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valeisaslut · 7 months
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the morning is the muse-mdni (+18)
clic to read pt.1!
⚢ pairing: Shane McCutcheon (The L Word, 2004) x Reader 𖥔 ݁ ˖
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ෆ synopsis: after the heated events of the night before, Shane and y/n try to make it pass as a one night thing, but feelings get in the way. It's your turn to realize that Shane is someone quite difficult to avoid 𖥔 ݁ ˖
⭑ word count: 2.12k 𖥔 ݁ ˖
♱ content: smut (nsfw), dom! Shane, sub! reader, mostly fluff, oral sex (r!receiving), fingering, cum eating, jealousy, cursing, Shane and y/n are smokers, pet names, etc. MDNI!! 𖥔 ݁ ˖
꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ Hii! first of all, thank you all so so so much for all the support in my first fic! I honestly wrote it more for myself than for it to be popular and i didn't expect all those kind beautiful messages and so many people asking me to write a pt.2! So here it is, I really hope you like it as much as i did. Sorry in advance if there are some misspelling or writing mistakes, english isn't my first language and I will be happy to receive constructive criticism! 𖥔 ݁ ˖
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The dim and warm morning light seeped through the curtains of Shane's department, reaching your eyes and waking you from your slumber in a slow manner.
As you languidly opened your eyes, you started scanning your surroundings, not immediately comprehending your present location. However, in a matter of seconds, the flashbacks of the previous night hit you like a bus and a slight blush painted your cheeks.
The first thought of your sleepy head was to make sure of Shane's presence in the bed, so you rolled up to the other side, only to discover her absence.
You looked around the room, slightly confused but not really surprised. It was something that you could expect from a one night stand.
"Shane...?" you mumbled softly, still giving it a chance to dismiss your internal thoughts.
"maybe she just went and expects me to leave before she comes back" your inner voice echoed.
You were only in your panties, so you sat up and stretched your arms, letting out a soft sigh. You were ready to get dressed and start your walk of shame as soon as possible, but a sound coming from the kitchen stopped you in your tracks.
You felt footsteps coming towards the room, so you covered yourself with the sheets again. The door creaked open, revealing Shane's long and slim figure. She had two different colored mugs, one on each of her hands and a cigarette dangled from her lips.
She was wearing only a white tank shirt and black panties, her jet black hair all messy and her eyes were slightly black from the remnants of smudged makeup (that she didn't correctly remove after your shared shower).
Without a doubt, she was the hottest girl you had ever hooked up with.
"hey, you already up" Shane said, with an even deeper than usual morning voice, she came closer to you and offered you the cup "I was making myself coffee and I made some for you too, if you want it"
"oh, thanks" you said as you took the coffee and leaned back on the bed, sipping it and letting out a soft sigh of pleasure "I really needed that, thank you again, you really didn't have to"
Shane looked at you while taking a long drag on her cigarette, the morning light perfectly illuminating your face and your locks with a serene aura. Then her gaze went a little lower, discovering your bare body covered only by the almost sheer sheets.
"my pleasure" she responded to your gratitude with an alluring manner, giving you her very renowned Shane smirk.
You looked down at your cup, chuckling when you realized what was written in it.
"Best. lesbian. ever."
"nice mug you have here" you said, turning it around to show her the quote, making her laugh too "i'm gonna need the address of the place where you got this. immediately"
"I have no idea 'cause I actually didn't bought it" she responds to your request "it was a joke from my friend, she gave me that as a birthday gift last year"
"the quote is true tho" you remarked, still chuckling as Shane drew nearer, giving you a cute peck on the lips. "hell yeah it is" she purred, planting another kiss upon you, her passion and eagerness growing with each passing moment.
You reciprocated with the same initiative, as Shane put out her almost finished cigarette on the ashtray that laid on the nightstand. Both of you left your mugs too, quickly forgetting the coffee.
You sat up on your forearms and Shane crawled up over you, placing one of her hands on the mattress while the other one moved to your nape, deepening the kiss.
You placed your hand on Shane's waist, caressing the soft flesh as her kisses went lower, nibbling upon the sensitive skin of your neck and licking the already dark marks from last night.
Her hands traced lower, softly gripping your breasts and she separated from the kiss to attach her mouth to your nipple, sucking on it and squeezing the other.
She slowly moved towards your legs, her body getting closer until she was on her knees in front of you. As she did that, she gave you a look full of lust, her lips kissing and her hands gripping the supple flesh of your inner thighs.
With each second passing, the dampness in your panties grew more, yearning to be pleased. As a reflex, you attempted to close your legs, but her strong grip kept them firmly in place.
"be a good girl and spread your legs" she deeply whispered, and you complied without complaint. Her voice slightly muffled by her lips grazing your thighs, getting closer and closer to your sensitive spot.
You audibly moaned as her tongue touched the drenched fabric of your undergarments, licking a long stripe and sucking your wetness. Her teeth grasped the waistband of your panties, slowly drawing them down your legs with her mouth.
The sight was absolutely alluring, and turned you into a whimpering mess. Her hands squeezed your flesh once more and her mouth met your bare pussy, eliciting a resounding gasp from your lips.
She began to suck loudly on your clit as your head fell back in ecstasy, your eyes darted shut as you firmly grip her hair.
"Fuck! don't stop" you moan and as if that weren't enough, her deft fingers found their way to your sensitive nipple, teasing and twisting it.
“you like that, baby?” she whispered, her deep voice muffled by your pussy. The room was filled with the sultry wet sounds, causing you to writhe beneath her touch.
“oh god Shane” your moans only seem to heighten her desire, making her more eager, almost pussy drunk. She eats you out like she is a woman starved, and you are her last meal.
A broken "fuck" escaped from your lips the moment when her hot tongue started intercalating between fucking you and flattening against your clit, knowing that it was over for you.
Somehow, she delves her fingers into the mess and the overwhelming stimulation quickly drove you to the edge, making you cum all over her mouth with loud and broken whimpers, one of your hands gripping the sheets and the other roughly pulling Shane's hair.
A shiver courses through your spine when she used her tongue to clean up every last drop of your release, her fingers still inside of you, moving slowly to extend your high as much as possible.
After you calm down from your high, Shane hovered over you and pressed sweet kisses on your open, breathless mouth. She removed her fingers and sucked them clean before helping you pull up your panties again.
"i love the way you taste" Shane whispers in your ear, and you swore you could hear her smirk. You were just about to reply, but you both stopped your movements at the loud sound of knocking on the door.
"cominggg" Shane lazily said, putting on the first pair of pants and socks she found laying on the floor. She walked out of the room and the next thing you heard was the door creaking open.
"hey Shane, sorry to wake you up" a womanly voice says "I just dropped by to ask you if you could give me back my bra from yesterday, it's my favorite"
"oh, hey Laura.. uhh yeah, jus gimme me one second and I'll look for it" you hear Shane say as you felt her footsteps coming near the room.
You can't help being embarrassed, it makes you feel kinda ridiculous laying naked in a bed that yesterday was filled for another girl, so you start putting your clothes on and grabbing one of Shane's cigarettes, lighting it and taking a drag.
"It shouldn't bother me so much. it was just a one time thing. with a stranger. It doesn't mean anything, so why do I feel like this? god im so fucking stupid" your mind echoed while you got dressed as fast as you could.
Shane walked into the room, not even looking at you and just focusing on finding that piece. She opened a drawer and took out a pink, lacy, probably D-cup bra and just walked out. Your mind couldn't find a moment where you had felt more uncomfortable than this.
"found it, there you go" you heard her say "thanks babe, call me later" the girl replied.
"sure.... see you around" Shane responded, and you can quickly feel her closing the door and her steps coming closer again. You took a drag of your cigarette and grabbed your purse.
"hey hey, you are going already?" Shane confusedly leaned on the door frame while you were putting your clothes on, her eyes still lingering at your body.
"um, yeah" you responded while your mind struggled to make an excuse and tried to sound the most unbothered it could. "I forgot I have... a deadline today, so yeah.... i'm out, sorry"
"oh, ok" she said, kinda weirded out by your sudden attitude, but still understanding. You took another long drag, trying to figure out your next words.
"hope I see you around, some of these days" you say as you turn around to put out your cigarette in the ashtray. Your words were genuine, but at the same time you didn't know if you wanted to see her again. Your head was a complete mess.
"yeah, me too" she got closer to caress your check and give you a peck on the lips, smiling at you. You swore you saw her eyes slightly glint, but didn't give it too much importance.
You both said your goodbyes with a bittersweet taste on your mouths and as soon as you were on the elevator, you took out your phone and called your best friend Alice.
"Hey Al, wanna go to the Planet for coffee in like, 10 minutes?"
"so yeah, all that happened" you and Alice were sitting at a small table outside, both with coffees in your hands.
"well, that explains the hickeys all over your neck" she said, pointing out the dark fresh marks decorating your neck and collarbones.
"oh my god, are they THAT obvious?!" you responded covering your neck with your hands, completely embarrassed.
"I noticed them as soon as you walked in, you are gonna have to invest on some good concealer or a scarf" you laughed at her remark, but your laughter stopped the moment you saw Shane walking in.
"fuck, that is the girl I hooked up with last night!" you whispered to Alice, pointing at her under the table and trying to hide your face. Al turned to look at Shane's direction, and then turned again to look at you with wide eyes and a shocked expression.
"Shane?! You arrived from New York one fucking week ago and Shane already fucked you?? this is so fucking ridiculous, its like she has a radar for every girl she hasn't fucked yet!"
"shut up, Al! shit, she's coming, act normal" you said, freaking out.
"hey guys, didn't expect to see you here" Shane said, greeting you with a confused look on her face. Then, her eyes fell to your neck, noticing the dark hickeys and smirking.
"um, yeah... I just decided to grab a quick coffee with my friend on the way, Shane, this is Alice- " you nervously said.
"yeah, I know, we are very close" Shane says "unfortunately" Alice replies.
"well, see you both around, wish you luck with your deadline y/n" she says with a kind of sarcastic tone and turned around to go with Marina, Shane's shot of espresso already in her hand.
"what a tiny and crazy little world" you say, trying to process everything that happened in just an hour.
"crazy, yes.. but not tiny" Alice responds with a smirk on her face, already thinking of linking you to Shane and expanding her board.
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clic to read pt.1!
guysss please let me know if you want a part 3 and I will happily write it! I already have a lot of ideas. Hope you enjoyed and I'm very grateful for every repost, like or share you want to give.
(sorry again if there's any spelling or writing mistake)
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livelaughlovekny · 9 months
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Hello!! I saw you accept requests so I have a scenario I have in mind, about Muicuiro x demon slayer reader who gave him a little notebook to write things that are important to him because he easly forget things (He might forgot that little notebook tho so the reader will write "A note for important things not to forget") but turns out almost 90% of that book is about the reader! Thanks before, have a great day!
a/n: ahh im so glad you requested this!! ive actually been planning on writing that so your request is perfectly timed oml. unfortunately, i wasnt able to form a full story about this and changed your request slightly! i still hope youll enjoy it!!
  “Tada! This is for you!” Placing a mint green notebook onto his hands, you beamed at him. “I bought this a while ago after my mission but never got the chance to pass it to you.” Muichirou flipped open the book, all the pages were blank. He looked at you quizzically. “I read about it in a book, writing things down can help you remember them better! Even if it didn’t, at least if you forgot something important, you could just refer to this notebook.”
  “I see. Thank you for your thoughtfulness.” You smiled at his bland reply before leaving. Muichirou waited until you were completely out of his line of sight before closing his estate’s door. Placing the notebook on a table, he went back out to the yard to train. When night came, he left to complete missions. The notebook and its purpose were long forgotten.
  A couple weeks later, the both of you had had another training session at the Mist Estate again.  “Thank you for training with me again!” Sitting down on the porch, you swing your feet. “How have you been? Has your memory improved?” Tilting his head to the side, Muichirou thought about it.
  “No, I don’t think so.”
  “Aww, I was hoping that the notebook would help.”
  “Notebook?” You looked at him, blinking quickly as if to get rid of something stuck in your eye. “Yes, a few weeks ago I suggested you write down important things in the notebook I gave you. Did you lose it?” Muichirou looked as if he was enlightened. “Ah, so that was what the book was for. No, I still have it, I just forgot why you gave it to me.” It wasn’t that you expected this to happen but such things happened too often so you laughed it off. “I see, don’t worry about it. May I enter your home?” He nodded his head. You were the only one who was allowed to enter his estate, perhaps the only one who has even seen it.
  Walking towards his room, you gestured at the closed door, silently asking for permission to enter it which you received immediately. Stepping into his room, you quickly notice the notebook lying on his desk. Grabbing a pen, you wrote on the cover in your neatest handwriting. Leaning over your shoulder, Muichirou read the words aloud, “‘Important Things “smiley face”’.” You looked up and smiled at him. “There you go! Now you won’t forget what this book is for!” Muichirou hummed slightly in response. “Thank you. I’ll try my best to use it to its full potential.” You laughed. 
  Again, he watched you wave goodbye to him and walk away until you were no longer visible. He turned back and sat down in front of his desk. He picked up the pen you used and flipped to the first page of the notebook. He stared at it, wondering what to write. He decided to write the date in the top left corner. He placed the pen down and continued staring at the blank page. There was nothing important to note down at the moment. Muichirou tried recalling his memories, deciding that whatever he remembered was at least important enough to be remembered. The only thing that formed in his mind was your smile and laugh. 
  Not wanting to scribble on the date and wait till next time to write down something else, he decided that writing about you will do for now. “Nice smile and laugh.” He felt uncomfortable writing down your name. A weird feeling would rise up within his chest. Closing the notebook, Muichirou decided that he was done writing for the day and went to the yard to train.
  A few days later, he received a letter from you. The both of you would send each other letters and you usually write about your missions and days while Muichirou would write back just to acknowledge your letters and offer advice if you asked for it. This time, you were writing about how you came across a night fair after a mission, saw the “cutest fox shaped hair piece ever” and enjoyed the “best tasting castella cake ever” and how you wished that the both of you and the other Hashiras could participate in a night fair together. 
  Folding the letter neatly, Muichirou placed the letter in a drawer where he kept your letters. After sending his response, he sat at his desk for a while before taking out his notebook. He flipped to the next empty page. He wrote the date on the top left corner like before. “Likes foxes and castella. Wants everyone to go to night fairs.” Tilting his head to the side, Muichirou wondered what else to add on. Pulling open the drawer where he kept your letters, he took some recent ones out and read them, noting down the parts where you expressed your likes and dislikes. He could practically hear your voice reading them aloud.
  “I was fighting this really mean demon that attacks with flesh-eating slugs. I hate slugs now. I did see a slug-shaped cloud, that wasn’t bad. Cloud gazing is calming, you should try it! You probably do already.”
  “Dandelions are so fun! I finished a mission and on the way back, I walked past a dandelion field. The way they flew was so cool!! I ran around and they all started flying and it was so pretty! I think you might like it too!”
  “You would not believe what I found: a four-leaf clover!! Four-leaf clovers are really rare and lucky and they’re my favourite colour! In case you forgot the colour, it’s green. Green is such a soothing colour! Your hair and eyes are really nice to look at.”
  Carefully reading through your letters multiple times to ensure he didn’t miss out on anything, Muichirou forgot about his daily training. And for the next few days, he would anticipate your letters more than usual, excited to find out more things about you. So as per usual, he gently unfolded the letter he received and read it.
  “…Oh right, are you noting down the important things in the notebook I gave you? If you are, let me know if you think your memory has improved!!”
  “I have been writing down important things and am able to remember them better. Thank you. Would you like to cloud gaze with me after the Hashira meeting next week? I took up your suggestion and did enjoy it.”
Bonus: “The Mist Hashira has sent you a letter!” Smiling at your crow, you thanked it and untied the envelope from its leg. It was rare for him to use an envelope since the both of you only used one to deliver small items. Gently opening the envelope, you find a note and something neatly wrapped. You pick up both items. “Saw this the other day.” Undoing the green wrapping paper, you realised that Muichirou had sent you a fox hair clip.
a/n: wahh i think the "bonus" i write at the end of fics are just time skips since im bad at writing them :'( i tried to not write about mui thinking of you as important and you thinking and caring for him too obviously to show the light-heartedness of your relationship but i think i just kept telling and not showing ahh i hope you guys liked this ohmygosh this is turning into a mini rant
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creelteeth · 1 year
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Request for Steve Harrington where him and reader go to a football game and the kiss cam keeps following them until they can’t escape it anymore?
anon i want you to know this was the request that made the cogs turn in my brain for the first time in like a week. it’s gna be best friends brother!steve tho just cause. i love a wee bit of drama.
fluff fluff fluff , gn!reader
the kick off of this season was the same as any other. the lack of understanding you had for the sport made it easy to just sit there and enjoy the overpriced bag of kettle corn steve so graciously bought you.
the first quarter of the game went by pretty quickly considering you were more focused on the feeling of steve’s thigh butted up against yours. his leg shaking anxiously as he watched the team fumble play after play. the denim of yours and his jeans rubbing together caused your body to heat up quite a bit. you didn’t move away though, being this close to him was nice.
“alright folks, you wanna know what i’m in the mood for?” the man beamed over the intercom system. the loud boom of the announcers voice yanking you out of that train of thought. everyone in the arena began to chant the same thing.
kiss cam !!
kiss cam!!
you looked to your left to see your best friend howling along with everyone— her older brother doing the same on your right. both their attention landing on the big screens that hung above the field, watching as the camera scanned the attendees.
“actually— i was gonna say i could use a hot dog .. but kiss cam works too!” the man laughed , playfully heckling the first couple the camera man landed on.
you cheered along with everyone, your heart warming up to the sight of an old couple sharing a kiss on the screen. they scanned a few more people and you sat calmly in your seat— eyes dropping from the screen to the food in your lap. when everyone around you seemed to get significantly louder your eyes darted up.
met by the sight of yourself with a handful of kettle corn ready to shove in your mouth— you couldn’t help but freeze. taking a second to register the animated hearts that surrounded you and steve on the screen above you.
“um, steve?” you breathed, head turning to look at him. he was already looking at you in disbelief, his cheeks burning a bright hot red.
steve pulled his leg away from yours, his posture correcting itself almost instantly.
“don’t worry, i’m not gonna kiss you.” he said immediately, his hands coming up to wave the camera man’s attention off you two.
the people in the row behind you sighed disappointedly. you couldn’t help but feel a pang in your stomach about how quick he was to turn down the idea of kissing you. you shook it off as best you could, sinking down further into the chair.
“god, i can’t believe they wanted you to kiss my brother.” the younger harrington leaned over to speak, her shoulder nudging yours.
you offered a small laugh in return, “jeez, i know right. how weird would that be?“
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half-time came around and steve’s sister took the opportunity to run to the bathroom. the announcer talked his way through the short break, bringing back up the kiss cam. the continued chanting caused your body to tense up a bit, watching the screen stiffly as if the slightest movement would bring them back over to you.
just when you figured it was about to be over, the countdown to halftime ending only having a minute to spare— you were met with your face back on the screen.
“well look at that! it’s our love birds from earlier! ” the man called, this time you everyone’s cheers seemed to be even louder than before. a guy behind the two of you nudged steve in closer to you, to which steve awkwardly chuckled.
“oh my godddd,” you sighed, hands coming up to cover your face in embarrassment.
“make them go away, steve!” you mumbled against your palms, body tensing up at the feeling of his hand on your back.
“here, just let me kiss your cheek they’ll go away.” he nudged you with his knee until you straightened up.
“huh?” you hummed, sitting upright to look at steve.
“come on, romeo. make a move, already!” the announcer continued to poke fun at you. the thousands of people around you doing the same.
“just—“ steve sighed, big brown eyes looking at you apologetically. “let me kiss your cheek. they won’t leave us alone until i kiss you.”
you felt your whole body wash over with chills at the idea but the loud roar of the crowd made you nod in agreement.
leaning in closely, steve dropped an arm over your shoulder. he squeezed you for a second, thumb smoothing over your arm in a sad attempt to calm your growing nerves.
“did we get em’? oh! oh! here we go folks—“ the announcer continued to rile everyone, the excitement in his tone dropping when steve’s lips connected to your cheek. “that was not what we were after but i guess it’ll do! gotta get back to the game— hoosiers are up by four, let’s see how they do in the second half.”
the moment the cameras shut off, steve pulled his arm away from you. the cold autumn air hitting against you where his warmth once was. your heart thundered in your chest thinking over the event that just happened. realizing it happened on live tv as well.
“steve, you creep!” your friend shouted, taking her scarf off to whack her brother with it a few times.
“hey, hey! they wouldn’t leave us alone, i had to do something. be glad i didn’t put my tongue down their throat.” steve bit back, swatting the fleece away from his face.
you felt yourself grow nauseated by the bickering harringtons, silently deciding that this would be the last game you attend with them. not because you’re upset but because you felt like this was somehow your fault.
xx
sitting the rest of the game in pure silence, even when the hoosiers won, was a lot easier than you’d expected. everyone on your side of the arena jumped and cheered, but all you could focus on was the numbness in your fingertips from the cool indiana air.
“up by one and the hoosiers kick off the season on a winning streak, good for them! before you all leave, there’s one more thing that needs to be done.” the announcers voice rang through the dome shaped stadium, his words drawing everyone’s attention to the giant monitors.
you looked at the screen to see yourself and steve. again.
“you gotta be fucking kidding me.” you groaned, rolling your eyes as you looked to your friend and then steve.
steve’s excitement seemed to still when the heckling began once more. he turned to face you, looking over your shoulder at the grimace on his sisters’ face. she was not in frame but was doing her best to wave off the camera man.
“hey lovebirds!” the man sing-songed through the intercom. everyone around you beginning a quiet chant, following him.
kiss , kiss , kiss , kiss
“do you trust me?” steve asked, looking at the screen then back at you.
“what?” you spoke, stomach turning at the way he stepped in a bit closer to you.
“do you trust me?” he repeated, cutting his eyes to the screen but keeping his body turned towards you.
the closer steve got, the more silent the world around you became. the only noise you seemed to hear was the sound of your heart beating against the inside of your chest.
swallowing thickly, you nodded, completely blocking out the angered shouts of your best friend who was now seemingly cussing out the camera man for not moving off you and steve.
“good.” steve smiled, warm hands coming up to cup both your cheeks. his lips somehow even warmer than his hands when they crashed into yours.
your eyes blew wide at first— hands coming up to press flat against his chest. instinct telling you to push him off but that shock quickly melted away once he was actually kissing you.
you felt the world crumble around you for a moment, hands settling low on his hips. his soft lips working chastely against yours for what felt like ages but was only a few seconds.
that solace quickly cut short by the rambunctious screams of the crowd— coupled with a mess of popcorn that someone seemed to throw around in celebration for.
steve stayed close to you for a moment, his forehead pressed to yours, hands dropping to rest lightly on your shoulders. there was a haze in his eye that you’d never seen before, his lips now a darker shade of pink from how hard he was pressing his mouth to yours.
“that was not exactly how i wanted our first kiss to go but—“ steve started to whisper, words cut off by the unison awes from the crowd.
“and that folks, is how’s its done.” the announcer gave his final words. “i’ll be expecting an invite to the wedding in a few years! .. everyone drive safe. see y’all next time.”
you stood frozen in place, horrified by the idea of turning around to face your friend. not only did you kiss her brother, you kissed her brother in front of her and the rest of the country. willingly.
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luvit · 2 months
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Omg I just realized that I forgot to give you an update on the body shop guy I’m so sorry 😭 I’ll try to summarize everything but my memory is ass so forgive me if I leave anything out
So the week before Christmas, my little sister says she wants to go to the shop I got my faux navel at bc she knows some people that would like stuff like that for gifts (she’s a lying bitch btw she just wanted to go to the mall), so I took her and just watched her run through the store for like five hours. She beelined straight to this game store the second we got there bc they had a poster of Ghost in the window. She bought it.
Also unrelated but after the mall, she made me take her to Walmart to get her the COD MW beef jerky or whatever tf it was and the monster with ghost on the back. The monster tasted like shit tho so she made me drink the rest. God I hate her sometimes🧍‍♀️
She eventually dragged me to the bodyshop and went straight for the kill and headed to the register guy. My heart literally dropped bc that lil bitch is unpredictable. She didn’t say anything for a bit so he just looked down at her like 🤨 and went “can I help you?”
She immediately goes “is your name Sean” and I almost left her in the fucking store oh my fucking God I was so embarrassed. He just laughs (THANKFULLY SO) and says no. The sigh this bitch let out made the exchange actually hysterical. I got my $10 later that day lol. She fucks off to the shelves and pokes around, and makes me go talk to Mr. Crush while she fucked around with the piercing displays.
Note that I’d been wearing the fake navel, that I was severely allergic to, on the daily. My bellybutton was red, itchy, and bleeding. It was even starting to scab.
I walk up to him and just start off casually by asking if he has any different fake navels. He goes “yeah, I just got some hypoallergenic ones on Wednesday. Ordered them in case you came back” and I just. Bluescreened.
“Huh? 😀” I say, like a fucking idiot.
And I can’t remember what he says exactly but it’s mainly align the lines of “Yeah, I noticed the earrings you wore the past times you were in here are from the hypoallergenic brand at Walmart. Sorry if that’s weird, but it’s just something I picked up. I need to start selling hypoallergenic piercings anyway.”
I WAS FUCKING DUMBFOUNDED. TRY to tell me this isn’t the universe telling me to shoot my shot bc WHY ELSE would this man RECOGNIZE that my earrings were from WALMART because My Ass is a Fucking Cheapskate and Allergic to Metal. TELL ME IT ISN’T MEANT TO BEEEEEEEE 🗣️🗣️🗣️
So I get myself a new hypoallergenic fake navel piercing (which he gave me for FREE btw) AND GIRL. LEMME TELL YOU. HE LIKE DOES THAT THING WHERE HE PULLS THE BAG OUT OF REACH RIGHT AS I’M ABOUT TO GRAB IT AND I JUST. USUBEVRGSVJEJ
Anyway, he looks at me and says “don’t wear this until that heals” with a gesture to my very irritated bellybutton 🫠 THEN he goes, “actually, wait right here.” He rummages around underneath the counters for a sec and hands me this itty bitty little tube of hydrocortisone cream and I almost SCREAMED. WHERE HAS THIS MAN BEEN HIDING ALL MY LIFE. He said he usually includes them as a complimentary item if someone purchases a metal that causes more intense reactions, but anyone can ask for them. But I didn’t have to ask. He just wanted to look out for me and LITERALLY went “you don’t wear this thing until there’s no scabbing, got it? 👁️👁️” and AHAHAUSHH SEE B F B AIDBEHWHJ FINEHSJJSWBSIHEF
Then my sister asked him if he could pierce her conch and I had to kick her out before she did anything else that would get her grounded. So instead she flips me off on the other side of the glass while she waits for me outside the store. I literally can’t take her anywhere omfg.
I say bye and thank him for like the sixth time, and tell him to tell me if there’s any other way I can repay him for how considerate and generous he’s been. And THEN his smug ass goes “and how would you like to pay today?” With that cheeky ass lil grin that lets me know that he KNOWS he’s fine. He is VERY aware of the effect he has on women. Painfully aware, even.
So shit happens, I learn his name, and now we have our third date scheduled for this Saturday :) life is good
Bonus: when we got home my sister put the Ghost poster up in my room and said “merry Christmas, virgin” before ripping ass and leaving the room. The pain I would inflict upon this little shit if she weren’t my sister. And if I weren’t a nurse.
TH. THIRD-- THIRD DATE?????? MULTILPE!!!!!! OMFG SUGAR I'M SO EXCITED FOR YOU, LITERALLY THIS ENTIRE SERIES HAS ME GNAWING ON MY FIST AND KICKING MY FEET WHAAAAAT. i hope you date goes so well oml
omg 😭 bAHAHA you little sister is like me (even tho i'm the oldest). that's so sweet tho she got you a ghost poster :') and so funny that she's like trying to nose into your romantic biz. it all worked out in the end tho. i screamed like 3 times reading this, wHAT he is so observant. literally him noticing your earrings and thEN AS A RESULT??? keeping hypoallergenic stuff in stock bc you were in mind. living in his head rent free. YOU ARE THE BLUEPRINT
"in case you came back" SO HE WAS HOPING, PLANNING ON IT. and you did. YOU DID!!!!!! everything fits into place
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dejablonde · 2 months
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So I had to write a personal narrative for composition class. I wrote about post-ritual depression leading to a career change, and I thought ghumblr might enjoy. It's only 763 words (after padding it out with some extra academic phrasing) but I don't want to clog your feeds too much so it's below the cut.
"Have you ever like something so much that it rewired your brain?"
            Have you ever liked something so much that it rewired your brain? I can’t pinpoint exactly when I first heard the band called “Ghost,” but it was most likely sometime in 2022. I think the first video (from whichever of the dozen algorithms we get our content from today) pushed to my feed was their performance on Jimmy Kimmel, where they played their song Call Me Little Sunshine. I was taken aback by their theatrical look and sound. I listened to a few more songs, became a casual listener, and even bought their latest album when I came across it at Josey Records. What I can pinpoint, however, is the day I turned feral: April 9, 2023, Easter Sunday.
            Being only a casual listener still, I was curious as to what was going on when I saw that Ghost was trending on Tumblr. As I scrolled through the tag, it became more and more clear that, not only had they had dropped new music, but a new music video to match, almost entirely without warning: a cover of Phil Collins’ Jesus He Knows Me. Of course, I had to listen. From the driving intro into the first verse, to the poppy chorus, to the lyrics addressing hypocrisy from the church and its leaders, it was almost like twenty-eight years of religious trauma were healed in four minutes and five seconds, as if it were that easy. I wasn’t cured, but they certainly made a dent. I listened to it on repeat and branched into the rest of their discography.  After two weeks, I finally caved and bought myself a pit ticket to their upcoming Dallas tour date.
            When the day finally came, five months later, I could barely contain myself. I felt if I could leap hard enough, I would jump right out of my skin. I had taken advantage of the fact that I had the previous day off from work and pretended that I was taking a small trip for Labor Day. This allowed me the day off for the concert. My employers already think I’m strange enough; I didn’t see any need to make it worse by asking for time off to line up for a concert by a Satanic rock band hours early on a Tuesday. Despite the 103-degree weather that day, I made it to the general admission line around noon. I chatted with my new line buddies over the next several hours about the band, how we got into them, and a little bit about our lives in general over the water that the venue security provided. For the first time in a while, I was surrounded by people like me.
            They say that concerts can be a religious experience. I’m not sure I agree, but they’re not exactly wrong. It really is overwhelming, or at least can be. Many aspects are similar, if not the same. Between the community and camaraderie with your fellow “congregants” and the feeling of the music all the way down to your bones, there’s certainly something that happens internally. This concert (or ritual, as Ghost fans lovingly call them) was no exception. After all, when you’re a stone’s throw away from your obsession, bathed in light and confetti, you can’t help but feel a little changed.
            Post-concert depression is a very real and powerful force. It’s even stronger when you come back to work after finally feeling happy and rested only to be met with snideness not even fifteen minutes into the day. I was already dealing with years of declining morale. I wanted to be happy again, like I was the night before. I started looking at job postings immediately. I nearly got one in the same field but interviewed poorly. Eventually, I decided to make up for lost time and try to make a move into what my high-school-aged-self wanted. Or at least something close. Unfortunately, even though apprenticeship-type situations are common in the music industry, it’s very hard to break in without any kind of provable experience. I looked into some recording technology schools but didn’t really feel the need to go into debt on a loan for them. I was about to lose hope, but then I had a lightbulb moment and found that Dallas College has a program for Recording Technology. My application and registration were late in the game, but I was able to squeeze in before the start of this semester. Now, I’m finally doing something I want to do, and it’s all thanks to a funky little Swede in black and white makeup.
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ros3ybabe · 7 months
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Daily Check-in September 11th and 12th, 2023 🎀
Did not have the time to make one yesterday as I didn't get home til almost 11 pm and was so tired that i immediately passed out. I had a really good day today(Tuesday), tho! I ordered a bunch of stationery off of Stationery Pal and Kawaii pen shop, and ahhhh, I love all of it, and they BOTH came in less than a week after I placed my order. The quality of everything is *chefs kiss* and I am so excited to start using all this stuff in my university academics as well as my self study goals! I might even switch back to paper notes because of all the stuff I bought, who knows.
Will not include What I Ate as I honestly don't remember, I am very tired at the moment(Tuesday night), having run most of today with 3 hours of sleep. This check in is going to be a bit more on the self care self compassion side as I had a rough two days honestly.
🩷 Personal Achievements -
Washed my hair
Made it to both classes on time
Organized my new stationery in my desk
Cooked steak *actually* good in my food fundamentals class
🩷 Academic Achievements -
Completed a PSYC writing assignment
Completed NUTR assignment
Completed pre lab quiz for my Anatomy Lab
Completed Osmosis lab report
Earned my Human Subjects Research Training certificate for my PSYC class
(I’m certified to use human subjects in research studies at my university for the next 3 years now, how cool!?)
Should I make a post about the stationery I got? Like a haul/review post? Let me know what you think! It’s all pretty aesthetic so I would love to share my opinions on the quality of the stuff I bought….and I bought a lot of stuff without realizing it!
🩷 As of today, Wednesday September 13th, here’s a little academic todo list for today:
Weekly Writing for my Food Fundamentals class
Take my Exam 1 for my NUTR class
Read Chapter 11 for my Personal Finance class + take notes on IPad
Complete my Nutrition Log for my Fitness for Health and Sport class
Study Japanese for 20+ minutes
🩷 And here’s a little personal to do list for today:
Change current fitted bed sheet to new one I just bought and washed, throw away old one
Take my bedroom trash out, throw out package box
Clean bathroom completely
Sweep bedroom
Organize desk more efficiently
Wash my current dirty laundry
Put away previous clean laundry
Change clear shower liner to my new one
Throw out old carpets and replace with new ones
Follow my skincare routine (my face is begging to be taken care of again)
Possibly hang up my string lights with clips behind my desk and attach BTS photos to clips 💜
Budget for paycheck tomorrow
This check in was definitely a little different than the others, especially cause I started it last night but had to save it as a draft cause I nearly fell asleep while typing it up. I will definitely post an update tonight to see how much of my to do lists I accomplished! Looking forward to having today to myself, as I didn’t go to class due to the extreme rain we’re having (I walk to my campus as I do not drive…at all) and I’m completely home alone today! Let the productivity begin!
Til next time, lovelies 🩷🤍
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parkerpeter24 · 1 year
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reader runs into peter parker at central park and they keep him company bc he seems lonely. peter points out that reader has two milkshakes, one being the reader’s normal order while the other one is peter’s? and the reader says something like “i don’t even know why i bought it, it just felt… i don’t know. you can have it.” LMAO this is heavily inspired from that one scene out of legacies
okay sorry for being so late and i have not seen out of legacies but sksks hope you like it!! i also made it fall/winter theme because why not it’s the best season so!
pairing: mcu!peter parker x reader
warnings: angst. little fluff in the end tho 👍
nwh masterlist 🕸️
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it wasn’t unusual for peter to sit in the park with a camera around his neck and his favourite book in his hands but it was a rare occasion after the spell. it had been what, a month? and peter was yet nowhere near getting back to you as he had promised. the trees were almost deprived of all their leaves and the wind was turning cold as peter flipped through the pages, not really noticing the words.
stupid romance novels. they were just hundreds of thousands of words compiled and nothing else. no feelings. the things that happened in these novels, stayed in these novels.
otherwise you’d still be with peter and he would still be with you.
it wasn’t unusual for peter to feel his eyes well up, sitting alone in the park with nothing to think, no one to call his own. not after the spell.
his cheeks were damp with tears when he noticed the crunching of the leaves, when he heard those familiar footsteps approaching. his head immediately snapped up to look in your direction.
you. were there. in the same park. as peter.
clearly coming from a coffee shop, he noticed two cups of coffee in your hands as you came to a stop three footsteps away from him. he hated the distance. now he understood what people meant when they talked about the good old days. if it was back then, he would have closed the distance between the two of you, held you in a tight embrace.
“hey.. you alright?” you asked, pointing to his tears. his face was devoid of expression, though he blinked twice and nodded towards you.
“i’m fine.” his lips pursed in what seemed like a smile which he was too scared to flash. and he was. if peter was being honest, he was afraid that you’d disappear into thin air if he let the joy surface.
“good.” you replied shortly, rocking back and forth between your heels and your toes, before you added, “i’m sorry if i disturbed you. i didn’t mean to but i felt that- well i don’t really know why, i just didn’t want you to be alone. it’s almost the jolly time of the year.” you chuckled softly.
peter remembered how excited you were every year about christmas, only for the desserts though.
he smiled at last, wiping his eyes gently with the hem of his sweater, “no, i’m better now.”
you smiled at him, “what were you reading?” it was unlike you to be so intrusive. you wondered why you were taking such interest in a random guy sitting by himself. for all you knew he could be a serial killer.
but he seemed too cute to be a serial killer.
“oh. it doesn’t matter, it’s stupid.” he replied, turning the book close so that you could read the title, “you taking those somewhere?” he pointed at the two cups in your hands.
you looked down as if to check what he’d meant by that, “these? no, they’re just for me.” you chuckled sheepishly.
“both of them? you must really love caffeine.” he chuckled softly, making your cheeks heat up further, even in the cold.
“i don’t actually know why i got two.” you admitted, “it seemed natural.”
peter looked curiously, “which one is yours?”
you pointed out the one in your left hand, “the mocha.”
“and the other one?”
“americano. um, i don’t really know why, i don’t really like strong-”
“i do.” peter interrupted, “it’s my usual order.”
your heart skipped a beat for some reason, and unbeknownst to you, peter’s did the same.
“you can have it.” you held it out for him and he immediately wrapped his fingers around it, knuckles brushing against yours as he did.
“thanks, (y/n).” he nodded, a shade of red covering his cheeks.
“of course, pete.” you smiled, watching as he took a sip from his coffee. a silence fell between the two of you and hated to break it but it was getting late, “i should probably go now.”
the brunette stood up from the bench, “right. i-i’ll see you around?” he asked nervously but to his relief, you nodded quickly.
“we can get another coffee.” both of you shared a smile.
peter watched you leave the park, packing up his own stuff to make his way back to the new apartment and the fact that you two never exchanged names never really crossed either of your minds.
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justwonder113 · 1 year
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had to make another one where we make our beloved haikyuu boys flustered. the credit goes to our adorable anonymous reader who gave me this idea. I'm so so sorry it took me literally months to write it. I feel really bad I just had the worst writer's block and couldn't really write anything.I really hope this one was worth it🙏❤️❤️
This part will only include Tsukishima tho but I'm thinking of making this series👀
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You telling the boys that you bought the dress only for them to take it off off you
Includes: Tsukishima Kei
WARNING: Suggestive, fluff, reader is bold as always, reader wears dress and make-up. Please notify me if I missed anything else ^^
Tsukishima Kei
You were feeling beyond proud of yourself. You had come up with the perfect plan to surprise your boyfriend and you were sure he would absolutely love it
He had been on edge for a while, the things at work weren't going all well and it was taking it's toll on him. He was more snappy and overall on edge, not to say how exhausted he was. He barely managed to take care of himself. You tried your best to support him, you gave him his space when you knew he needed it and comforted him with best of your ablities when you knew he needed you, but you didn't feel like it was enough.
Now that you knew that he got through with this problems you wanted to surprise him. You even took a day off on work just so that everything could be perfect.
The house was spotless clean, you ordered his favorite meal and his favorite desserts, you also bought some nice scented candles and lit them both in the living and bathroom while you dimmed the other lights. You also brought out few of the nicest blankets but you were sure you wouldn't use them beause of the surprise you were hiding underneath your nice robe.
Soon enough you heard the sound of keys and after click of the door. You checked for your lipstick for the last time and went to greet him.
"How's my tired boy?" You asked before giving him a soft peck. Kei wrapped his hands around you and hid his nose in the croock of your neck and just stayed there for a fewseconds, as if your scent helped him relax. He made an inaudible noice just to point at you how tired he has. The corners of your mouth lifted up in a soft smile, you took his hand and started to lead him, "come on pretty boy lt's have dinner. I ordered your favorites." He squeezed your hand and let you lead him. You pointed to his chair and then sat across him.
The dinner was peacefull, Kei told you everything that had been going on at the museum and you listened carefully, adding commnents then and there.
After a while you told him to go take a bath while you took care of dishes.
He must have been really touchstarved because he didn't take his time at the bath like usual and almost immediately came to you. You absolutely loved it when he became clingy like that.
He leaned in his whole weight on you and made you fall on the sofa, his head on your chest causing you to giggle.
"Thanks for being understanding, it must have been hard for you," he mumbled against your chest after a few minutes of just laying there with you scratching his scalp and softly placed a kiss on your cleavage, "I feel like I haven't been with you for ages." You smiled softly at him, it was a rare sight to see him talk about his feelings like that.
"Don't worry darling I know how hectic work can get, I'm more concerned about your health.Yes work is important but you can't forget about your health" You pecked his forehead, he hummed, "Yeah you're right."
You chuckled, "of course I am" which made him roll his eyes. He straightened up and you got up, your robe slipped a little revealing a foreign cloth Kei hadn't seen. He eyed your cleavage carefully making you raise your eyebrow.
"Find something interesting?" He scoffed at you.
"Is it new? What did you get?" He suddenly got curious about provocative clothes, your smirk got wider as you got up, his curious eyes following you carefully.
"Just got something to surprise my boyfriend you know." You carefully started to strip off the robe only to reveal most sinful dress you had ever owned. When you saw it first you immediately knew it would make his mouth water so you just had to get it! You had been waiting for an occasion to wear it for ages! It was in your favourtite color too! Hugging all the curves and defining them this well... You knew he already had trouble holding himself back by the way he watched you like a hawk. You slowly made your way to him and slowly straddled his lap, "I really hope you're up to some " You leaned in to whisper in his ear, while his hands slowly slid from your legs to your hips "fun, bacause I only bought this dress just so that you could take it off of me," you purred.
"God you're going to be death of me!" He said and immediatelly flipped you over so that he was above you and smashed his lips against yours, his hands already starting to travel your body, his tiredness just like that thrown out the window. Let's just say none of you slept that night.
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slyersky · 1 year
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Peter Parker x Reader - Dumplings
A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this! :) Wasn’t quite sure how to end it but after I read it to my friend they said it would be perfect to just end it there. So that’s what I’m doing.
Summary: Reader has a totally-not-date with Peter. Peter doesn’t come. When they leave Spider-Man suddenly takes them home. Things seem to unfold from there.
Content: fluff, MCU!Peter, slight miscommunication(?), more like keeping secrets, mutual pining, Peter trying to wingman himself
Word count:~7.100
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The cold autumn wind tore at your body as you walked down the street. Your arms were wrapped around your torso in an attempt to keep yourself warm. The jacket you were wearing wasn’t made for this kind of weather and you had not thought of bringing a scarf when you had left the house. It was easy to tell that winter was near, perhaps there would be snow in a few weeks.
Luckily, the destination you had was already in sight. The bright neon sign sticking out from the side of the building clashed with the grey clouds above you. A huge window at the front of the building provided a quick look into the establishment. Only a few people were sitting at the tables, the interior looked welcoming and the daily special had been written on the window with red window marker. You had wanted to try out this new Vietnamese restaurant for weeks now and had taken the opportunity to invite a certain friend of yours along with you.
Finally reaching the door to the restaurant, you stepped inside and were immediately engulfed in warmth and the smell of food. You walked over to one of the free tables near the wall, one with a seat that faced the window, so you could see when your friend, aka Peter Parker, arrived. You took off your jacket and hung it over the back of your chair, and then you sat down. A small Asian lady in her 40s walked up to you but you quickly informed her that you were still waiting for someone. She left again and you stared out the window for a few minutes.
It wasn’t long until your phone that was in your pocket buzzed, someone had sent you a message. You took it out of your pocket and the screen lit up. The device in your hand buzzed once more and you read the messages quickly.
Two new messages from Peter :):
hey! sorry but i’m gonna be late
you can go ahead and order us some starters tho ;)
You let out a small sigh. Peter was late to almost everything you would plan these days. You wondered if this was just the case with you or Ned as well. You had to ask him tomorrow. Hopefully, it wasn’t just you, it would make you worried that you did something wrong.
After a quick look at the menu, you decided what to get as a starter. Raising your hand and looking out for the waitress, you called her over to order. As a drink, you ordered (favourite drink) and for the starters some dumplings and summer rolls. The dumplings were more for yourself than for Peter, he probably wouldn’t even have a chance at snagging himself more than two. You could eat them every day of the week if you actually had the money for it. Usually, you bought them at another Asian restaurant near your home but maybe that would change today...
20 minutes went by. No sign of Peter. The waitress stopped at your table to deliver your food. You looked at your phone, no other messages from your friend. With a sigh, you took a sip from your drink and began bouncing your leg up and down.
Another 20 minutes passed. You didn’t dare touch the food in case Peter arrived. It would be rude to start eating without him. Once again you checked your phone that was laying on the table. Nothing.
Five minutes later, still no Peter. You tried to call him but no one picked up. Cursing to yourself, you sent him a quick message: Hey, Pete! Where are you? Are you okay? Still waiting for you…
The people around you, the waitresses, the other guests, they all started staring at you. Some of them gave you sympathetic looks. One of the waitresses even came up to you and gave you a free cup of tea. Her reasoning was so you wouldn’t be as upset for getting stood up. But you weren’t being stood up...right? Peter was just...extremely late.
You finally gave in to your desire to eat, you had been hungry ever since you had arrived here. The dumplings were already cold. You couldn’t even enjoy them properly, the thought of Peter just ditching you was upsetting. What was supposed to be a nice afternoon with your friend had turned into you sitting alone and munching on cold, mediocre dumplings. The summer rolls were alright, at least they weren’t served hot as well. You angrily stabbed at them with your fork, your appetite was gone but you didn’t want to waste the money you were spending.
Over an hour had passed since you had come to the restaurant and no signs or texts or calls from Peter had reached you. Saying you were disappointed was an understatement. You had had enough. It was dark already, you didn’t want to risk anything while you were heading home, so you called over the waitress to pay for your food.
With a sigh, you pulled your jacket closer to your body. You had only been walking for a minute and you were already cold. With one hand you got out your phone. Another attempt to call your friend only sent you to his voicemail. You typed out another message: I’m going home now. Sad that you couldn’t make it.
That wasn’t true. You weren’t sad, you were pissed and disappointed, but you weren’t going to tell him that.
You put your phone back into your pocket and continued to head home. It was kinda scary walking alone in the dark, without any protection, and in one of the more dangerous parts of town too. Cowering into yourself a little you sped up your pace at the thought of getting into trouble somehow. The way home wasn’t that long, you could just take a shortcut and be home in a flash.
Deciding to do just that, you walked into an alleyway. There were no lights there, one could barely see anything. Making out the shapes of trash cans was hard enough on its own, you almost walked into one, focused as you were on being as fast as your feet allowed without running.
A loud thump came from behind you, making you freeze in place. This was it, some dude was gonna rob you and you were not gonna be able to get help. What if he had a knife and tried to stab you with it? The sound of footsteps made its way towards you. Oh, you were so done for. You felt like your life was flashing before your eyes. You would die right here and-
“Hey!”, a red mask popped into your field of vision, you let out a short scream, both out of fear and surprise. On instinct, your hand moved to smack the probable attacker in the face. It was caught just before you were able to hit.
“Woah! Cal-“, the person cleared their throat, their voice sounding a little deeper when they spoke again,-“calm down there. I’m not here to hurt you.”
Now that the initial fear was subsiding, you recognised who was in front of you.
“You’re… It’s just you, Spider-Man…”, you breathed, scanning the hero from head to toe. You weren’t unfamiliar with him, he had helped you a few times before, though you doubted that he remembered something so small in the hero lifestyle. “Man, you scared me half to death. Don’t do entrances like that on civilians…”
He let go of your hand and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, apologising.
“I was just on patrol and saw that you were walking around alone. You looked kinda scared, so I thought that maybe you would appreciate it if I- someone…accompanied you.”
“…That’s…very nice of you, thank you.”, you were kind of baffled, yet you gave him a warm smile and started walking again. He followed suit.
There was a short amount of silence. While you didn’t, the hero kinda seemed to mind it.
“So…uh… If I may ask… What are you doing out here all alone?”
“Oh, I was…supposed to meet up with a friend… Turns out that he… didn’t show up at all.”, you mumbled, unsure if you should really tell a stranger about your teenage problems.
“I’m sorry… Maybe there was something important that got in the way…?”, the hero suggested as the two of you exited the alleyway and took a left turn.
“Maybe… But he could’ve texted or called me about that… That way I wouldn’t have waited for him for like an hour.”
“Wait- An hour?!”, his voice cracked during the sudden outburst. Why did he sound so shocked? You nodded. Once again he cleared his throat and tried to pick up more of a joking manner. “Man… That guy… must really be a douchebag then, huh?”
“He’s not, actually… He’s really nice…and funny… But he’s still an idiot sometimes.”, you had caught your words before they all came out at once. You weren’t about to start gushing about Peter in front of some random guy.
“Everyone in that damned restaurant thought I was getting dumped by a date… It’s so stupid.”, you kicked an empty soda can that was in your way while you kept walking down the street. It made a loud noise as it clattered along the sidewalk.
“Because it wasn’t a date…? Or because they all thought it was?”, Spider-Man asked carefully.
Your face started heating up, if it was out of anger or embarrassment you couldn’t really tell. Remaining silent, you kept walking. This wasn’t a conversation you were going to have with a hero. He could luckily tell that you were not in the mood to talk about it and didn’t say anything else for the rest of the way home.
“Ned?”
“What’s up?”, you were lucky that you had caught him alone.
“Can I talk to you for a sec? It’s about Peter…”, as you said that, you could see a small amount of panic flash on his face. Yet he still nodded and followed you to a quieter corner of the school hallway.
“…When you meet up with Peter… is he ever… late by any chance?”
“What…?”
“Y’know… does he make you wait for him or not show up at all when you two hang out?”, you looked down at your friend with a slight frown of worry.
“Sometimes, yeah. But stuff like that happens, right?”, he smiled at you and you could tell that something was making him nervous.
“I guess… But I feel like-“
“Hey, guys! What are you talking about?”, Peter suddenly appeared in your peripheral and you quickly spun around.
“Oh! Uh… Nothing important. Just…had a question about our homework, that’s all.“, you lied. You didn’t exactly know why, you kind of felt like you had to for a second.
“Oh, I see… Uhm…(Y/n), I wanted to apologise for yesterday. I really should have called you but there was an emergency at the…uhm…internship.”, he pulled you aside with one arm, almost out of earshot for Ned. The boy scratched his neck nervously as he tried to explain himself. His voice was barely above a whisper, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention.
“Just…forget it, it’s fine. I’m not mad or anything.”, you forced a small smile. There was a feeling deep inside of your stomach that he was making up excuses, but you told yourself that it was fine. This wasn’t going to happen anymore, right?
“Still… I wanna make it up to you! How about we go to the cinema this Saturday? You can pick the movie of course.”
There was still hope then? You were sure that your cheeks were heating up at his suggestion. You had to act fast to not make it that obvious.
“…Uh… Sure, that would be cool.”
“Cool! It’s settled then.”
“Settled my ass…”, you muttered as you glared at your phone and made your way to the exit of the cinema. You should’ve seen it coming, honestly…
Once again, Peter had not shown up. He had told you to already buy a ticket for yourself since he would be a little late. He had said that he would be there by the time the movie started. He had promised. And then you had sat there. Alone, with a huge tub of popcorn in your lap. Once the movie was already playing for a while you had checked your phone for what felt like the billionth time.
New message from Peter :):
hey, i don’t know if i’ll be able to make it in time
Of course…
The movie ended about 20 minutes ago. Your disappointment grew by the minute. Not only had the movie been utter garbage but you also had no one to laugh about it with now.
With a small grumble, you stepped outside into the cold night. Your breaths came out in puffs of smoke as you stuffed your hands into the pockets of your jacket to keep them warm. As you were preparing to walk home a certain figure caught your attention out of the corner of your eye.
There he was again, on the other side of the street. He was handing over what seemed to be a robber to a police officer and giving him details about the robbery. You stared at him for a while. For some reason, it seemed strange to see Spider-Man again, especially now, like this wasn’t just a weird coincidence. The cop took the criminal from the hero's hands and their conversation seemed to end. As if he had felt you were staring at him, Spider-Man turned his head towards you. You froze for a second, unsure of what to do. He, however, sure did know. Within a few moments, he was already crossing the street towards you, already waving.
“If it isn’t my favourite nighttime escort… Working hard I see…”, you greeted him while gesturing towards where he just stood.
“Oh, you know… Just trying to keep things in order around here… What uhm… what are you doing here?”, of course he would ask. If you told him that you had gotten stood up again he would surely think of you as a loser. You shifted your balance from one foot to another a few times. Then you finally pointed at the cinema a few buildings behind you.
“Uhm… I just…felt like watching a movie…”
“All alone…? That doesn’t sound very fun.”
“Well… I had plans with someone but… uh… he didn’t show up.”, you looked down at your feet, heat rising to your cheeks.
“Oh… I’m sorry.”, for some reason he sounded like he felt responsible for your suffering.
“You’re not the guy I was supposed to meet up with, don’t apologise.-“, you tried to laugh the embarrassment off- “‘Sides… Feeling sorry for myself won’t make it any better.”
There was an awkward amount of silence. You were contemplating whether you should just say goodbye and go home. Would that be rude?
“Was it the same guy as last time?”, you nodded, your face going even redder from embarrassment. You were a little surprised that he even remembered. “Damn, I might have to go and have a talk with him! The audacity to be so rude to his friend…”
“Please don’t…”, you gave a small nervous chuckle.
“Alright… Can I at least take you home?”
“That would be nice…”
You had to admit that you were pretty sad about what happened today. It felt as if the entirety of your life was starting to turn against you. You didn’t even want to face Peter in school again. Would it just be better to stay at home for eternity? You would never say it out loud, of course, but the seed of doubt in your friendship with Peter was slowly growing. Did he just not like you anymore? What had you done wrong?
The hero seemed to notice your distress as you walked down the streets of Queens. He didn’t say anything though. You were kind of glad that he didn’t. After all, you had said earlier that self-pity wouldn’t help. And now you were doing the exact thing you didn’t want to do. Suddenly he seemed to spot something in the distance. The eyes on his mask expanded and he quickly looked between you and the thing he saw.
“Hey! Wait here for a minute! I’ll be right back.”, he quickly grabbed your shoulder to catch your attention and then ran off to the other side of the street. Your eyes followed him with a dumbfounded look. You watched him enter a shop, you couldn’t quite read the sign on the door.
Just like he said, after a few minutes he came back out. As he was coming closer you saw that he was holding a small to-go box. When the hero finally reached you, he held the box out towards you. You took ahold of it with a questioning gaze.
“It’s ‘dump’-lings… Get it?”, he tried to explain as you opened the box and the smell of food hit your nose. You looked back at him again, still slightly confused. He laughed awkwardly as he scratched his neck with one hand. “‘Cause you… basically got dumped, y’know… Dump-lings… Haha…”
You could tell that he was suddenly worried about crossing a line. He started fumbling with his fingers as he let out another awkward chuckle.
“I just… You looked so upset… I thought that maybe a pun and some food that you like would cheer you up…”
Now you couldn’t help but snicker. You had never met a hero that was so awkward but also so nice, not that you had met many heroes in your lifetime. But this definitely made your night better. Even if his pun was horrible.
“Thank you… I appreciate it. Just…never try that joke again. Also… It wasn’t a date, so I didn’t get dumped, technically…”, you smiled at him. But after a few seconds, your face scrunched up in thought again. “Wait… How did you know that I like dumplings?”
The hero took a step back and you could tell that he tried to avoid your gaze.
“Ah…uh… It was just a lucky guess… And I figured that since a lot of people like them, I couldn’t really go wrong with them…”
That was true. Most of the people you knew would never say no to dumplings. You had been suspicious for no reason at all.
“Thank you again… You seem to be a lot more reliable than Peter…”, the two of you chuckled a little as you kept walking. You bit into the warm food on your fork, it tasted amazing. “I might just ask you out next time instead of him.”
You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth. Oh no. This would be awkward. You stopped dead in your tracks, the hero next to you did the same. He stared at you for a few seconds.
“…Soooo… You were considering these as dates after all…?”, huh? Out of all the questions he could have asked and the things he could have said… He chose to ask that?!
“Thaaaat’s… none of your business.”, you turned your head away. Your face was starting to turn redder than a beet.
“What? Come on.”, he protested with what sounded almost like a whine. You started to walk again, quicker this time. The hero quickly caught up with you again. “It’s definitely some of my business if you want to replace your friend with your friendly neighbourhood spider.”
Your thoughts were racing in embarrassment. Not only had you just basically confessed your crush on a boy to a complete stranger, but you had also told said stranger that you could imagine going on a date with him?! Why had you even considered this in the first place? You barely knew this guy. You had no idea what he was really like, let alone who he was under that mask of his. Were you really that naive to just trust him like that?
You were struggling to find the right words to say. Opening your mouth, you tried to speak, but nothing came out so you just closed it again. After you did that a few times in a row (you could guarantee that you were looking like a damn fish) you gave up.
“Alright, I’m sorry. You’re right. This shouldn’t be any of my business. If I crossed a boundary of yours, I apologise.”, the man sighed and awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.
“Let’s just… Let’s just not talk about it anymore.”
“Okay. Should I still walk with you for a bit?”
“…Sure.”
“Well… Here we are. Thank you for the company… and the dumplings.”, you turned around to look at Spider-Man once again.
“You’re more than welcome. And sorry again for making you uncomfortable.”
“Apology accepted. Have a nice evening. Don’t go around patrolling for too long.”, you chuckled and unlocked your front door. Just as you were about to go inside, the hero’s voice popped up one last time.
“Also… Maybe just talk to that guy you like. I’m sure he feels the same, he’s probably too nervous to tell you.”, with that, he zipped away with one of his webs.
You anxiously dug your fingers into your palms. 30 minutes had passed since you came home and you had done basically nothing but stare at your phone that was lying on your bed. Something about the hero’s words had stirred something in you. Should you really call Peter now? What if he actually didn’t feel the same? You didn’t even know how you would start the conversation. Would your frustration and anger from earlier just bubble up again? Before you could think properly you already had your phone in your hand and punched in his number.
One Beep.
Two Beeps.
Your hands were shaking. Was it too late to hang up now? This was a bad idea.
The fifth beep.
“Hey, (Y/n). Before you say anything, I want to say that I’m sorry.”, you remained quiet for the time being. “I had promised you that we would hang out and I blew it. And no excuse will ever be enough for that but I will try to make it right again. If you let me, of course.”
“Peter, you’re an asshole. You really are.-”, you spoke without thinking once again but this time you didn’t stop yourself. Something about his apology had made you change your mind about what you were going to say - “This wasn’t the first time this happened. Nor was last week at the restaurant the first time. You keep on missing our hangouts or cancelling last minute. Honestly, I don’t know if we’re really even friends anymore! You barely talk to me, you stand me up and you certainly don’t even trust me enough to tell me the truth about your little escapades! Do you even still like me? It would be easier if you just told me that you don’t want to be around me anymore!”
You had thought that you would be able to keep calm and collected. Well, you had utterly failed. Silent tears were running down your cheeks and you felt like screaming at your friend.
“No, no! You’ve got it all wrong. I do still like you, more than you realise. I want to spend time with you. And I know, I’ve been a horrible friend to you for the past month but I promise you I’m gonna make it right again.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Peter.”
“I’ll keep this promise. Please, you have to believe me.”
You were quiet for a few seconds. So many emotions were running through your head again. How could you trust him now? What made this any different than all the other times he had said that he would make it right? And could you be sure that he would be honest about the things he was doing?
“Well, it’s one thing to stand me up. It’s another to not tell me why or even make up excuses. I don’t know what you’re hiding, I’m not sure if I even really want to know… But I’m gonna be honest with you… You’re making it really hard for me to keep loving you.”, without another word, you hung up. In just a few seconds you turned off your phone and chucked it onto your bed.
Peter had tried to reach you for the next few days. But either you had blocked him or turned your phone off. His calls didn’t go through either way. When he tried to talk to you on Monday, you weren’t at school. You weren’t there the next day either. Ned didn’t really know what was going on either.
“When I asked, they just told me they were sick… Do you think it’s something else?”, Ned shrugged as he sat down at a lunch table with his friend.
“…I might have messed up, man. I wanted to make things right with them and hang out last weekend but… spidey-business came up and it wasn’t able to make it.”, the boy confessed.
“Dude… So that’s why they were asking me about you?”
“Wait… what?”
“(Y/n) came up to me last week and asked if you were standing me up all the time too! I tried to cover it up because I thought they were figuring out your secret and stuff! Shit… Did you apologise?”
“I brought them home as Spider-Man, just like last week, and I tried to cheer them up… And then they said something weird and things got really awkward and I think they meant that they like me…? As in, like like me… And then I tried to nudge things in a direction to make things better. But then they called me and I tried to apologise and then everything just backfired. They got really upset and hung up on me and now I can’t reach them anymore! I don’t know what to do!”, Peter talked at a speed that made it hard to comprehend what he was saying. He threw his hands in the air in defeat and then curled in on himself. Ned sat there for a second, taking everything in.
“…When you say that they like like you… And you ‘tried to nudge things into the right direction’… Does that mean that you like them too?”
“Wha- O-of course I do. I wouldn’t have done it like that if I didn’t.”, the brunette ran a hand through his hair as he whisper-yelled and looked around nervously. “I don’t know what to do, Ned. If I don’t fix this, our whole friendship is gonna fall apart.”
“Okay, okay. I know how we can salvage this, trust me. Here’s the plan…”
Your doorbell rang. Begrudgingly, you stood up from your bed and trotted to your front door. You pulled it open and came face to face with Ned. He looked somewhat nervous as he shifted from one foot to the other.
“Hey! How are you doing?”
“…I’m fine, I guess. Just feeling sick.”, you answered, even though it was a lie. Your voice was strained and tired. All you wanted to do was go back to bed and never see the light of day again. “Thank you again for bringing me the homework. But you really didn’t have to go through the trouble of doing it in person. Photos or something would’ve done the job too, Ned.”
“No, no! I wanted to check on you. Plus, Mrs Warren really gave us a bunch of papers. I don’t wanna carry those around all day.”, the boy joked and started rummaging through his backpack for the papers. He still gave off a slightly nervous vibe but you were too tired to question it. He tried to break the silence. “Do you think you’re gonna be back at school soon? You don’t look too good.”
He was right. There were dark circles under your red eyes. You hadn’t slept and spent a lot of the time crying, of course, no one knew that. You looked pale and your hair hadn’t been taken care of the past few days. You hadn’t eaten properly either, what was the point anyway.
“Geez, thanks… Uhm, maybe in a day or two? We’ll have to see.”, you weren’t sure if you even wanted to go back to school. You were practically dreading the thought of it. If you did, you would have to face Peter eventually. That was one of the things you certainly did not want to experience at the moment. But you weren’t stupid, you knew that that would happen sooner or later. There was no way around it. You would just prefer it if it happened later.
“Oh! My Nana also insisted on taking this to you… She said that it helps against colds and stuff.”, Ned pulled out a small, clear container full of food and handed it to you together with a stack of paper.
“That’s… really sweet of her. Tell her I said thank you.”, you shot him a smile and he smiled back. Silence settled between the two of you. You were expecting him to say goodbye and leave but he kept standing there. He was shifting from one foot to the other again. What did he want? Was he expecting something from you? Maybe you should just tell him goodbye.
“Well, uhm… Maybe it’s time-“, you started but the shorter boy interrupted you.
“Actually, uhm, could I get a glass of water? I’m really thirsty.”, the request caught you so off guard that you didn’t notice the glances to the side that Ned did. He looked even more nervous now.
“Oh… Sure. Just give me a sec…”, you made your way into the kitchen and set down the stuff on the table.
You filled a glass with tap water and then made your way back to the door. Ned was now glancing inside your house as if he was looking at something. Once you came closer he quickly straightened and acted as if he wasn’t doing anything. You could tell that something was off. Ned was incredibly bad at lying. For a second, you debated with yourself if you should confront him about it. But you felt too tired to pry.
“Here you go.”, you handed him the glass. The boy downed the water in one go. You stared at him, completely confused, as he quickly handed you back the glass.
“Thanks… Oh, would you look at the time. I have to go. Get better soon, bye.”, and with that, he basically ran away. You followed him with your eyes until he was out of sight. Now that was certainly strange… You had wanted him to leave but even that was a bit too sudden for your liking.
Oh well. You closed your front door again with a small sigh. Then you made your way back to the kitchen and set down the glass inside the sink. You would wash the dishes later, you had too little energy to do it right now. You braced yourself on the edge of the sink and let your head hang low for a second. The light that came through the kitchen window became less and less. The colder months made your home seem all the darker. You made a mental note to turn on the light in the hallway when you went back to your room. That way your parents wouldn’t come home to a completely dark lair of self-pity. A hand went over your face to get yourself back together. You decided it would be best to just go back to your room and sleep again. You straightened your posture and turned around. In your kitchen doorway, however, stood a figure. You let out a scream, jolting backwards. You grabbed the nearest thing beside you, which unfortunately was nothing more than a sponge, and threw it at the intruder. It was too dark already to see who it was but the figure easily caught the sponge. They held it in their hand as they took a step forward. You screamed once again and backed up further into the kitchen.
“Hey! Hey! Relax! It’s just me!”, a familiar voice said and the figure extended an arm towards you in surrender.
“What the-? Peter?!”, your hand finally reached for a light switch behind you. A strip of light from beneath the kitchen cabinets illuminated the room. The boy squinted his eyes at the sudden light. “What the hell are you doing in here?!”
“Okay, I know you’re mad but-“
“Mad?! You just broke into my house! That is absolutely illegal, I’ll have you know!”, you really did not want to put up with him right now. You were only one more annoyance away from actually calling the police on him.
“Technically… I didn’t break in. I came in through the door while you were getting water for Ned.-“
“I fucking knew it! He was behaving so suspiciously the whole damn time!”, you threw your hands into the air and turned away for a second. The audacity that these two had… While you were distracted, Peter put the sponge you had thrown at him next to the sink again. “What the hell do you want? I swear, if you pull anything stupid I’ll call the damn police on you.”
“I… I wanted to apologise to you… For real this time.”, you only now noticed that he had kept one of his hands behind his back the whole time. Now he brought his hand back in front of him, what he held made your mouth fall open. It was a massive flower bouquet, filled with all different kinds of flowers. There were roses in different colours, daisies, peonies… It looked as if Peter had either picked every flower in the store that he thought you would like, or he had tried to look up the actual symbolisms of said flowers. The size of it was impressive, that much you had to admit. It was almost bigger than his head, it had to have been extremely expensive… “I didn’t know how else I would be able to talk to you. You didn’t answer my calls and I’m pretty sure if I had shown up at your doorstep you would have just slammed the door in my face.”
He wasn’t wrong. You wouldn’t have wanted to talk to him. But you believed that you had every right to act like this. You wanted to voice your thoughts but Peter was quicker.
“Of course, that’s totally justified. I’ve been nothing but an asshole to you for the past few months. I promised to make it up to you and I broke that promise. When you called me last weekend I was hoping to be able to apologise. But uh… with you exploding in anger and… everything… I wasn’t able to. I get now that that wouldn’t have been so easy anyway.”, he carefully stepped towards you and held out the bouquet. There was a small moment of hesitation. Would taking his gift already mean that you forgave him? Was all this just to win over your goodwill again? You still grabbed the bouquet from his hand, not looking at him while you did so. Quickly, you got out a vase and put in the bouquet with a bit of water. Silence settled in the room.
“So? You keep saying you want to apologise… Where’s that apology then? And also… I demand an explanation, Peter. I know you weren’t being fully honest with me.”, you crossed your arms and leaned against the counter. Your eyes narrowed as you waited for an answer.
“Uhm… You may want to sit down for this if you want the explanation…”, Peter grabbed you by the shoulders and made you sit down at the kitchen table. Before you could protest about him touching you he stepped back again and started fumbling with his hands. He didn’t say anything, though. You looked at him expectantly, brows raised in scepticism.
“Uhm… Okay… Here we go. I… am… Spider-Man.”, he stammered while avoiding eye contact.
“…Peter.”, you started with a sigh. “I need you to be honest with me here-“
“No no no! I am being honest.”, he waved his hands in front of him in a desperate manner. You only looked at him with a deadpan expression. Really? Did he think he could win you over that easily? If he tried to get on your good side by just spouting more lies you were going to explode.
“I can prove it to you!”, he swung his backpack off of his shoulder and zipped it open. After rummaging through it for a second he pulled out something red. He handed it over to you and when you unfolded it… It sure looked like the mask of the neighbourhood hero.
“How am I supposed to know if this is actually real? For all I know you could’ve bought it from some costume shop or someth-“, you weren’t sure if you actually wanted to believe that he was who he was claiming to be. That would mean that you had complained about Peter…to Peter… And you had admitted that you liked Peter…to Peter! Before you could finish your sentence, however, something white whipped out of the boy’s wrist and stuck to the mask you were holding. With a quick pull, it flew out of your hands and back to Peter. That white string. It looked like the web strings Spider-Man used.
“There! Believe me now?”, he looked at you expectantly. You, however, seemed to be frozen in place, staring at your now empty hand. This could not be real. This was a dream, right? Seeing you in an unmoving, unblinking state made Peter even more nervous than before. “Are you okay?”
“No.”, you answered without thinking. Then your gaze drifted back up to Peter. “How could I be when my best friend tells me that he is a god-damn superhero?! And when that exact superhero has been a much better friend than my actual best friend has been for the last few weeks, even though they are the same person? What the actual fuck?”
“Look… Every single time we tried to meet up there was something going on. A bunch of bad guys were seemingly having their field days. When we were supposed to eat at that restaurant together some decided it would be fun to blow up a factory! When you wanted to meet up to study a fire broke out because someone owed another guy money. And when we wanted to watch that movie a random mutated lizard was wreaking havoc in the sewers! Can you believe that?! We’re not in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, why would anyone put anything mutated in the sewers?”
“But then you had enough time to go and conveniently check on me once you were done?”
“I always tried to at least check if you were okay. And if I couldn’t do it as Peter, I thought it wouldn’t hurt to do so as Spider-Man. You have to believe me when I say that I never wanted to stand you up or leave you behind. But sometimes…y’know.”
“Yeah… Of course, spending time with me is less important than saving a bunch of civilians.”, you slumped in your chair and crossed your arms.
“You say that like you’re bitter.”
“I’m not. Those people need saving after all. Who’s gonna do it if not you? It’s understandable.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that you sound bitter.”
“…And what if I am? I shouldn’t be! Choosing between saving the lives of many and spending time with me shouldn’t even be an option. But it still hurts, Peter. It hurts to know that I am not a priority. And I know that’s selfish, you don’t need to tell me.”, you looked away in embarrassment. You were being so childish. Maybe you should just tell him to leave.
“…But you are a priority. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come to check on you every time you had to walk home alone. I would never want to see you hurt or upset because of something I did. So I wanted to at least somewhat make you happier… Even if you didn’t know that it was me that tried to cheer you up. I would do anything to spend more time with you. And I would do anything to see you smile.”
You didn’t answer for a while. You had to admit that it was sweet that he at least tried to salvage his mistakes. Even if it was in a completely stupid kind of way. But now that you thought about it… How did you not notice that he was Spider-Man earlier? He had changed his voice to be minimally lower than normal when he talked to you, he knew that you liked dumplings and he seemed to be waaay too interested in your personal life… A laugh made its’ way through your throat.
“Hey… What are you laughing at now?”, Peter asked perplexed.
“It’s just… You offered… to go and beat yourself up. It’s kinda stupid. Not to mention you tried to play wingman… for yourself.”, you managed to say in between giggles. Your friend's face grew beet red.
“Well… I would have done it if you’d said yes.”, he seemed to ignore your second comment as best as he could.
“Pff… Don’t be ridiculous, Peter.”
“…Do you forgive me, then?”
“You technically still haven’t apologised.”, you teased.
“Right… Uhm… I’m sorry for standing you up all the time and then not being able to make it up to you in person. And I’m sorry for lying to you about what was going on in my life. But I hope that you can forgive me one day because when that day comes I would like to take you on an actual date. But you can call it a not-date if you want. Just so a certain superhero won’t get jealous when he hears about it.”
You were taken aback for a second. So he did like you back… And he wanted to go on a date with you…
“Woah… Uh… Apology accepted. But… I don’t know. Maybe I do prefer that mysterious masked hero that is willing to protect me at night after all.”
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Original thread on twitter
Hello_There_Ben is an (in)famous ao3 writer. The king of Dead Dove for a popular fandom. Hes been friends with artist Darth_Vader for years on tumblr. After 5 years they meet in person at a convention, seeing each other for the first time. And fall in love.
Hello_There_Ben Aka Obi-Wan Kenobi is a corporate lawyer. But since he was a teenager he’s been writing fics and posting them on every site you can think of until finally settling on ao3. Though he knew his fics aren't for everyone, to his surprise he’s gifted with art!
Darth_Vader aka Anakin Skywalker is a recent engineering masters student graduate, but back in undergrad he would stress draw. One day he got curious and went into the DDDNE tag of his favorite show, and came across Hello_Ben's fic and HAD to draw for him.
aka a very self indulgent AU but also an obikin meet cute 
After they began talking. A lot. Ben gave him tips on surviving College (it's been a while for me but you'll get through it) just as Vader stayed up and talked with him during Ben's divorce (I'm so sorry, seriously what can I do for you?) But they never saw each other's pictures.
That is until Anime Coruscant comes into town, just a 20 min bus ride from Obi-Wan's townhouse. Vader messages him that he has an artist table at the con and maybe they can finally meet up. Obi-Wan used to go to that con, stopped when it got too big, but bought his ticket. 
And the day of the con the nerves set in. He's finally gonna meet his online friend for the first time. Is he gonna get weirded out he's older (even tho he's never hidden his age, just had 30+ in his bio)? And when he finds Vader's table he's met with the most gorgeous man.
Which only makes him EXTRA nervous. Obi-Wan is in a casual-ish cosplay of their fandom (idk maybe he writes thorki or Hannigram) and he's getting self conscious of how he looks. He also has some coffee and pastries as a snack for Vader as a "hi glad to meet you" offering.
He approaches his table just as Vader finishes a purchase with a customer. He looks at Obi-Wan with his gorgeous blue eyes and handsome smile and Obi-Wan chokes on his tongue as he just spurts out "hello there" And Vader recognizes him immediately "Ben??"
Vader reaches over for him across his table. Almost knocking over his own display in an attempt to hug him "it's so good to meet you!!" And then Vader drags him over to his side of the table, and oh Vader is taller than him. Tall and handsome and full of sunshine.
Vader sells mostly prints of his work seen all over tumblr and Instagram. He also has cute stickers and buttons related to fanfic stuff (friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, Dead Dove etc) and he's getting a good amount of sales! But now all his attention is on Obi-Wan.
"Thank you for coming, I didn't expect you so soon. How's the con? Did you get anything yet?" Vader talks excitedly, already out of breath when he finally asks "oh, I didn't even ask if Ben is okay to call you by. You can call me Ani, or Anakin." A beautiful name for him.
Obi-Wan manages to get his own name out and Anakin's smile is so bright now learning it "Obi-Wan? That's such a cool name!! Why go by Ben?" It was a nickname growing up, but also more anonymous since he's a lawyer. Don't need clients to find his ao3 and tangle it with his work.
So the con goes well, Obi-Wan stays with anakin and helps him with his table. After they eat at Denny's just to talk more and it's really like talking to an old friend. Despite their age difference and distance everything they do is comfortable. Anakin has to get  To his hotel soon and pass out. He explained he actually drove 8hrs to the con the morning of set up so he's exhausted and its catching up on him. Obi-Wan walks with him to his hotel... only there's a party going on. And Anakin isn't sure where he can sleep.
He didn't know anyone else coming to the con, but he saw someone said they had room for one more to help pay and he took it, since the cost would be much less than a hotel by himself. But the host of the room had other people over. "Absolutely not, you're staying with me"
And Anakin looks at him, shocked but grateful "Are you sure? I don't want to inconvenience you." "Do you want to sleep on the floor? Come on" So taking Anakin's car they go to Obi-Wan's house. And he's already dotting on Anakin, giving him a fresh towel and--
Offering snacks but Anakin laughs saying this was more than enough and he owes Obi-Wan a lot. Obi-Wan jokingly says to join him for dinner again tomorrow night, and Anakin replies "Thai or sushi?" 
 "Thai" 
"Its a date" and then disappears into the shower and Obi-wan is FUCKED
TBC 
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aitapokemon · 6 months
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Alex experience
AITA for (attempting) killing somebody using my Doublade?
OK this is sounds bad but hear me out, for context I am a male (13) originally from Hoenn came to Kalos to go to do my first journey with my starter a Riolu (later evolve into Lucario) given to me by my father and grandfather.
On my journey I caught a Honedge that didnt want to evolve into Aegislash as my eight capture in the region, I don't have any problem with this, mind you, as I doesn't like Aegislash too much anyways and liking Doublade more. And although I don't have problem with it apparently some people, who like to poke their nose onto someone else problem doesn't like both our decision because apparently that I have been holding back my Doublade potential. So this male Karen heard our plan to go to a jewelry shop so I can buy my Doublade something to hold his everstone so it won't slip in the battle, I dont know what triggers it but this Karen start to screamed at me about how I 'abuse' my Pokemon's so they afraid to evolve and about how I should handed over all of my Pokemon before he called on officer Jenny to report my 'abuse'.
We all probably had an experience dealing with this kind of Karen on our journey at least once right? So I already prepared to dealt with it by ignoring him. Apparently its a mistake as the Karen figured it out that if I ignoring him then he'll stalk me until I bend to his will, mind you I am camping on the wildness to avoid being interrupted when I'm training my other 'Mons. And because of that the inevitable happen, my Braixen who's been sparring with my Lucario accidentally fired a Will-O-Wisp in the direction of Karen's tent and it catches on fire, thankfully all of his stuff is still outside since he just finished setting up his tent, deliberately close to our training ground, and thats how the nuclear start, and by Arceus he's lucky that I did not immediately kill him in the forrest, he throw tantrum about how I order my Pokemon to kill him before he reported my 'abuse' to Jenny when I apologize to him about the tent and promising him that I will replace it once we got in to the near town. He won't have it though even tho its his own fault that he set his tent near my Pokemon training ground, mind you we already camped here for almost a week now.
But anyways long story short when we arrived at the closest town after the nightmarish walk accompany by the Distortion world most devilish creature that made even Darkrai jealous I immediately go to a pokecenter to book a room and for some of my Pokemon to get a health check after a week on the road, I headed to my room to stash my things before going to sightseeing with some of my teammates, now apparently some of them chose to lazing in the room rather than sightseeing so I left them with my stuff to guard while I take a walk with my starter and Doublade. I don't do much on my walk just finding a jewelry store to bought some kind of ring that the everstone can be placed on the center of it for my Doublade and a new tent to replace what I owe to Karen. I actually became a bit suspicious when I don't see a hair of him to pester me about the so-called abuse but I don't think much about it picked up my Pokemon's from nurse Joy, but I should have been wary because lo and behold the Karen leisurely sprawled on the bed with his things scattered on it and my belongings tossed on the floor carelessly with my remaining two Pokemon's growling at him, then he had the audacity to say that I should sleep on the floor while he take the bed "is the least you can do for destroying my tent" he say. I had non of it and gather his belongings and throw them to the hallway along with his new tent while he screeched at me while chasing after his things. He caused so much ruckus that made other people who stayed on the same floor poked their heads out to see what's the commotion is about, someone even called officer Jenny on him when he try to go after the Pokemon egg I hold.
And that made me snap, I am tired hungry and in need to cuddle with my Pokemons and this Karen had the balls to go after my baby, so I hand over the egg to my Braixen before grabbing one of the handle of my Doublade sword and stabbed at the direction of Karen's head, I purposely miss but making sure that he got a thin slice on the side of his head where my Doublade sword embed on the wall, he immediately goes white "you listen to me you little shit, I am in no way have a requirements to comply in your entitled ass, but I have been very patient this last few days in hopes that you will leave me and mine alone, but now you just cross the line by attacking my baby, so I will give this options for you to follow, either you get the hell out of this floor calmly, or you get out of this building with a missing organ, it is yours to pick." And I mean every words I say, after I said that he began to scrambled gathering his things (including the new tent I bought) and running like Girantina themself after him.
Officer Jenny caught him before he leave the building tho, apparently one of the other trainer starts filming after they finished the call giving the officer the evidence she need to arrest the Karen.
So AITA?
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thelittlemermage · 9 months
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I just saw a video about the Hamilton fandom HIV faker and it just reminded me of what a wild west Tumblr was during that time and how many microcosms of fake identities there were, some infamous but some almost no one will ever know about/remember. One I remember most that I know there will never be a video about is Cara Goodman, cancer faker. I have no idea how I even came across that one because I think only people in cancer support groups and her friends were involved in all that but it was crazy because she had an elaborate story about her cancer developing from HIV that she got from being raped (because I guess just faking becoming sick an average way was not dramatic enough) and her lies were so extreme she would shave her head and bought medical equipment to intubate herself for pictures/look as though she were in a hospital. There were friends she made online who would visit her irl and she would fake having seizures in front of them and all manner of things so it was very convincing because who does that. At one point after the truth all came out her best friend recounted a time she changed her diaper like...out of kindness? Because it was her friend dying of cancer?? Except no she wasn’t so wtf that’s so creepy she had her friend do this??? And there was a lot of debate about how much her mom was involved in this lie because she lived with her mom and even took a picture with her once when she was pretending to be in the hospital so wtf she had to know? She was receiving gifts and money from people at the time so who knows. As more was revealed people who knew her in high school said she would fake varying levels of being deaf. And actually, when this was found out her friend happened to know her tumblr password and booted her in order to preserve the blog and take it over to tell everyone the truth and present the evidence. It was up for a long time but this was maybe over 10 years ago so I guess they’ve since decided enough time has passed and to wipe it, tho there’s bits of it still on the wayback machine (for example, this summary (x). I have absolutely no idea what happened to Cara. She was last seen on some pregnancy forum immediately after pretending to be a pregnant British teenager I think? I remember there was debate over whether the baby part was real. She claimed to have given birth but honestly who knows. Idk, I just think the whole thing was wild, I never forgot it. It’s weird because it’s...by tumblr standards a small scale event? I think the big reveal post got 80-something notes max? The average post maybe 30-50 notes? But you know, probably catastrophic to anyone who had the misfortune to be involved so. I hope those people are actually doing ok these days.
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HEY POOKIE WOOKIE SNOOKIE BOOKIE BEAR IT'S MEEEEEEE (piercer!Ghost gal blehh 😝)
I've been determined to give you an update on the irl AU (lmao), so buckle up babygirl.
Even with the matter of me having no money and my dog dying yesterday—Rest in peace Blossom—I had already guilt-tripped convinced my bestie into taking me to the strip mall for gift shopping and didn't want to cancel on her. It was also a good distraction. I hardly bought anything bc my car broke down at the beginning of the week and ate up so much of my spending money to get it fixed, but I DID go back to that body shop and guess who was therrrreee 🙈🙈
He didn't have the gaiter mask on this time, but he also had what looked to be a new piercing in his lip??? I mean I can only assume so since this is the first time I'm seeing his face, but it was kinda red and inflamed around the bar, and the metal was a different length + color than the rest. I don't have any other piercings besides my earlobes so idk but it stood out to me. Also this guys has like. ALL of the piercings. Like I didn't count them bc that'd be creepy but it was a LOT. He had snake bites, a bunch of lip ones that I don't know the names of, a smiley piercing (thank you google 🙏), the cheek ones, brows, nose, bridge, but surprisingly no septum. Also his ears were DECKED. OUT.
So anyway I walk in, still looking like the ditzy blonde bimbo that I am, and apparently this guy has jokes bc he goes "Y'know, once is learning, but twice is a mistake". Men are so sassy now smh (I loved it tho, I was laughing.)
Also this guy KNOWS how hot he is or something (how would he not tbh) bc when I look at the lip ring display (or nose ring. I couldn't tell), which is literally on the checkout desk, barely a foot away from the register, he asks "looking to make some mistakes today?" and when I tell you I came right then and there— but then I realized he was talking about getting a piercing.
I just nervously laughed and politely declined, saying I was scared of getting pierced, and was just looking around as a distraction. He nodded, and went back to whatever he was doing on an iPad before I came in. After like five minutes of me admiring shiny stuff, he got tired of me just walking around and asked if I'd be interested in a faux piercing. Apparently my brain was also just in my ass yesterday or something bc I almost asked "why not a friend?" bc my slow ass registered "faux" as "foe". As in, like, "enemy". I am SO GLAD I didn't say that bc I never would've been able to show my face at that mall ever again. Wtf did I even mean by that. That made zero fucking sense like what?????
Anyway he waves me back over to the counter (almost moaned I swear) and pulls out a tray of fake navel piercings. The interaction went as follows 😭:
"...No clip-ons? Ear ones?"
"This isn't Claire's."
",,,,,sorry"
"You're alright."
So that was embarrassing but he said I was alright so I'm alright 😊 but then I saw one with a pink little cherry blossom flower charm and I burst into fucking tears.
So the guy is confused as shit and slightly panicked bc who tf wouldn't be. Imagine showing this random girl who you've briefly seen once before a set of jewelry and she starts CRYING. Like what do you do in that situation. So he just goes "I'm sorry, that wasn't meant to be rude, ma'am. We just don't sell faux earrings here." I think the immediate switch up from brooding punk metalhead to polite and remorseful cashier is kinda funny tho.
I, while holding back my sobs and sounding so dumb while doing so, reassured him that it's not that, briefly explained that I just found out a few hours ago that one of my dogs had died while I was in classes. I pointed at the flower piece when I told him that her name was Blossom, and let him connect the dots. He just had that "ohhhhhh" kind of expression and nodded. He actually got me a little cup of water from the staff room and that almost made me cry harder 😭
And then my nose started bleeding. Like I cannot make this shit up. I am being so fucking forreal when I tell you I got my first nosebleed in eight fucking years. Right in front of this guy. It was so fucking embarrassing I literally wanted to drop dead. I was apologizing so much and my face was BURNING with how humiliated I was. He just gave me a pitying smile and handed me the key to the staff restroom in the corner. And what's worse is that when I saw my reflection, my mascara was RUNNING 😭 my fav mascara is "illegal length" and it's so great but it is NOT waterproof and it makes a single tearstain look so much worse than it actually is.
So I fixed myself up, gave myself a pep talk to regain some confidence bc the idea of locking myself in that bathroom and never coming out sounded way too perfect atm, and went back out, The guy was like "we good??", and I just "👍"
Anyway, I ended up buying the faux navel, had a tear run down my leg when he showed me how to put it on (and showing me the start of a HAPPY TRAIL) by demonstrating with a spare plain ring, and that was that.
It will take the hand of God to get me to step foot in that store again holy shit. My dignity is fucking GONE. Literally why does the universe hate me. This is what I get for trying to make my delulus become trululu. This was a sign to stay happy with my fics. This was a fucking WARNING 😭 no more being bold for me, at least not for a while. I still can't believe that happened.
-💍
Also idk how I never mentioned this before but the body shop guy is Irish. Big beefy Irish man with an accent and the red hair/blue eyes combo. And I'm talking red. Like such a vibrant orangey type of ginger that lowkey has me wondering if it's real or not. His eyebrows and lashes are almost the same color tho so I think it's natural.
And YES I SEE EVERY ASK WITH PIERCER!GHOST. YOU'VE GOT ME COMING for TO YOU SEVERAL TIMES A DAY BC OF IT 😩 Y'ALL ARE LITERALLY FEEDING INTO MY DELUSIONS AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT - 💍 anon
OMFG WHAAAT I LITERALLY COVERED MY MOUTH WHEN HE SAID "looking to make some mistakes today?" i WOULD HAVE FOLDED ABD HAPPY TRAIL HELLO SIR I THINK HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING
oh my god i'm so sorry that rollercoaster happened to you in the shop but i'm in my delulu head like what if he thought it was cute. this is like those "and that's how we met stories" BAHAHAHAHA. i feel like dripping mascara is a look idk i love the female chaotic look 🙈 i think you handled it so nicely wtf just like he said, you are alright 😌👌
i literally saw this in the morning when checking my phone, squealed, put it away bc it was hard to answer on my phone, went back to read it again, and am answering it anyways BAHA i love this for u don't worry. just be glad i'm not physically over your shoulder like wE HAVE TO GO BACK WE NEED A NAME 😭😭😭
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heartsoftruth · 2 years
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Finally have the time to write a little something about MY experience at the Dutch GP. 
Let me start off by saying it’s already the best weekend of 2022. No doubt. Nothing will top these days I’ve had. I’ve seen everyone I’ve wanted. I’ve got an autograph of everyone I’ve wanted and it truly has been a more than amazing experience. YES EVERYONE. And NO I won’t elaborate much more on that. But it was amazing. 
Last year my tickets were cancelled because of Covid (I bought a solo one for the Friday tho), so they were valid for this year. However a bit before the race my friend found out she bought tickets for SAT/SUN and since I didn’t want to miss the Friday I bought them for my own. Then I found out there were tickets for a pit walk on Thursday so I also bought that to go alone. 
Wednesday - I found out the 2 Ferrari-boys were at a certain location so I went by. Though I didn’t get a selfie/autograph with them then, I did met people who I eventually hung out with the entire weekend. After the Ferrari-boys left we went to the circuit and met even more people who I hung out with/stayed in touch with the entire weekend. Of course it was of all ages - very young and VERY active kids in search for autographs - but also older ones. And no one gave a damn about Max vs Lewis bs. Everyone just supported and respected whoever you supported. Like it should. We end up seeing a few drivers already! 
Thursday (Pitwalk day) - In the days before the pit walk  I saw that team LH Holland would meet up and since I didn’t have anyone to go with I thought that’s a good idea for me. After Wednesday I could have gone with those new friends, but I thought it was very fun to meet all these Lewis fans. And if I didn’t enjoy I could always say bye and bounce. 
Short story - because it’s already loooong and I’m only at Thursday - it was a fun day. We met up with his photographer who took 32r78483 videos and photos of us and also asked how late we would walk by. In the end we could have seen Lewis then - because he told us a few minutes before out time slot was ‘Lewis will be there in 5/10min - but out time was delayed… We were so bumped out because we missed him by so little and the marshalls at the track were kinda… Merp to us. The owner of the fan-account got a shirt of Lewis’s new merch though with his autograph at the end of the photographer so that was SO special. And SO sweet. It truly shows how much he cared even if he couldn’t come and meet us anymore. 
At the end of it I waited for the drivers to leave and saw Daniel (coming out of his car) and Carlos/Charles leave but it was really chaotic. The organization put fences on as the drivers were leaving since everyone was pushing to the front to see them. With the fences on it was a bit saver and better organized (tho again why didn’t they do that immediately?), but that was the night Lewis chose to lay down on the back of his car. I was already confused why Angela and his bodyguard were there without him but then we all went ooo he was in the back. Looking back at how bad it was for Daniel and the Ferrari boys I don’t know if I should laugh or if it’s something he did out of fear. While I left the circuit I immediately saw a few of the friends I made the day before and chilled some with them. Carlos/Daniel leaving here. 
FRIDAY - Friday started of REALLY early since one of the friends I made wanted to see a F2 driver and they start very early. So YUP. There I was. Didn’t even see Arthuro (who I wanted to see) since my first selfie with him was ugly AF haha. I waited for a long while outside of the fence, then went inside to wait a little more by myself for Lewis (in the end someone I met the day before stood by me hahah), but he was so late. Sir came in at 11:27 and FP1 started an hour later dfgdfjgsfdhj. 
[Lewis during FP1 and me in a sea of Orange Army haha]
Walked to my seat and immediately another lady with a Mercedes hat - in my row - greeted me so nicely I almost thought she was in the Team LH group of the day before hahah. But she was just happy to see a fellow LH fan. I did have a good time between the Orange Army. No weird remarks blabla. They did went a bit quiet after Max engine problems in FP1 though…
During the break of FP1 to FP2 one of my new friends texted me and said he wanted to fulfill our plan: sneak into the paddock. He was successful last year (seen the vids) but when I saw what I had to do I said: no mannnn. I would like to not break my ankles haha. So we ate and chilled and then I went back to my own seat. As FP2 was coming to an end I checked my WhatsApp messages and saw one of my new friends texted me with a pic asking if I was ok. THATS WHEN I SAW LEWIS POSTED US ON HIS INSTAAAAA. I truly died. I was in shock. Disbelieve and in the meantime saw him leave the pit (I had seats for the main straight on FRI).  Tears were slowly falling down on my cheek and I didn’t even know why, but just the fact that he noticed me/us a little. And knows he’s supported here was amazing. Just the fact that he looked at that pic and uploaded is *tears*.After FP2 I met up again with that friend since he had a great idea to meet the drivers. 
Then the only real example of hate we/he got because of our Mercedes outfit (besides little but none were as big as this). In Holland we love to curse with cancer (I don’t. I think its as trashy as can be), but a lot of people do. My new friend was walking behind me and all of a sudden I hear a guy being not so nice to him. So he walks before me and the he tells him: “Cancer gay. With you cancer Mercedes shirt.” AND I SAW RED. No No I thought. ! So I told him to STFU idiot! And some more. He ignored, but 100% heard me I have a very loud voice. Some other guys also started talking to us (and I just hoped they didn’t went with them because it would have been too crowded, but I was too pissed too care xD). 
Then that curse guy hugged him (me going ???). Let him go and went all tough guy again: “Everyone here is supporting Max right? What kind of a Dutch person are you, huh?” *me sees red again*: STFU, STFU and continue to walk please, idiot. You’re not even wearing fucking Merch so what are you even talking about supporting Max?” Then he asked me who I was supporting then and I told him to get his eyes checked and he fucked off. 
Little sidetone because I know a lot will think this: But the guy wasn’t white at all.
We quickly forgot about this though and continued our night and it was one of the best nights of my life. 
SATURDAY - The first day I actually went with the friends who I booked the tickets with haha. I did went inside alone because I all of a sudden thought they had drivers Q&A’s in the fanzone. I end up meeting a few friends while waiting there but in the end the Q&A was only on the MainStage and not even heard on the track… So the video of Lewis speaking Dutch we had to see via Twitter WHILE STANDING INSIDE THE TRACK. Bs… 
My friends eventually arrived a bit before FP3 and that was also a fun day. Got some compliments and one im still not sure of but I’ve posted about it here. 
The night was something out of an action movie scene but yeah… That’s also not for main hahaha 
SUNDAY - Started of early. Got to meet who I still wanted to meet. Went to the track, saw lewis pass by during the parade. A lot of Super Max being played - have to say the song is a catchy jam hahah - and then the race happened. As I’ve said on here several times after Hunagry I really thought a win was possible here, but Mercedes had to FUCK IT UP. I was so pissed at the end, but clearly the Orange Army wasnt. Truly pissed off. 
Those guys of yesterday did speak to me a few times during the race saying how good lewis is doing, ‘no win please but podium!’ (All in English again). I yelled so loud when he overtook Checo and they had to laugh hahaha. The atmosphere was great. No hate.
[Lewis driving past me P1 🔥]
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Only after the race we went after the podium etc. We all left immediately and I wanted to go quickly because I knew how much alcohol was consumed. At one point in the fanzone - we had to cross it - one person said: *holds hand up* Hamilton. You have to wait.”
So I also told him to STFU and walked passed him. 
So that’s a few minor things (the first one being the biggest) happened, but that’s not even the memory I will have of this GP weekend. Truly best weekend of 2022 
Of course I heard many stories from the other people when they met drivers or just whatever happened during the weekend. But if I write that down it’s gonna be WAAAAY too long. And it already is hahah. It was just great! 
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DAY 2 in Korea
That morning I woke up early, I wanted to greet the kids, say thank you to Yui for lending me her room, and bring them to school.
It was a bright beautiful crispy cold morning, Eonnie came along with me and delivered the girls to school. Everything seems new to me, they loved holding hands and having me to their school. They showed me their bikes and where they parked, it was so nice and like a dream comes true (my daehan minguk manse world HAHAA).
We went to the apartment, Eonnie went to work, but beforehands, she prepared a padded warm coat and pretty dress for me to wear :'') We also had Yoora came that morning, we ate breakfast together (sotteok-sotteok, fruits, cheese, coffee) then we got ready to go to Eonnie's office. Oppa drove us and it was a nice journey in the car as well, he truly treated us like his own sister.
After waiting for a while, Eonnie showed us Cocoheali's office, the award, the bible verse that she kept, it was all just so impressive to me. Then we were heading to Hyundai Dept Store. It's quite trafficky, and such a hard work to get in. However, Erica Eonnie was so patient and do everything to get in in the midst of the busy-ness :''
Me and Bella walked around the Christmas decoration area, put in names in the restaurant, took pictures here and there. We ate the most delicious meal, noodle and beef, the crab banchan was INCREDIBLY nice too, and the last is the porridge. I feel like crying whenever I think about the taste. It's just so good.
Then I bought all of us coffees, then we walked around to see skin scare pop up shops that look and smell amazing. I wanted to buy that Bath Project perfume spray, but instead Eonnie bought it for me :''') plus, because she wanted to buy the sunscreen, she bought it for us all well.. huhuhu sungkan pwuol.. I just feel nobody should not treat me that well, I just don't feel I deserve it. However, Bella reminded me to accept with peace and gratitude.
Then we're heading to the aesthetic doctor when I had my nose filler done. Initially I almost bailed because I'm afraid, however Eonnie just convicted me and every situation at that time seems convincing. I wasn't afraid as well, weird.
When we arrived, they treated us well, I think Eunjung Eonnie made a special arrangement so we can get a spot. We met with the charismatic doctor, and he spoke english very well. He looked at my nose and face condition, and arranged stuffs. I was so surprised of how much he gave discount for the treatment, i think he just felt sorry for me :'''', I paid like 1/5 of the actual price.
We waited and finally it's time to get things done. I honestly didn't feel any pain at all. However the most touching moment was when the doctor said: we're praying for you and your ministry in Indonesia. I was like huhuhuuu immediately wanna cry gak sih. Thank you so much doctor, for making my nose a lot prettier and treating me very nicely, I will never forget your kindness and how heart warming you made me feel.
Afterwards, Eonnie decided not to go to work, but going home instead. So happy to finally see and meet the kids. Oppa went out to work so we all heading to have chicken for dinner. Omg love every minutes of it.
We're walking from the apartment, everything was just so impressive to me. It was so so cold, but fun because the kids didn't care, they brought along their bikes, skateboard, cute coats and just personalities as a kid. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. Seoyi-sooyi just loved to show me around and following me around.
The vibe in the chicken place tho, it's just exactly like in the drama. Even better than what I imagine. Also the taste of the chicken, duh gimana ya, ENAKKKKK BANGETTTT. And for a non foodie like me, it's just so incredible, mo nangis, yg original, yg soysauce, even kentang and everything yg anak2 pesen. At that night lucu banget Seoyi menikmati banget sambil ketawa ketawa nonton running man/Yoo Jae Sook di TV, Siwon juga, and lagu2 nya persis spt in my playlist, LOVE it, and Seo yiaaa, she's just so cute. Sooyi also so nice by keep bringing water for us. Another incredible findings is: WATER is for FREE in every korean resto, how amazing one country be everyboday. Eonnie, thank you once again for giving me the best kind of experience that is more precious than what I can think of.
It wasn't end there, afterwards we went to CU supermarket, of course everything blew my mind and made my eyes open so brightly. I picked some snacks and they all just seems incredible, the beurre beer, coffee, milk, ahh it was such a fun time. We're running back to the apartment, because its way too cold. And that's the end of the day 2.
THANK YOU GOD FOR EVERYTHING
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clenastia · 3 years
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me, in a truly desperate mood to read fanfic.
but not any of the fanfic on my to-read list.
There are so many ongoing fic I wanna read right now but I CAN’T cause no updates yet and maybe I should just give in and read one of those fics I was saving - I do that sometimes, where I find an author I really love, and when they have new fics I save them to read when I’m having a bad day but like this isn’t a bad day but NOTHING ELSE IS GOOD ENOUGH AAAAA-
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