's home, Link hurried out the door and rushed to her side. He grinned while opening her car door. Amelia giggled furiously, " Ypu really like doing this, don't you? "

Link laughed, " Like I said before, at your service ma'am." Again, he earned a smack to his chest. He walked her to the door and lingered. Amelia turned towards him. Both of them didn't want the night to end. They had the best time with each other. They stared at each other with dark, greedy eyes before Link could not tolerate anymore.

He pulled her to him by her waist. He wrapped his arms protectively around her waist, pulling her snug to his body. He had wanted to feel her body against his since he saw her in that dress. He couldn't control himself anymore. She looked absolutely gorgeous and sexy. A man can only hold on for so long.

Amelia was feeling nothing different. She couldn't even describe how turned on she was right now. She had enjoyed thoroughly with him. He made her feel different. He made her feel special. This had never happened to her before. She loved his company, the way he talked to her, the way he got possessive, the way he held her, kissed her, made her weak in the knees. She realised right then and there, I am falling for this amazing man. Hard.

Amelia moaned into his mouth when his hand moved down her back to her ass. He pushed them towards the wall and pinned her body between his strong, muscular chest and the cool, hard wall. Their tongues were battling for dominance. Amelia pulled at his hair trying to deepen the kiss. He pulled her body even closer to his, if that was even possible. He squeezed her butt eliciting a moan from her. He knew how much she liked it. He then moved down her jaw till he reached her earlobe and took it in his mouth.

One hand tugging his hair, her other hand travelled down his chest, feeling those sturdy abs through the shirt that did justice to his sexy physique. She was kissing wherever she could as he was distracting her. He then moved down to her neck and suckled. She gasped when she felt his hand moving up her body up front. He finally reached his goal and gave a gentle squeeze. She pulled his face up and kissed him hungrily. She pulled back after several minutes, trying to catch her breath.

With their foreheads touching, Link opened his eyes to stare at her face. He loved this with her so much! Amelia finally opened her ocean, blue eyes and he got lost in them. Amelia softly whispered, " We decided to take it slow, Link. We can't do this just yet." It physically pained her to utter those words. She wanted him so badly right now. Link groaned softly, his head falling on her shoulder.

Amelia laughed, " Come on, Link. You're making it hard for me to resist. Come on, come on." She groaned when his right hand lingered on her butt and caressed softly. He smirked." Are you sure I should go? Now?! " When he started placing soft kisses on her shoulder blades, she realised that if he continued this any longer, she wouldn't be able to hold back. So she snapped out of her trance. This evil man! She pushed him lightly, "NOPE. You can't play dirty. Come on, goooo " She laughed at his mock hurt expression but he soon obliged. He leaned down for one last kiss of the night. He intended it to be soft and gentle but things were quickly taking a different turn.

He pulled back and smiled at her gleaming face. Ughh I want to kiss her so bad the whole night! He resisted though. They had agreed to take it slow to avoid what happened before. He wanted it to work this time. He would not give up. Doesn't mean she couldn't, right? After all, it was her idea to take it slow, not mine. Let her be the one to give up! Suddenly with a devilish gleam in his eye, he got determined. This game would be quite entertaining. " See you tomorrow?" She nodded her head yes and hugged him briefly, wanting contact a little bit more.

She waved him goodbye and turned to enter her home. Link waited until after she had safely entered her house before leaving. He was genuinely happy. The ride to his home was spent reminiscing about the night.

Amelia walked inside in a daze. She could still feel tingles in her whole body. That kiss! She was literally drooling when she ran smack into someone. Irritated, she looked up to see none other than Maggie with her arms folded in front of her, a smirk on her face. " Care to explain? " Amelia internally groaned, this was literally going to be a long night.

Author's Note:

Hey guyss!! Sorry for the exceptionally long chapter 😅. I just couldn't control myself and wrote on and on. Please don't be mad at me 😂

Anyway, how was this chapter? I hope you like it! I would really like know your thoughts about my interpretation of their date in the comments section. Many more happy Amelink moments to come! I'll try to update as soon as possible ;) Until then. Please like, comment and reblog 💫

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I Need A Favor ✨

Damian Wayne x Reader.

Request: Can I please request # 11 (“my mom keeps setting me up, so i need you to pretend to be my boyfriend.”) from the fake dating trope prompts with Damian Wayne?

Notes: Don’t we all know an asshole like Chad? Requests still open!

Warnings: a male character that overlooks consent.

Prompt List Here.

 “I need a favor.”

You don’t know what exactly made you think it was a good idea to ask him. Maybe it was because he seemed to be the most suitable person to stump all of your mother’s prying questions, or maybe it was because you had known him long enough that he wouldn’t judge you for asking for this particular favor amongst friends. Or perhaps, and this seemed most likely, it was because asking him to fake date you was easier to do than confess your actual feelings to him.

“What is it?” he asks, book shutting with a snap. He always looked at you so intensely, it made you long to peer into his brain and see what he was thinking.

“You’re not going to be thrilled. Er…it’s kind of mundane.” You tried very hard to return his stare, to maintain level contact with his eyes but as a dark eyebrow went up in intrigue, you felt an immense desire to sit down, legs buckling a little. He was so effortlessly striking.

“If it doesn’t involve matters of life or death, I’m sure Grayson or Todd would be happy to assist you,” he says nonchalantly with a brief flicker of a grin, swinging his legs back up on the table and resuming his reading.

Just spit it out, you chastise yourself. How hard is it to just ask for a favor? It was Damian after all, he would never tease you about it. Besides, he was right. If he declined, Tim or Dick would be nice enough to help you out. In fact, you were sure even Jason wouldn’t mind, although that might just make your mother even more insistent on picking out your new boyfriend. You take a deep breath and his eyes flick up to you as you exhale, mouth quirking in amusement.

“My mom keeps setting me up, so i need you to pretend to be my boyfriend,” You say in one quick breath. Thankfully, Damian doesn’t laugh but he doesn’t look compliant either.

“And why me?”

You look down at the rug, moving a foot from left to right as though you were coaxing the earth to open up and swallow you whole. Why him? Because you had undeniable feelings for him that ran so deep that you were sure his name was written across your heart, imprinted in your bones and weaved into your soul.

Instead you say, “If it’s you, she won’t ask questions. She knows you’re a private person.” You unwittingly move around the table to sit next to him on the other side. His body heat radiates off him in waves and you feel a little light headed when he leans in towards you. He doesn’t say anything, just stares.

“Please Damian,” you start when the silence becomes too overwhelming. “Please, please pl--”

“Alright I’ll do it.”

“You will?”

“Yes. We’re friends are we not? I do not appreciate watching you suffer,” his smile is as warm and genuine as his words. Your stomach swoops and you feel a little dizzy but you manage to stutter out a thanks. “Plus, Talia has been doing the same to me.

November marked the beginning of the new financial year in Gotham city and as the chill of October bled into the frigid cold that meant autumn was at its peak; Gotham City’s elite prepared for the season where summer luncheons and October masquerades seamlessly shifted into dinner parties and extravagant galas under the glow of twinkling lights.

You and Damian had agreed on simple terms. At the next major gala of Gotham’s elite that Wayne Enterprises was set to host, you’d introduce him to your mother as your boyfriend; claim that it was a new relationship which would shut down her quest of finding you a life partner, and after that you’d both slink of to do whatever you wished.

Except, as most plans go, things went awry pretty much at the start at the evening. Damian had gotten caught up in a mission with Jason and had texted you several times to apologize but promise that he’d be there, he’d just be a little late, which didn’t seem that bad. Until you had arrived and your mother warned you to be on your best behavior before immediately ambushing you with three potential suitors all at once; a pretty blonde named Celeste who was fun to hang out with but quietly ran off to another party when her parents weren’t looking, Jeremy, who barely even glanced your way most of the night, instead spending most of his name stalking off to take heated phone calls and Chad, whose father was an accountant at Wayne Enterprises, and who was very clearly on steroids. He spent most of the evening regaling you of tales of his lacrosse victories and drinking a continuous stream of champagne.

You feigned interest valiantly. Across the room, your mother caught your eye and mouthed “Smile. Act more interested.” You briefly contemplated jumping off the nearby balcony, deciding against it because it was very likely that one of the Bat-kids would swoop in to rescue you, the bastards. But as the evening wore on, Damian absence seemed to tear a hole in your heart. You couldn’t help but wonder if this was his way of backing out of the plan. Perhaps it made him too uncomfortable to fake that kind of interest in you? You didn’t blame him. But it still stung.

As Chad reminded you that he was the star player of his team for what seemed like the millionth time, you noticed that he was invading more and more of your personal space with each flute of champagne. Something akin to bile began to rise in your throat as his arm slipped from your shoulder to your lower back, dangerously close to your butt. You fought hard to maintain a neutral expression, but this close the scent of his cologne was suffocating you and you wanted nothing more than to snap his grabby arm and run away. You tried to formulate an excuse in your mind. If you played sick and left early, your mom would just wait until the next gala event to try again and if you out rightly told her to cut it out, she’d get all offended and you’d never hear the end of it.

You briefly succeed in shaking him with the excuse of needing to speak with your mother, whilst he went in search of more drinks. You expected her to at least hear you out but she barely even let you get a word out.

“Go dance with Chad. He seems to be treating you nicely enough.” Yes mother but he’s also been trying to cop a feel all night and I’m not keen on giving him an opportunity, you thought bitterly. To add insult to injury Chad re-appeared with two glasses and an even stronger interest in getting you alone with him. He tugged on your arm, face set in what you assumed to be a pout but much rather looked as though he was constipated.

“Come on. I know you want to. Don’t you want to have some fun?” he slurred into your ear, his fingers digging too tightly into your waist. Bile began to rise in your throat again as you mother nodded approvingly at the sight of you. You couldn’t decide if you were about to be sick or if you were going to burst into tears.

“Come on!” he tried again, a little more forceful this time, “I know you want to.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You can’t be dressed like that and expect me to believe you.” He said arrogantly.

“Excuse me?” you could feel the angry tears threatening to burst like a flooded dam. Regardless of what happened next, even if you broke his nose, you were probably going to start crying. You felt so trapped and overwhelmed. Hurt enveloped you like a blanket; your perfect plan in ruins, your mother refusing to save you from the clutches of a creep and said creep becoming increasingly agitated by your rejection of his advances.

And just when you thought all was lost, when you thought your only option came down to violence, Damian appeared through the grand doors, looking like an angel of salvation in a suit. His dark hair was artfully tousled, one single strand falling across his forehead just so. His skin looked a little wan and he had dark circles under his eyes but he marched towards you with purpose, adjusting his blazer and fixing Chad with a dangerous leer. You didn’t miss the way his jaw ticked or his fists clenched. He played the part of the jealous boyfriend really well.

“Oh thank God, you made it,” you say, walking towards him, positively delighted to let him rescue you, “I was just hmph-”

And then he was kissing you; it was something fierce and primal and a little desperate on your part. His lips were warm and his pink mouth is just as soft as you had imagined it to be. Your hands slid into his hair as he licked into your mouth and when he’d kissed you thoroughly breathless, he pulled away from you slowly with his eyes closed as though the lack of air had made him a little intoxicated.

“Sorry I’m late beloved,” he says, smoothing his thumbs gently across your cheeks.

“It’s ok.” You stutter the words out softly as your head spins; you want him to kiss you again and then again and then forever.

“Who’s your friend?” he asks incredulously, head jerking in Chad’s direction

You bite back a satisfied smile at Chad’s obvious horror, forcing yourself to keep your words pleasant you say, “This is Chad, his dad’s an accountant for your dad, Dami.”

“Oh, really? And in all the years of your father having that position, did he never find the time to teach you about being a decent human being you irreverent leech? You were turned down multiple times and you kept trying to force her. I sure hope that you don’t usually behave like that and I sure hope your father can still be proud of you when he learns of your behaviour here this evening.” You’ve never heard Damian talk like that before. Usually his anger is biting and fierce, but his tone now is calm, only dangerously slow. You feel it necessary to keep a palm against his chest, tethering him to you.

“He’s right. I’d like an apology.”

He stutters out a sorry with wide eyes and a slack jaw and the turns away as fast he can. You make a mental note to ask Barbara to run a background check on him before turning back to Damian.

“How long have you been watching Damian?”

“Long enough .”

Still wrapped in his arms, you lean up on your toes to look directly into his eyes. They still sparkled brightly with amusement, hazel/green pools that were flecked with bits of honey-gold told you that his anger had subsided. You both let the moment linger unequivocally enthralled by each other. His nose brushes against yours and as your breaths mingle; his minty and yours smelling of champagne, he leans in to close the distance and capture you into another kiss.

“Is my mother looking?” you say against his chin once you’ve pulled away.

“Yes,” he says, his voice hoarse. It’s one word but it sounds so delicious that you shiver against him.

“Good. Thank you Damian, you’re the best fake boyfriend ever. I owe you one,” you whisper into his neck.

“Actually, I need to ask you for a favour,” he tilts your chin up, pinning you with his gaze, “Forgive me, but I lied before. I didn’t agree to this just because we’re friends, or because my mother is setting me up; TT she couldn’t care less. I agreed to this, because I could no longer conceal my feelings for you.”

He loosens his arms around you, taking your palms gently into his as you stare at him with confusion written all over your face.

“I said yes because I thought this would make it easier for me to ask. Would you…”

“Yes.”

“You don’t even know what I was about to say, beloved,” he smiles, brilliantly.

“I don’t care Dami. Just keep calling me that and keep kissing me.”

He complies.

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Human (3/3)

“We’re so human,”

Logan hasn’t stopped pacing backwards and forwards for the last five minutes, muttering to himself intelligibly. Roman sat at the table, leaning back in his chair as he watched the other with interest. “Not one single situation?” He asked calmly, although the other looked to be anything but, one hand combing through his hair to try and think. 

“Roman, even with the realization that I do in fact experience some emotions, this is the one thing that logic cannot do there is no logic in love,” The prince swallowed nervously, looking down at the table, he could feel his own heart sink but that was not something he could presently address. 

“There’s some logic in love, happiness, overall good mental health, building a stable relationship for a family...” He trails off because Logan is not really listening, well he is, but Roman can already see that for every point he makes, logic will have a counter argument. 

“There’s no Logic in love, look at Thomas and Patton, the two of them were emotionally ruined after Thomas’ last break up, why put yourself through a risk when it can end...like that,” Roman inhales sharply, he knows he himself suffered because of the last breakup, even Virgil had become overwhelmingly heightened at that time. Only Logan had seemingly remained unaffected. Maybe there was no logic in love, if it hadn’t affected him. 

“But there’s also a lot of benefits,” He might be arguing with himself more than Logan here, but he spilled out the words anyway, as passionately as he could manage. “Like...when they were together, Thomas was always happy, his happiness increased his inspiration and productivity, and he wasn’t so anxious which means he thought less and did more, I worked better, Patton worked better, Virgil worked better and because we were working better that must have had an effect on you too,” Logan looked up from the floor, hand resting on his chin as his face drew into a look of concentration. “Which means love does has logic too it because it logically can improve your performance, both ethically and with work,” The intellectual side thinks about this, the seconds seem to drag out as Roman hangs on to the silence with bated breath, waiting for the other to announce his conclusion. 

“I...suppose...you have a point,” He sighs indecisively, his hand waving through the air as he turned to face Roman again. “But I still have not felt it, and I wouldn’t even know if I had felt it,” Roman smiles and taps the table in indication for him to sit down. “Have you ever felt love Roman?” The question has weight, Roman’s smile falls and he clears his throat, his gaze tries not to linger on his friend’s questioning hazel eyes. 

“I have, for someone else, love feels like...like you’re expecting to see someone, constantly and they’re on your mind a lot, you develop a fascination for them, wanting to know how they work, how they tick,” If they can feel love, he thinks, but this remains unsaid. “Your heart beats fast when you see them and everything they say can make you smile, your empathy levels increase for them and them alone, someone who makes you want to exist, and makes you feel better because they exist, even if you don’t see eye to eye all the time, It’s someone you can fight with and know everything will be okay, it’s someone you can work with even if not everything is perfect,”  Logan looks startled, no, petrified as he looks down at his hands. “I think I need a break from this,” He mutters and stands up quickly, knocking the chair over. “I need some air, Roman, I’m sorry,” Roman watches the other hurrying away, almost sending Patton flying as he entered through the door Logan was leaving through. The moral side gives Roman a questioning look, but he can only shake his head in return. 

--

When Roman next sees Logan, he confronts him on the problem, and the intellectual side struggles to make words form sentences for six seconds straight, uncharacteristically stumbling over his words before he finally mutters. “I think there’s a distinct possibility I have experienced and do experience love,” The creative side looks desperate to not beam in response, seeing the panic written across the other’s face. This must genuinely be terrifying for Logan, he reminds himself, in just a few weeks identifying emotions as ones he’s experienced and now something as big as this? 

“It’s a good thing Logan, it’s a good emotion to help you counteract your anger,” He places a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “It also means you’ve completed your list of emotions that you have felt, completely, which means it will  make it easier for you identify and allow yourself to experience emotions,” 

“I don’t like it,” Logan replies, his heart is hammering in his chest, he feels nauseous, sick, like his entire body had given up trying to contain his own feelings. Feeling, the word alone was making his head hurt insistently. “I don’t like this Roman, It’s not...It’s not who I’m supposed to be,” He leans against the wall, closing his eyes as he inhales deeply, he knows this rhythm, he’s seen Virgil do it so many times. Panic. Breathe. Panic. Breathe. Logan felt as though his entire biological code was unraveling in front of him and he were simply trying to grasp at the strings as they untangled from his soul. “I’m not you, I’m not Patton, or Virgil I’m not..”

“Logan listen too me, all of us, as sides, as pieces to Thomas’ puzzle, we encompass more than we were designed too, take Virgil for example, what’s Virgil’s job, Logan?” He knows what he’s doing, asking him questions to distract his mind from the existential terror that was slowly wearing him away into a paradoxical loop of questioning and subsequently, not liking the answer. 

“Anxiety, he’s anxiety, he’s Thomas’ fears...worries, the things that make him scared and overthink,” Roman nods. 

“Good, but what else does Virgil do that he doesn’t get in the job description, things that he does because he’s also an independent being with free will and his own biological chemistry?” Logan pauses, he doesn’t know how to answer,not because he didn’t have an answer, but because for some reason his mind was giving him all the answers at once. He tries to slow it down, but only becomes frustrated. “He cares, he cares about all of us, he defends Patton when he feels he’s being ignored, he loves us all and Thomas because we’re his friends, Anxiety isn’t supposed to love, but Virgil does love us, and care very deeply for us all, maybe he even feels romantic love, we don’t know, but what we do know is that there are even sides to us, not as complex as Thomas, but there,” Logan exhales a breath he hadn’t known he had been holding and nods calmly. 

“Yes, that’s...that makes sense, even as subsets of Thomas’ personality, we have our own characteristics, albeit not as complex or in depth as Thomas’, but there, nevertheless,” Roman nods with a wide grin. “And if I do...feel love, platonic or romantic, that is simply one of those characteristics, not something that is particularly wrong with me,” It clicks in the prince’s head now that this is why Logan had been freaking out. He had assumed it was wrong for him to feel emotion given that he was in fact logic, and that something had gone wrong, that he was somehow faulty because it wasn’t in his job role to experience...feelings. 

Roman’s hand on Logan’s shoulder softens with Roman’s expression and he nods before bringing Logan into a brief and loose hug. “There’s nothing wrong with you,” He mutters, releasing the other as he sensed he didn’t know what to do with himself. “We’re all a little different, we have things and do things outside of our normal roles, it’s okay, Logan, it’s normal, nothing and no one is ever that black and white, just like humans, we are mimics of human beings and we were designed that way, our feelings and thoughts, they are human and it makes us better to have them,”

Logan leans against the wall, leaning into Roman’s touch, without thinking his hand comes up to place over the prince’s, seeking that warm touch that had previously stopped his mind racing so much. He inhales and exhales gently, looking over at the other with a nod of acceptance. “Then it needs to be said,” He stands up straight, his eyes calculating as they stare straight through Princey. The creative side swears he can feel his soul move with the other’s expression. “It has come to my attention that I experience affectionate...emotions when in your presence, whilst we often lose our temper at each other, you bring a lot of entertainment to the table, you’re an interesting person and my heart rate tends to increase in your presence and, as Thomas would phrase you ‘Make me feel teeny tiny little butterflies in my tummy,’, I believe that I may love you, it is the only conclusion I can draw,” 

If there had been five seconds of his life that Roman Sanders wish he could freeze and replay forever, this was it. “I’m glad,” He grins, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet as he looks at the other “I love you too, nerd,” Logan accepts the hug this time, more prepared as he feels the strong arms of his friend wrap around his lithe frame, replying with his own hands around Roman’s waist. It felt...nice. Good. Enjoyable. He tries not to analyse everything, like how the other man smells, or the fabric of his clothes or the detrimental impact this could have (He does anyway).

“I believe I do love the others, but in a different sense, platonic love and romantic love come with many different factors that I am yet to learn, but romantically, I am interested in you,” Logan elaborates, his head resting on Roman’s chin. The creative side laughs and Logan can feel it in his own stomach. This really is not bad. He continues his internal monologue regarding the comfortableness of his friend’s shoulder and the way he can feel him breathe right down to his own lungs. 

Perhaps this experiment had not been so bad after all. 

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No Kissing In Front Of Me *Steve Harrington x Reader*

Requested by Anon: Steve Harrington x Reader where you’re Dustin’s older sister and Dustin has Steve over to babysit him bc Reader is supposed to be out on a date but she comes home like halfway through with like super ready eyes and tells them she found out he’s cheating on her because he stood her up to go with the other girl or something Pairings: Dustin Henderson x Sibling! Reader & Billy Hargrove x Reader (Mentioned briefly) & Steve Harrington x Reader Word Count:  A/N: I couldn’t be bothered to make up a name for the reader to possibly be on a date with. Billy is someone that comes across as a cheating, maybe not taking the relationship with reader seriously, type. - Rosalie

“Why are you even going out with that jackass?” Dustin asked, watching you through the vanity mirror reflection as you got ready for your date. You muttered a soft ‘language’ to your little brother who just scoffed. “You can date anyone, literally, ANYBODY! But you go out, willingly, with Billy Hargrove?”

You sighed gently as you finished with your make up. You had been going out on a few dates with the new guy, well he wasn’t new anymore, he and his sister had been here for a few months. You didn’t really get why Dustin and his party hated him, he was kind of an asshole but so was everyone else in this town. Dustin always said, ‘There are just things that I know that you don’t, I don’t trust him’. You liked he was looking out for you but you’re the older sibling, it should be the other way round.

“Why do you hate him so much? Enough with the bullshit, what happened to make you hate him?” Dustin shrugged, shoulders slumped and eyes cast to his hands as he toyed with your comforter on your bed. “I’m going on that date, Dustin. Whatever you think of him isn’t true, he’s been nothin’ but nice to me. He doesn’t pressure me for anythin’ and he’s really sweet too. Tell me what happened and I won’t go on that date, if you tell me what happened with Billy I’ll call him off.”

Before Dustin can even open his mouth the doorbell chimes, you raise your eyebrows but Dustin sighs. You both stand up, you’re dressed in a pale pink dress with a denim jacket thrown on. Dustin opens the door, revealing Steve Harrington, his babysitter for the night, plus a new founded best friend. It was cute, how both he and Steve had a brotherly bond. They looked out for one another, it made you smile to see Dustin finally have someone to look up to, admire and Steve was someone that you trusted to lead your brother in a good direction.

You smiled as Steve looked at you. “Wow, Y/N, you look… wow.” He compliments, at loss for words and it brings a slight blush upon your cheeks as you roll your eyes at him.

“Okay, I’ll see you both in a few hours. Don’t miss me too much,” You grin waving bye at both of them and walking out of the door.

*Steve’s P.O.V kinda*

Steve stared at the door as it closed softly, watching you leave to go on a date with Billy Hargrove always rubbed him the wrong way. Knowing that someone as kind, sweet and genuinely good was hanging around with the asshole Billy, made Steve feel sick to his stomach. His blood boiled at the thought of it, it left a funny after taste in Steve’s mouth whenever you talked about your dates with Billy.

“Steve!” Dustin’s voice pulled Steve from his mind and he looked at the shithead and shrugged his shoulders in response. “Jealousy back again?”

Steve rolled his eyes and sat down, Dustin had got into his pea-sized brain that Steve was jealous. Jealous that Billy got to date you and not him, which was ridiculous. Steve Harrington doesn’t get jealous, he doesn’t even know why he’d be jealous. It’s just you. Dustin’s older sister. Who was sweet, kind and beautiful, who had this thing where if she laughs too hard she hiccups?

“I’m not jealous of Billy Hargrove,” Steve states, turning the TV on and looking at the VHS movies that Dustin had picked to watch tonight. “What do I have to be jealous about?”

Dustin rolled his eyes, sitting down also. “Are you pretending to be dumb or are you actually this stupid all of the time?” That receives a stern glare from Harrington, “I know she’s my sister but I am told constantly that she’s beautiful, plus she has to be somewhat good looking because ” Dustin gestures to his smiling face and Steve tries not to chuckle at that. “It’s okay if you like-like her, better you than Billy.”

Steve puts in the movie and that leaves him to think over what Dustin has said. He glances at Dustin who is consumed by the movie, mouth slightly agape as he fully zoned in on the SyFy movie. Steve had grown accustomed to life with the kids, looking after the little shits was now just second nature to him. You were sort of a package deal, you didn’t know about any of the events with the upside down world but you managed to still be part of their lives. You were sort of an innocence that everyone loved, you knew something has happened but you preferred to not know.

It’s for the better that way. Steve liked that you weren’t carrying any of the weight, that you managed to still be a supportive person but in a way that was different for everyone. It was hard to keep that life away from you, it’s partly why he hates you are dating Billy. If you knew what had happened, you wouldn’t be dating him but he had made a promise. To the boys, to Eleven, to Hopper and Joyce to not tell.

“So, you wouldn’t mind if I dated Y/N?” Steve asked, eyes trained on the TV. “I know she’s dating Billy but if that didn’t work out-”

“Steve, you have my permission to date my sister. No kissing in front of me, that’s all I ask.” Steve smiles slightly and both go back to watching the movie, halfway in when the front door crashes open. “Son-of-a-bitch!” Dustin yells, turning his head to see his sister standing in the doorway, he holds his hand over his heart.

It takes both boys a few seconds to realise you’re crying. Eyes red, small sobs escaping your lips and you throw your purse to the floor and pull off your shoes, running past them towards your room ignoring their yells of your name. Steve looks at Dustin who is just as shocked as he is by your outburst.

“You don’t think Billy…” Dustin trails off, instantly Steve is to his feet and Dustin follows him down the short hall to your door where Steve knocks on the door. “Y/N, we’re coming in!” Dustin yells, knowing you never lock your door anyway.

Steve opens the door silently and both peak in. Your laying on your bed, hair a mess of curls and crying into a pillow. Dustin walks passed Steve, sitting down beside your head and petting your hair softly, trying to comfort you silently. Steve awkwardly sits down, placing a hand on the small of your back and rubbing comforting circles. They wait till your sobs had quieted down, listening to cry was one of the worst things Steve has endured. Yeah, he’s had to fight demogorgons but this was another level.

“Y/N, what happened?” Steve asked and you lifted your head, hair sticking your tear stained cheeks that are red and blotchy. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, anger swept through them but also sadness. “Did Billy… do something… like-”

“No.” You shake your head, fresh tears welling in your eyes. “He turned up with another girl, with Stacy. He’s been seeing her behind my back, cause I wasn’t putting out.” Dustin's face flashed with anger. “I’m such a stupid shit head!” You groaned, accepting the hug from your little brother and Steve scoffed, causing both Henderson siblings to look at him.

Steve shakes his head. “Billy is the shithead. You deserve better than him, got it? A guy like that isn’t worth your tears, you’re too good for him. If he can’t keep it in his pants that’s his fault, not yours.” You raised your eyebrows at Steve, who crossed his arms and glared at the wall opposite him. “I should punch him in the face again for doing that to you.”

“Again?” You asked slightly amused that he had even punched Billy for the first time. Dustin looks wide-eyed at Steve who does the same, you sighed. “Need to know, right?” They nod and smiled slightly. “Thank you, both of you for being here. I think I’m going to call it a night.” They nod, Dustin gets up and leaves the room first but Steve hesitates, making you look at him slightly confused.

He shuffles slightly nervously. “Y/N… have a good sleep.” Steve sighs before leaving your room, kicking himself for not saying anything to you about his true feelings.

*

It had been almost a week since that godawful date with Billy. You tried to keep yourself occupied, extra schoolwork and hanging out with Nancy. The humiliation of that day was what hurt you the most, Billy had let you believe the date was still on, he didn’t cancel or say anything about what was happening with Stacy. He let you walk in, alone and see him with another girl like he planned it or something.

Walking down the street towards your house you hear arguing. Well, more of bickering between two people. You glance up to see Steve and Dustin in the driveway of your home, Dustin was meant to be at Mike’s studying and Steve, well he was meant to be off being Steve somewhere else- having a day off from being the kid's mom. You frown as you walk closer, Steve is holding roses and Dustin has his radio headset on, seemingly talking over it whilst simultaneously walking to Steve.

“What’s going on?” You asked walking closer, Dustin jumps slightly and turns to you with a nervous smile. “I thought you were going to Mike’s tonight?” You asked with a slight frown at his reaction.

It’s a solid minute before anyone speaks up. “I’m helping Steve… he’s got a date.” You nod slowly and glance at Steve, who is nervously stood holding the roses and smiling awkwardly. A pang of something shoots through your chest, whoever he was taking on a date was a lucky girl.

“Oh.” Is all you can manage, “Well, have fun and don’t take all of my brother's advice.” You try to chuckle and smile but it sounds forced, you go to walk around them and inside the house, to cry to your mother but you’re stopped by someone tugging on your wrist.

You frown up at Steve. “Y/N, I need to tell you something.” You nod and turn back towards Steve, waiting for whatever he needs to say, he stares at you for a moment. “Fuck it!”

Before you can process what is happening his lips are on yours, his hands holding your shoulders and the roses fall to the floor beside your feet. You instantly respond, melting into the kiss that’s unlike anything you’ve ever had. You feel Steve smile against your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist as yours rest against his neck.

“GROSS!” You pull apart and look at Dustin, who is horrified. “I said no kissing in front of me, that was the only rule. You asshole.” he picks up his bike, muttering curse words and names at Steve, “one fucking rule, can even follow that. I do everything to help this guy, this is how he repays me.”

Steve purses his lips and holds back the chuckle. “Thank you, shithead,” Steve calls, Dustin turns and flips him off before riding off down the street to Mikes. “It was worth breaking that one rule.” Steve shrugged at you, you chuckled lightly nudging him, he bends down and picks up the roses again. “Prepare to go on the best date of your life.” He challenges, pulling you by your hand towards his car.

“Is this the first time you’ve hung out with someone your own age in a while?” You smirk as Steve blinks at you, mock offence. “How will they survive without you?”

Steve rolled his eyes, opening your door before walking around to his side and starting the engine to the car. It’s silent as he begins to drive off towards your date destination, “I do need to stop in to make sure they all get home okay.” He mutters causing you to chuckle at him, he sighs and chuckles along with you.

(Decided to end it funny. Hopefully, whoever requested this likes it. I had fun writing it, I like the whole Dustin’s sister thing, I like writing the reader as one of the kids sibling. - Rosalie)

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington one shot #stranger things one shot #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #dustin henderson x reader #billy hargrove x reader

[vivalamusaine]

I've always had this headcanon where Maruis and Cosette are each other's first love, and it's as sickening cute as it is in the book and everyone thinks they'll be together forever. Then they both realize they're bi and not actually in love anymore (two separate discoveries). They break up, stay BFFs and fall in love with other people. (namely Courf and Ep)

Hey, this speaks to me on a veeeery personal level, friend. This post will be long and have feelings and stuff.

June.

Cosette had been thinking about things for months. Unpleasant things, things that made her mood change and her mouth curve downwards in an uncharacteristic mope.

She could deny and try to pretend for as long as she wanted. But when it really came down to the quiet moments like these, she knew in her heart that her relationship with Marius had run its course. They felt much more like friends than lovers, more like roommates than cohabiting partners.

The worst thing about it was that everybody perceived them as perfect. She’d lost count at the amount of times somebody had aww’d in their general direction, described them as goals or told them they were perfect for each other.

But they weren’t, and it hurt- but Cosette was sick of pretending. She was also sick of fantasising about dates with other, pretend people. 

It was an awful call of judgement, to make such a sudden decision to break things off over a petty squabble over dinner. But it wasn’t the little thing that broke her, it was the collection of little things that became a mountain of one big unspoken thing. She was unhappy, and they had stopped bringing out the best in each other a long time ago.

There was crying and frustrated arguments and desperate attempts for each of the other to understand what they were saying, but by 9:00PM that night, they were done.

Marius & Cosette the perfect couple were no more.

Marius and Cosette the individuals were just beginning. 

When Marius came to Courfeyrac’s door, eyes red and slightly swollen, an overnight bag clutched tightly in his arms and a broken look upon his face, Courfeyrac didn’t need to ask him what had happened. Instead, like any good friend, he offered him a place on his couch and a kind ear to ramble to.

“I’m never going to find anybody else as perfect as her.” He said in between sobs. Courfeyrac’s heart broke for him, and he lent a comforting touch to Marius’ shoulder.

“Marius,” Courfeyrac said with his patented ‘everything will be okay’ smile. “You’re perfect, you have nothing to worry about. You’ll find your perfect match.”

As Marius moved onto another insecurity, Courfeyrac’s smile faded only slightly.

He thought sadly how unfortunate it was, that Marius would never know those words were not of empty comfort from a friend who just wanted to make their other friend happy. Instead they were words spoken genuinely, from a man who’d been hiding an unrequited crush for his dear friend.

July.

The last month had been incredibly difficult for Cosette. People always expected the person who initiated the break up to be more okay than the breakee, but for Cosette it was as though she’d lost a large part of herself.

It had taken almost all of her energy and self restraint to not reach out to Marius and break their mutual agreement of no contact. It was hard to adjust to the change. She had invested almost every day for the past 5 years into him, into them. To suddenly not have Marius to talk to was the biggest challenge of them all. Sometimes she just wanted to reach out to him, and tell him about the silly dog she’d seen on the street. Only to pause and remember, she had no right to do that anymore. 

White noise was all that was left, and all she was owed.

It had been a month now, and it wasn’t as hard anymore. There were nights where it would get lonely, but ultimately she didn’t regret her decision, and she found herself quite enjoying her time alone. 

She had finally decided it was time to come out of her homebody cocoon she’d built for herself by taking a trip to the nearest thrift shop for more knitting supplies. She was absentmindedly wasting time rifling through old vinyl records when her attention was caught.

“Eponine?” She said before thinking, and Eponine turned around to face, clearly she had not intended to see anybody she knew here.

“Oh, hey.” she replied, walking over to her.

“I haven’t seen you around in ages.” Cosette said, filling in the awkward silence. “You stopped going to meetings.”

Eponine rubbed the back of her head with a sheepish look. “Yeah, I um. I was busy. It was never on when I could go.”

The truth of the matter was that it was getting far too painful for Eponine to keep coming back and seeing Marius and Cosette so perfectly in love. She admittingly didn’t know why it had bothered her so much- she’d gotten over her crush on Marius a long time ago. But for some reason seeing them both together brought out something incredibly ugly in her. An untameable monster of petty envy and jealousy.

Cosette nodded. “I actually haven’t been lately either.” she admitted. It had been precisely a month since she’d last attended. She shot Eponine a grin. “Poor Musichetta must be sick of being stuck to deal with all those boys alone.”

Eponine laughed at this, a sound Cosette was fond to hear more of. She found herself grinning from ear to ear- the first time another person had made her genuinely smile in a month. 

“So, how’s Marius?” Eponine asked politely, and Cosette felt herself outwardly flinch. This was the conversation she had been dreading to have. A conversation that would possibly follow her for months on end, considering the amount of people they’d woved their lives into over the course of their relationship.

“We’ve actually broken up.” Cosette said looking down at the old unamed vinyl in her hands. The uneasiness in her stomach swelling slightly.

“Oh,” Eponine said sounding genuinely shocked. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Cosette said, forcing herself to look at Eponine’s eyes- her wonderfully gorgeous eyes- and smile despite the overpowering feeling of wanting to flee and hide in her bedroom for another month. “It’s for the better.”

They continued to talk, even after making their small amount of purchases and leaving the thrift shop, when they rounded the corner of the street where they needed to go their separate ways, neither of them seemed enthused to be leaving the others presence.

“You know,” Eponine said, a little uncertainly. “Enjolras still sends me those meeting invites like clockwork. There’s one on tonight if you wanted to go.”

Cosette thought about seeing Marius again, in a room with their mutual friends. She couldn’t do it. Not yet anyway.

Eponine seemed to know the answer before Cosette had a chance to think of an excuse. “Or if you’d prefer, I’ve got a cheap bottle of wine and a boxset of trashy TV at my apartment.”

Cosette smiled at Eponine. “I’d like that a lot.” She replied. 

August.

Marius hated moving. With the exception of the time he moved in with Cosette, every time he had moved his life had been a personal tragedy. He had been crashing on Courfeyrac’s couch for a month now, and regrettably it was time he moved on.

Especially because he felt that he had crossed an unspoken boundary, and cursed his hopeless romantic heart, for making him fall so quickly and so easily in love.

“You’re going?” Courfeyrac asked when he broke the news. “But why?”

“I just... Think it’s time I stop bothering you.”

“You’re not bothering me!” Courfeyrac said letting out a sort of desperate sounding laugh. “I told you that you can stay as long as you want and I meant it.”

“It’s not-” Marius sighed, he didn’t want to explain it to Courfeyrac whilst he was still under his roof. 

“Did I do something?” Courfeyrac asked uncertainly. Marius looked at him sadly. Took in his overgrown and luscious hair, the cute freckles clustered at the end of his nose and the pout that was threatening to form on his face.

“You haven’t done anything.” Marius replied dejectedly. “I just- I think I have feelings for you and I don’t want to make things weird by staying here. I need our friendship too much for that.”

When Marius finally found the courage to look up at his soon to be ex-roommate.

“Wait- so you’re not straight?” Courfeyrac asked.

“I- I don’t think so? I like you, so-”

“You’re not straight and you like me?!” Courfeyrac asked, his voice becoming high pitched.

“Yes?” 

Courfeyrac was laughing in relief as Marius frowned at him. This was a conversation he would rather be having when he’d secured another place to stay and wouldn’t have to be subjected to an awkward night in his company.

“Marius?” Courfeyrac said after a while. “You’re more than welcome to stay here with me, as long as you are comfortable with the fact, that I have feelings for you too.”

“Then why were you laughing?” Marius asked with relief.

“Because Bossuet owes me 20 euros.”

September.

It was a rare day of warmth and sunniness- Courfeyrac’s favourite weather, and a well needed break from the pre-Autumn chill. Marius couldn’t help the smile he found upon his face as the took what was supposed to be a leisurely stroll through the park. Nothing was ever leisurely with Courfeyrac though, he was getting excited at every little thing and taking Marius by the hand and dragging him over to join him in excitement.

Marius couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed by this. This last month had been the happiest he had been in a long time. He had never felt more like himself in Courfeyrac’s company.

“Marius!” A voice called out to him, he turned to see for the first time since their breakup, Cosette, waving to him from a picnic blanket. Eponine was sat comfortably beside her in sunglasses and shorts.

He approached her whilst Courfeyrac busied himself at the ice cream stand, and was surprised and oddly glad to find that it didn’t hurt to see her happy, and from the way she was leaning against Eponine, with somebody else.

“Hi.” He said, and as awkward and uncomfortable as it was, it was also liberating.

“Hi.” She said back. Eponine muttered an excuse about ice cream, and left to join Courfeyrac on the other end of the park.

The small talk that followed was short and to the point. By the time Courfeyrac and Eponine had made their way back over, Marius and Cosette were laughing with each other.

When it was time for Marius and Courfeyrac to depart, Cosette gave Marius a tight hug.

“I’m glad you’re happy.” Marius said to her, and meant it.

“Me too.” Cosette said with a grin. “Friends?”

Marius smiled back at her. “Friends.”

#i needed to write this for... personal reasons #the timing of this ask being sent is just wow #at this point i dont really mind if nobody reads this i just need to write something like this #courfeyrac #cosette #marius #eponine #courfius #eposette #mariusette #breakup fic #bi fic #akigriffin

[seb-the-bordercollie-blog]

Poorly Pup...

Seb's life started with us the same way many people would expect. We brought him home to a house full of new toys, beds, blankets, food and, for Seb and ourselves, new experiences. We went through all the usual trials and trepidation's of a new puppy. Is he happy? Is he bored? ARE WE LOOKING AFTER HIM PROPERLY?

There is no doubt in my mind of the first two questions, we live in a heavily wooded area with lots of good local walks, he had plenty of toys and, of course, plenty of cuddles and affection from me, my wife and his own, fast-growing fan club. The last question was thrown into doubt about 3 days after his first set of vaccinations. We had done everything we had been told, he had only gone out in the garden, we were careful what he picked up and we were careful of what we fed him as, at this point, puppy food was still his only diet. Cue the vomitting, and the feeling of self doubt. Now this wasn't just a little bit of puppy sick, but all his food and more afterwards. We did what any first-time pet owners would do, we panicked. Straight to the out of hours vets where they assured us he was fine and started him on a course of medication to quell the sickness and ensure all was correct in Sebs tiny, little, 3 month old body.

Since then, some people have questioned the way we have cared for Seb with multiple trips to the vets, endless injections, blood tests, tablets and various other medication, but we were happy doing what we were doing, knowing in our own minds that we were doing everything in our power to look after and care for, our little ball of fluff. Seb is now 1 years old and we have just gotten to the bottom of the problem. FOOD. We have learnt a valuable lesson here, just because the breeder has them on a certain food, it is not necessarily the best food for them. In fact, it is often the cheapest food they can find in fancy packaging to make it look good. Seb was off his food, disinterested and very lethargic, cue another trip to the vets. New suggestion, diet trial.

Now, a diet trial is not as simple as just changing his food. you have to cut out everything! This means no treats, no Dentasticks, no doggy toothpaste. Absolutley nothing apart from the trial food for at least 4 weeks.

The world of dog food can be a scary and intimidating subject, with so many brands claiming their food to be the best of the best. One piece of advice, get advice from those who know best. We had lengthy discussions with both our vet and the local pet shop owner. I cannot stress how much this helped us in our choice, the vets know what the dog needs and the pet shop owner knows what is in all of their foods that they sell. When I say pet shop I mean a proper, local pet shop. It is quite easy to walk into a branch of a large franchise and walk out with a bag of food for £100 that has been sold to you as been perfect for the job at hand. This is not always the case, many large pet franchises do not train their staff on the nutritional factors of different foods, they train to up-sell, to make as much money out of each customer as possible. A genuine local owner just wants what is best for you and the dog, they will take the time to research the best brands and the best type of foods for your dog. Whilst doing some home research I found many examples of expensive food, which, when looked into weren't overly nutritious or healthy for the dog, with low meat contents and extremely high percentages of fillers such as grains and wheats which bloat the dog so they don't need to eat as much, great if your dog has a strong stomach but in this case not suitable at all. There was nothing for it, a trip to my local store with my furry best friend in tow. Here they took the time to explore different options and were happy, and able, to give proper, professional advice. It turns out that expensive food is not always best. For £76 a bag i could get a highly branded food, this food was at its minimal meat level and was packed with grains and fillers. For £45 a bag i got a lower branded food (the shops own) with 50% meat, no grains and only a small percentage of fillers. Guess which one i went for?

Decision made, there was nothing for it. Seb seemed to be struggling with beef and poultry, so a completely different approach was needed. We decided, with help, that we should try a fish based food, in this case salmon. Good for sensitive stomachs as it is quite a bland food and not overly rich. Of course the food would be extremely boring if it had just one ingredient, so the food we went for also contained trout, sweet potato and mint. Basic protein, basic carbohydrate and the mint to peak interest through scent.

The food has to be weaned slowly, as with all diet changes, but after just two days we had a happy, smiley, much healthier puppy who couldn't wait for dinner time. 6 months on, Seb is still excited for his food and continues to grow into a beautiful young dog with bundles of energy and not a bad bone (or bark) in his body, and has now been cleared by the vets and is ready for the next step in his four-legged world. Sen is Celiac, he can't have wheat or cereals. Don’t panic there are hundreds of treats and foods out there with no wheat and cereal. Just check the ingredients, if in doubt, ask.

Note: A change of diet is not always the answer and should only be considered after advice from the professionals as a move in the wrong direction can set your dog back even further. On top of diet issues, it could be an unsuitable wormer or flea treatment (just because the vet recommended it does not mean it is always suitable for your individual dog). Or, god forbid, it could be a health issue which needs to be looked into, and ruled out, before going any further.

Seb would like to thank you for taking the time to read his story and hope it may help if you find yourself in a similar position in the future. For updates on his blog please feel free to follow his Instagram page 'seb_the_bordercollie'

#poorlypup #dog #dogs of tumblr #dogsofinstaworld #bordercollie #tribordercollie #sheepdog #puppy

[nadiafayrosemelham-blog]

If you had asked me last September if I would ever return to Bali, I would have told you ‘No F***ing Way!’ Sorry for the expletive.. but I was that determined to never return! I travelled to Bali three times last year and absolutely fell in love with the people as well as the place. I was constantly amazed at how happy and content everyone is there. It’s so refreshing to see such a huge emphasis on finding joy with family and friends as opposed to climbing a social ladder and having materialistic possessions which you can’t help but think are half the cause in the western world for depression and anxiety. But… my last venture to Bali proved to be too much to handle. So let me start this post by first telling you about the past.

It was my birthday weekend and my gal pal Emily (who I will here on refer to as Bekina) had easily twisted my arm into a little weekend getaway to Bali to celebrate. We had a nice resort lined up and were ready to par-tay. As we stood at the airport I started to break out in hives as I realised I’d accidentally used my house mates laundry powder to wash my darks. There I was having an allergic reaction to half of my suitcase which was now filled with clothes I couldn’t wear. Let me just mention that this included every single pair of undies I’d packed. Long story short I had to strip my nickers off and live loose for the weekend seeing as undies ain’t so easy to come across in Bali. The reason for me telling you this will all come into play shortly..

We arrived in Kuta and headed out for a few drinks on Friday evening ready for the clock to strike midnight and for birthday hour to begin. We headed to a bar where a ridiculous drink was made involving bottles of vodka stacked on top of martini glasses, balancing on bottle openers, filled with all sorts of liquids, topped with a shot glass that would be set on fire and fountained down into the martini glass whilst being sipped through a straw. We took a sling into the air on the sling shot that had been set up outside Sky Garden, and we danced in the cages of Engine Room to the Biebs. At some hour of the morning we decided it was time to head back to our resort. It was only a couple blocks away so we linked arms and wandered down the street.

Half a block away from our resort we had to cross the street, and there was barely a soul in sight minus two scooters that had pulled up in front of us chanting ‘Transport? Transport?’. If you’ve been to Asia you know what it’s like – they sit there and wait for you to change your mind. You gotta just keep movin’ on! After a few no’s they still weren’t budging so we attempted to cross in front of them. First step onto the road and they managed to edge forward and corner us off, grabbing my bag in the process that I had secured around my body and in my hand. Off old mate went on his scooter ripping my bag from around me, and managing to tear the bum end of my pants open in the process. In the thrill of the moment I jumped on the second bike and yelled with promise “Follow him! He’s got my bag!” Meanwhile offering the driver a chunk of money if we managed to get the bag back. I’d left Bekina in the street high and dry and I was in a scene of Fast and the Furious scooting through the streets of Bali. So this is where I’ll remind you about my allergic reaction to the washing powder, and the fact that I don’t have any undies on. Yep, you know it! If it’s not enough that I’m role playing Fast and the Furious, I’m doing it whilst mooning half of Bali on the back of a bike looking like an outrageous white girl gone wild! Oh mum and dad, I hope you’re proud.

We soon lost old mate up ahead, and we had conveniently done a few blocks and landed outside the resort. I jumped off the bike so confused at how I’d managed to loose my possessions and my dignity all in one swoop. A few moments later Bekina toddled around the corner with a face of pure joy to see I was still in one piece. I then proceeded to call my mum and tell her I was moving home and never leaving my room ever again. Mum was wise enough to know I’d soon be over it and out travelling the world in no time as planned.

It’s all a big laugh to look back on now, but at the time it was all very dramatic and traumatic! In the space of 3 days I also managed to get conjunctivitis, continue to break out in hives, and slip on a banana peel in the street. Safe to say I couldn’t look at the Indonesian people the same again. I felt as though they were all just waiting for the right moment to steal my goods, and my time in Bali was done!

So how did I end up back there? Well a good friend of mine Corey was being deployed overseas with the army, and could only travel to a select few destinations for pre-deployment leave, and you guessed it, Bali was the hottest spot on the list! With a little arm twisting I’d decided to give it a second chance, (or a 4th chance?) and regain the love I once felt towards the place before my dramatic birthday incident on the proviso that we were not to set foot in Kuta!

If you’ve read my post on my Cambodian series of unfortunate events, you can understand that I was feeling a little on edge as I landed in Bali. I was still uncertain weather I’d managed to shake my bad luck back in Cambodia, or if it was hiding somewhere in my carry-on plotting its next scheme against me.

I met Corey at the airport and we headed to a hotel in Legian for the night before departing in the morning to Nusa Lembongan for some chilled luxury. You may recall when I left Cambodia I was still a little sick with gastro, but was feeling not too shabby for the flights. Waking up in Bali my belly sounded like a washing machine stuck on the most intense stain removal cycle possible. I was over the moon that I’d asked Corey to bring me a tube of Vegemite, and after some Vegemite toast, a trip to the pharmacy, and a bunch of pills later I was starting to feel decent again.

Soon after arriving to our beyond luscious pool villa in Nusa Lembongan, things took a dramatic turn as I lay on the bathroom floor clawing at the walls begging Corey to go to reception and get a buggy to take me to the hospital. Now before you assume I’m being dramatic.. I’ve only ever been to hospital once before as a child, so this was legit. Our doctor friend in the so called ‘hospital’ which was barely even a room with four walls told me I’d developed a stomach infection and loaded me up with antibiotics to shake it. For the next couple of days I indulged in cooked oats, chicken broth, and Vegemite toast until my stomach was feeling mint again. Finally we were ready to adventure! That is until I managed to pass the bug on to Corey… my bad. Luckily he was only out of action for one day and although we didn’t see much of Lembongan besides our resort and the hospital, I was a happy girl. Could you honestly think of a better place to recover then sitting on a sun bed by a private villa pool with guest services at your beckoned call? I can’t!

Next stop was Gili Trawangan, and here we managed to make up for the adventures we’d missed the past few days. We rode bikes around the island, went on a snorkelling trip where we seen reef sharks and green sea turtles, wined and dined at the nicest spots around, and enjoyed the super chill beach bars the island had to offer.  After Gili T we headed back to Legian for a final night before Corey’s flight home. We explored the freaking gorgeous Canguu which is a hipster region of Bali just north of Kuta with amazing shopping and quality markets; and took a visit to Tanah Lot temple. We enjoyed the sunset beauty of Ku De Ta in the evening, and soon said our goodbyes as Corey headed off for the airport.

My flight heading back to northern Thailand wasn’t for a few days yet, and I’d decided there was no place I would rather fill this time then in Uluwatu. I found a guesthouse right by the famous Single Fins Restaurant and Bar and headed straight for the place where the sky meets the sea. For three days I frolicked on the beach, ate acai bowls, attempted some yoga, snuck into the yoga retreat’s lush pool, wore hippy pants, wasted hours hand standing on the beach, read my book, and enjoyed my own good company. Life in Uluwatu was absolute Bliss! And I can safely say that the Bali love had returned! I was able to look at the Balinese the same way I used to whilst joking with them about being their new Australian girlfriend.

One evening I got a little ambitious and decided to run to Uluwatu Temple which involved a winding road and apparently lots of guard dogs perched out front of properties. I made it to the temple with a few tribal dances to scare the teeth-baring dogs away (in fact to probably scare anyone away), but was not keen to cross the dogs again. It was at this point that Wyan had driven past on his scooter and said ‘Jump on, I give you ride for free’ with his big cheesy Balinese grin that was genuine and warm enough for me to go… ‘OK!’ (parents currently haemorrhaging at home). Honestly though, it was either death by a guard dog or jumping on the back of my new Balinese mates bike. We wound up and down over the hills and passed the vicious dogs while Wyan lovingly held my leg with one hand as he dreamed of our future together. I’ve learnt that nothing comes free in life, and if a little leg handling was all it was gonna cost me then I could deal with that. Wyan dropped me back to safety, and passed on his number so I could go get a ‘free’ bike and surf board from him the next day. I obviously didn’t, and as he pursed his lips as a question if he could have a farewell smooch, I let him down easy and ran off into the sunset.

So my Bali trip was a nice balance of what dreams are made of vs reality. I’m quite ok with this to be honest because I feel like it’s the universes’ right to chuck a few curve balls our way and attempt to keep us all a little level headed and alert at times. Travelling isn’t always strawberries and sunshine, but as long as you can laugh at your own expense you will make it out as a new and improved version of you. So any who… now it’s mid-2017, and you can go ahead and ask me if I’ll ever return to Bali again. I already know what my answer is!

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NATIONAL RAPE DAY: It Don't Exist And Women's Charities Slam Sickening TikTok Video Encouraging Attacks

NATIONAL RAPE DAY: It Don't Exist And Women's Charities Slam Sickening TikTok Video Encouraging Attacks 'On Women' On 'National Rape Day' Sexual violence victim charities have slammed reports of a TikTok video claiming to show men promoting 'National Rape Day' with the news coming not long after Falmouth University announced a Whatsapp group encouraging people to be out and attacking women on Saturday night. Women have been warned to stay indoors after the rumours of the stomach-churning threats for 24th April 2021 were released on the popular video sharing app. The alleged clip has been blasted by charities after the hashtag #April24 has been viewed more than 62 million times, with hundreds of thousands of videos. Whilst the original clip is believed to have been pulled down, and some reports that it didn't exist at al, it has still sparked panic and a plethora of online warnings. Most people are advising women to lock their doors and even stay at home all day whilst other accounts are offering self help and self-defence tips. One campaigner described the idea of a 'National Rape Day' - where laws are supposed to be suspended and rape is legal - as 'abhorrent'. Katie Russell from Rape Crisis England & Wales, said: 'Our understanding is that this disturbing so-called "trend" on TikTok began as a hoax, and no evidence has been found of the original video threatening a national day of sexual violence in the USA.' 'Regardless of its origins, or whether it was intended as a "joke" at any point, the very concept of such a day is abhorrent and has caused many people, particularly women and girls, a great deal of understandable fear.' 'The "trend" will no doubt have also been extremely distressing for many, and least of all victims and survivors of rape and all forms of sexual violence and abuse who might have vivid memories and flashbacks to past experiences triggered by this.' And she continued: 'Obviously, despite on particular piece of misinformation that has featured in this so-called "trend", there is no day or moment where laws are suspended and rape is legal in the USA or anywhere else in the world.' 'Rape and sexual assault are always serious crimes.' 'It should also go without saying that rape and all forms of sexual violence and abuse are traumatic experiences that can and do have a wide-ranging and long-lasting impact, and are never appropriate topics to "joke" about.' 'This episode reminds us of the ongoing need for us to collectively challenge, resist and dismantle the damaging, sexist "rape culture" that still exists in our society.' Andrea Simon, Director of End Violence Against Women Coalition said: 'Regardless of whether this is a hoax or not, we know of the use of threats of sexual violence and derogatory comments about women's appearance and bodies are very common forms of online abuse that women are subject to.' 'We wouldn't accept threats to rape offline and we can't ignore them online. They intend to intimidate and silence women in online spaces, causing real harm to individuals and to society and should never be tolerated.' 'Tech companies and social media platforms have a duty to remove such content, but currently this self-regulation isn't good enough, with too much onus on women to take steps to protect themselves online instead.' 'This needs to change, those using the internet to threaten and abuse women need to be identified and stopped.' UNACCEPTABLE Women's Aid have slammed the online reports calling it an 'affront'. Farah Nazeer Chief Executive at Women's Aid said; 'We know from our work with domestic abuse survivors that rape and sexual assault are used by the perpetrator to belittle, humiliate, coerce and control.' 'It takes a lot of strength and courage to report rape to the police and we know the justice system is failing rape survivors. We urgently need to reform the criminal justice system to deliver justice for survivors and to ensure accountability of the police and other services.' 'The go0vernment and all the institutions that shape our attitudes - as well as society as a whole - must work together to achieve long-term culture shifts. Whether this is a hoax or not is irrelevant - rape is an unacceptable violation and it is no joke.' 'That a "rape day" could be conceived as a joke brings home the level of change we need in our society. It is an affront to every woman. It also demonstrates the urgent need for improved education on issues such as consent and healthy relationships.' 'Every woman has the right to live a life free from abuse and violence.' Social media users have shared warnings about the unsettling videos. One user, under the name la.tania.ftn2 said: 'So I literally just saw a video on TikTok, and I had to make a video myself because most of my followers are women. And i need to make sure you guys are aware that there is a video gong around on TikTok of disgusting men - rapists, child molesters, predators, just disgusting human beings, and they literally came up with a date to go around and rape women and children. You literally heard me right, women and children.' Another, who goes by prettyboy365 said: 'April 24 has stupidly been made national rape day. Yeah, believe it, because it's real. Unfortunately whoever created it is very low minded and sickened in the brain. If you make any plans, stay inside or don't make any plans at all. For your safety. There are actually sick people who will go through with this rape thing and hurt people, so it's probably best to stay indoors. If you do go out, don't go alone and keep self-defence items on you.' Rumours of the video have also spread on WhatsApp groups with students in Cornwall saying they are afraid to go outside. A spokesperson for Falmouth University said any messages encouraging sexual violence were 'abhorrent' but there was 'no evidence' of a genuine threat. Devon and Cornwall Police are looking into claims around the encrypted chat which has reportedly been discussing 'Rape Day'. A force spokesperson said: 'Police have received report of the existence of the WhatsApp group and are currently making enquiries regarding the credibility of the group.' 'DISTURBING SO-CALLED TREND' TikTok have claimed it cannot locate the original video but has asked users to report any content related to the sick day. A spokesperson for the platform said: 'The supposed "National Rape Day" trend reported upon is abhorrent and would be a direct violation of our Community Guidelines, and while we haven't seen evidence of this trending on our platform, our safety team remains vigilant and would remove any such content.' Atilla Tomaschek, a digital privacy researcher at ProPrivacy, said: 'Although it seems unlikely that TikTok video actually exists, that the whole thing is just a horrible internet hoax, a type of sick joke, the concern it has caused is real.' 'It's apparent that most of the buzz is being created by users warning others about the purported plans for a national rape day and urging them to stay safe and remain vigilant, but the trend demonstrates how quickly something can spread on social media, and the real-life panic it can cause.' 'It's also a strong reminder for parents and educators of the sometimes harmful impact of social media, particularly where younger users are concerned.' 'Remember teens can join TikTok from their thirteenth birthday as per the platform's terms and conditions.' TikTok users are being urged to report any posts promoting the event or sexual assault of any kind. If you have been upset, worried, or triggered by this story, you can find help at www.rapecrisis.org.uk/get-help FALMOUTH, ENGLAND: Locals And Business Owners Rally To Protect Its Own After Sexual Assault Threats On TikTok The police in Falmouth have confirmed they are investigating an alleged 'TikTok hoax' while local business owners are preparing for the worst by planning on lighting the dark local streets. The town is rallying around to make the women feel safe as police confirmed they are investigating talks of a threatened sexual assault spree in the town. It follows a series of messages sent to many young people across the Falmouth University community which told of a large group of male students threatening to compete to sexually assault the most women. Falmouth University said the messages were a 'hoax' started on the social video sharing platform TikTok, but the phenomenon has left young women in the area - including the Penryn Campus shared with the University of Exeter - shaken and fearful. The messages revolved around the idea that on Saturday, 24th April, 2021, male students would engage in 'national rape day' to see how many women they could assault. Devon and Cornwall Police have confirmed that the force was told about a WhatsApp group where it was allegedly being organised. A spokesperson said the police are 'currently making enquiries regarding the credibility of the group'. Nonetheless, the students have said they feel uneasy about going outside because of it and are visibly shook up. Acting student Hannah Bunker, 21, said: 'Whether it's true or not, it's fear-inducing. We don't need even more stress bout walking alone. All it does is make my fear and anxiety worse, whether it's happening or not. Men need to understand that taking a "joke too far" has serious effects on people.' Jade Phipps, Manager of Good Vibes Café on Killigrew Street in Falmouth, said she - along with Partner and Café Owner Dan Rossiter - decided to leave the lights on across the evening in question. They are encouraging others to do the same to keep the town's streets safer and more welcoming after the rapid spread locally on social media. Ms Phipps said: 'We always think about what we can do for the community, so we want to offer a safe space for people in the town, and act as a port of call. A lot of the places are closed, so it is dark, so we can be there to help - or just be a light left on in solidarity.' Ms Phipps said the spread of 'a national rape day' hoax brought to the surface very real fears about sexual violence against women. Referring to the fact that Falmouth University have dubbed the rumours a 'hoax', she added: 'Let's be honest, it's spread beyond that. There always might be someone who will take it seriously. I hope it's a hoax. But one person assaulted is one person too many. They can call it a hoax but the student population is scared. And in a light of recent events, I think they have a right to be.' Ms Phipps was referring to the murder of Londoner Sarah Everard - allegedly by a Met Police Officer. Miss Everard's death sparked nationwide reflection, discussion, and protests about the violence, particularly sexual violence, against women, and campaigns to ensure it was safe to walk alone at night. The Met's violent breaking up of a vigil for the murdered woman was heavily criticised, and sparked further protests about police powers - particularly the power to stop protests. Emily Ross, 20, also a student, said: 'I think it's really disgusting and I'm quite shocked. I can't believe in this day and age, especially this year with the whole Sarah Everard case, men still think this is okay. Even if it is a hoax, it's terrifying that a joke can be made out of something so serious. I am actually a little bit scared to go out on the 24th. I'll try not to make any big plans or go anywhere alone.' Ms Ross added that she always considered Falmouth a safe place, and said: 'It's reassuring to know that places on the high street are leaving their lights on because of it. They're doing their best to help and also it will create more visibility on the streets so it will help alleviate the feeling of someone following you. It's good they're bringing awareness and trying to do something about it.' Falmouth's own vigil was cancelled, and Ms Phipps said her idea - called #LeaveTheLightsOn - could also serve to bring the issue as a whole to light. She said: 'When things like this raise awareness, naive to think it's a new problem. As well as keeping the lights on to help with street safety, we might light a candle in the window - as the vigil we weren't able to have.' Fine art student Morgan Acton, 20, said she was also encouraged by the reaction of the people in the town. But she added: 'We shouldn't just make this a week where people care about the threat of sexual violence and then swiftly move on. Nobody should be making a joke out of this. They should be doing everything they can to dismantle rape culture at all times and not just when it becomes highlighted in this way. This stuff continues to happen whether there's a TikTok trend on it or not.' Read the full article