#I actually really wanted to write a comment to it but as of the time I'm scheduling this post I still haven't been able to get around to it

[betty-fran]

SNW is probably the last thing I want to watch, and there are many reasons for that (but, yes, this is the main one).

Commenting on something you haven't watched isn't the best idea, but even from what I've seen, I have a lot of questions for the creators of the series. And probably the most important one, who are these people and how will they become the people we saw in TOS in just a few years? And why do all the actors look like they've stepped out of either a Netflix relationship show you'll never watch, or a passing cop show where everyone's hot, but you don't remember any of the characters?

Spock. Okay, why does this guy keep calling himself that? Why did he take his shirt off? Why did he kiss that blonde? Oh, he screams, and cries, and hugs. He seems more emotional and tactile than I am, and I usually scare introverts...

Chapel. She's really cute, honestly, the only thing I liked about SNW, even though she still has nothing to do with the original Star Trek. And she reminds me of Kirk, especially AOS Kirk, especially AOS Kirk from so many fanfics where he's more funny than an asshole. Honestly, guys, it's the 21st century, but for S and K, the authors are ready to write any love story, even a homosexual one, but they won't be given a chance to be together.

Jim. Oh, I've seen him somewhere before, and no, it wasn't in TOS. And why is he older than Shatner when he played Kirk, if it's a prequel? And I read that this Kirk has a better relationship with salad, is that true?

A pretty woman with a strange name, a relative of Khan, is having an affair with Kirk. Oh, this is starting to sound like The Rings of Power.

Number One. Finally has a name (and it's actually good) and looks like she just returned from a space flight with Katy Perry. I'd rather not think that she's my favorite female TOS character because it makes me sad.

Pike. Well, he's always been a difficult read - he's not talked about much in TOD, and even less so in AOS, and given his history he has this archetypal hero-from-legend vibe, which makes him a little less personal and more like a tapestry of a knight, which isn't great for a series where he's a lead protagonist. I don't know how SNW handles this story-wise, but visually, it doesn't. I'm actually really old-fashioned, but I'm really sad how the idea of ​​true beauty has changed, and how artificial it seems now.

(just bring them back! it was a real cinema!)

Through Star Trek, it's actually good to follow how the world is changing, because each of the Star Trek series actually reflects the time in which it was filmed. I've read the opinion that SNW captured the spirit of the old Star Trek quite and, well, I can only take their word for it. But watching TOS now, I can say that it's unlikely that anyone today can truly capture its spirit, and when someone can, it will be the day of a utopian future for cinema. From what I've seen, SNW really only conveys well the stagnation in which modern cinema finds itself, which has long been trying to please everyone at the same time and is therefore unable to express any specific self-sufficient thought.

star trek used to be about gays in space

now they just make Spock kiss women

[cheol-e-kat]

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝐜.𝐬𝐜

𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫

pairing: choi seungcheol x f!reader

summary: y/n’s ex has never fully left her life. but then again how could he when they’re both attorneys at top firms and constantly in opposition.

when they’re finally on the same side, can they let the past go to make a path for the future?

word count (teaser): 700

genre: exes to lovers, rivals, slice of life, attorney au, attorney!seungcheol, attorney!reader, there’s only one bed, idiots in love, *smut

warnings for teaser: none

a/n: lol if you guess my job - anywayyyy, i feel like this is more than the one shot i was imagining, so if you want to be tagged, leave a comment or use my tag list ^^ thanks to everyone for reading, kisses

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Y/n had known Seungcheol for longer than she liked to admit, and in most instances, he was simply a thorn in her side. She represented people harmed by a company, and he was across the aisle, protecting the company who was completely responsible. 

Even if she was representing a company that had been harmed, their firms were never on the same side, therefore, they were never on the same side. And it didn’t help that they were painfully competitive, even as professionals. They ran against one another for board positions. 

And then there was who could write the most articles in their “spare” time. So far y/n was winning that one with two more publications than Seungcheol. Even if it meant not sleeping - she had more publications next to her name in the alumni publication for the last year. But he was always nipping at her heels. 

But then ‘it’ had happened. 

They had had one case where their firms were on the same side, meaning they were both stuck in some shit hole jurisdiction for weeks on end, with very little to distract them. Not to mention that they were both in the same hotel, which wasn’t shocking given there were two hotels in the whole place and they were booked out with attorneys, journalists, and experts. 

The ‘it’, though, was Seungcheol somehow ending up without a hotel room. Which, if what y/n had happened to hear in the elevator was true, there was some asshole at seungcheol’s firm who was looking to make his life miserable. 

Y/n didn’t love that - ruining Seungcheol’s life was her job. 

She still had his number from when they had first met in college, when they might have been something - she texted him.

[Y/n]

Need a room?

She had waited for him to ask who was texting. She assumed he had deleted her number.

[Cheollie]

How do you know about that?

She rolled her eyes.

[Y/n]

Is that really the important thing?

[Cheollie]

You magically have a room?

[Y/n]

It’s an offer to share but I would suggest you don’t bunk with whatever his name is - the blonde with horrifying bowties - he might actually hate you

She had watched dots - and dots - and then they died away.

[Cheollie]

What room?

જ⁀➴

She had opened the door when he knocked. He looked just exhausted enough to have accepted without too much pressure, which she thought was maybe actually good for him since he, realistically, had no other choice.

She had let him in, glad that she had sprung for the largest room she could. It meant there was a bed and a small sofa, which she imagined Seungcheol could fit on, admittedly, with problems, but that wasn’t her concern.

“Bad flight?” she asked.

He flopped on the tiny sofa, “Fucking shit flight and a four hour layover with no restaurants,” he grumbled. 

“Sorry,” she patted his head as she went to get ready for bed in the bathroom. 

When she came out, she noticed that he was already asleep and looking especially too large for the sofa he had taken without even asking her.

She felt a little bad, but not enough to wake him up. His flight sounded awful - why not let him sleep, she thought to herself. 

She sat up, looking through some files, until she was having trouble keeping her eyes open. She decided it was time for bed, which was just in time for Seungcheol to roll off the tiny sofa, landing with a soft thunk. 

She couldn’t help the snort that escaped her. She watched him sit up, eyes barely open, and his rumpled hair. ‘Cute,’ that was what she immediately thought - how cute he looked. It was the one consistent thing she always felt about him - he was unquestionably cute.  

“Seungcheol,” she saw him glance at her, “just come here.” She patted the empty half of the bed next to her. 

She knew she didn’t sound the appropriate level of exasperated, but she didn’t really care. It wouldn’t be the first time they had shared a bed. 

She was glad that he didn’t argue - he just flopped in the bed the way she remembered. But when she woke up to realize their limbs were tangled and his arm was around her waist, she stared into space, trying to decide if she would elbow him or not. But her thoughts were interrupted. 

“Y/n,” his voice was so soft and close. 

She didn’t move - she wasn’t sure what would happen next. But he just moved closer, his breath warm at the nape of her neck.

“Missed you,” he mumbled.

a/n: i actually started this fic like a month ago, and idk the new hugo boss photo is way too perfect for this banner skskss he’s such a mood

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drabbles: co-worker & spanking [ s ] |୨୧| gamer boy [ s ] |୨୧| professor one [ s ] | valentine's day [ f ] #kat_drabbles

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seungcheol bingo [warning all smut]: knotting + marking | professor (prof. choi, pt. 1) | monster | spanking (neighbor seungcheol) | big dick + hate sex | forced masturbastion (prof. choi, pt ii) | voyeurism + punishment | coffee shop au + forbidden relationship (never let you go pt. 1) | bodyguard + drunk confession | anon sex + hair pulling + mask wearing | big dick!cheol + hate sex (choose your own adventure) | sexual frustration + ex sex |

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[enwoso]

blood, not bond | alessia russo x child!reader

-> based on this request

grumpy masterlist | leah is in it but she kind of pops in and out of it - more focused on: harrison, alessia and lovie.

at seventeen, you had gotten used to the strange rhythm of your relationship with, your dad, harrison.

once every four or five weeks maybe longer if life got in the way, you'd meet up with him. lunch or a quick shop around town, maybe both if you were lucky.

he'd always ask you about school, about your football commenting on the fact that he managed to watch your match on a stream like it meant something to you, or if you were still writing in that journal you'd started in year nine.

it wasn't uncomfortable, wasn't bad either. it just wasn't what people imagined when they heard the word 'dad'.

because really you didn't have a 'dad'. you had an alessia and a leah. they were your parents. your constants.

harrison well, he was.. something else? a figure which floated in and out your life with well meaning eyes and clumsy attempts to connect.

this time you were spending a rare saturday with harrison. but it wasn't in a 'cherished' kind of way, more like it was an obligation.

you didn't hate seeing your dad, sometimes on the rare occasion you'd actually enjoy yourself but most of the time were just.. odd. scheduled. like fitting a phone call in with a stranger into a diary full of people who actually knew you.

this one had started like the others: brunch at the cafe that he liked, shopping afterward if he remembered that you needed new trainers or a jacket. a few attempts at small talk — 'is school going okay?', how's football? scored any crackers yet?', 'how's your mum?'

the day had been fine, until it wasn't.

"so," harrison started, halfway through his eggs benedict. "louis and lily would love to meet you one day."

you blinked, pausing mid-forkful of your pancakes, "who?"

he just smiled like it was a name you should recognise, "your younger brother and sister. i've told them about you, there always asking when they're going to meet you."

your fork hovered still in mid-air, your mouth going dry. "you.. you have kids?"

"yeah, i do" he said as if it was nothing and that it should have been common knowledge to you. "well, you knew about zoey—"

"i knew you had a girlfriend when i was like eleven, you posted her once and then never mentioned her again."

he frowned, "louis is five and lily is three. and the only reason i didn't tell you sooner is cause i didn't want to throw too much at you all at once, but they've been asking about you for a while — especially louis, he's a big football and arsenal fan"

you didn't respond, just looked down. you now suddenly hyper-aware of the clink of cutlery around the cafe, the swirl of the cream in your coffee cup. your appetite vanished.

the rest of the day passes in awkward silences and occasional comments which you couldn't force yourself to reply too. he asked if you liked a jacket, you shrugged. asked about football, you said 'great'

finally, when he pulled up outside your house, home, he put the car in park but didn't turn off the engine.

"i'm serious, y/n" he said, hand still on the steering wheel like he might need to grip it to keep the conversation from drifting. "think about it please, they'd love to meet you."

you nodded slowly, "we'll see." it came out small, flat. a placeholder for all the thing you didn't know how to say.

you slipped out the car muttering a 'thank you' but before he could say more, you were heading up the driveway with quick steps and slipping through your front door like a ghost.

the front door creaked with the same familiar cream it always did. leah was in the kitchen, stirring something in a pan which you knew she'd of been instructed to do by your mum. music drifting through the hallway, quiet but calm.

"hey, angel. you good?" leah called out, you nodded again, tossed your shoes by the door, alessia bundling down the stairs as she ruffled your hair a warm smile on her lips.

"lovie! how was your day?" she asked as she leant against the banister, you knowing she wouldn't drop it until you said something.

"fine" you said, dropping your bag by the stairs.

"did you go for food?" alessia asked, her eyebrows raising at your short answers and the way you were behaving.

"yeah." you hummed, one foot on the bottom step waiting for your exit to go straight to your room.

"you want tea?"

"i'm good." you didn't wait for more. just walked straight up to you room and closed the door with a quiet click.

leaving your mum at the bottom of the stairs, her being slightly confused at your quiet behaviour, usually you'd come home with a story or maybe at least complaining about your dad asking you a question about something you hadn't done since you were ten.

but today, nothing. silence. but alessia knew better than to push. you'd tell her eventually.

—

alessia waited. she didn't follow after you. didn't push. she never did. she left you in your room while her and leah ate tea together. a slight look of concern on leah's face when alessia told her to leave you when she asked if she should call you down for dinner.

but a few hours later, after you had spent most of the evening buried in your duvet with your headphones on, alessia knocked softly and poked her head in.

leah had taken the dog out. the house was still, humming only with the low buzz of the boiler and the occasional car passing outside.

"can i come in?" you shrugged glancing up at your mum as she poked her head through the door.  you were sat cross-legged, staring blankly at your phone screen. alessia walked in, sat on the edge of the bed like she always had since you were small.

"so how was today? with your dad."

alessia looked at the way your face changed at then mention of it. she could tell something was off. not just because you were quiet, but the way you moved as if your skin didn't quite fit right. your shoulders were tight, tense.

"hey" alessia said gently. "you okay?"

your eyes stayed on your phone screen, you having been doom scrolling for the past few hours trying to get rid of your thoughts however it was probably making them worse.

your jaw clenched once. then again. then— "he told me he has another family."

alessia's heart thudded, a pout forming over her lips, "lovie.."

"i have siblings," you snapped, you voice sharp. "siblings, mum. five and three. and tells me like it's some lovely fun little surprise over brunch!"

alessia's face dropped, she knew about harrison moving on with zoey, in a way she was delighted it had meant he wouldn't keep sticking his nose in her relationship with leah and she knew about louis.

not because she found out from harrison himself first (no surprise there) but, from one of harrison's friends she bumped into while doing a late shop one afternoon. harrison then telling her a few days later, alessia urging him to tell you but he promised he would when the time was right.

"wow. i-i didn't know about the three-year-old. just louis but that was years ago."

"you knew!?" your voice hitched as you head snapped to look at your mum. hurt blooming behind your eyes.

"i knew about louis and yeah we both knew about zoey, but i didn't know they'd had another child." alessia explained, her voice calm, too calm for your liking. with the way your chest felt like it was about to explode.

"and what? you didn't think to tell me?" you snapped, your voice dripping with bitterness but also hurt.

alessia took a slow breath, "it wasn't my place to say anything. at the end of the day lovie, he is your dad. it should've come from him."

your eyes flashed. "oh, come on. that's such a cop-out."

"no, i didn't mean it like that."

"then how did you mean it?" your voice rose, frustration starting to build. "cause right now it sounds a lot like you just didn't want to deal with it. just like he didn't either."

alessia flinched but she didn't move her eyes hardening. "hey, no, don't put me in the same category as him, lovie. i've been here. every day. for every meltdown, for every match, for every homework crisis."

you started pacing back and forth in your room. "yeah, you have. you've been here. and he's been off playing happy families with some other kids. buying them toys, tucking them into bed, going to their school plays, their out of school clubs—"

"you don't know that."

"i don't have to!" you nearly shouted. "cause i can guess. cause i know what it looks like when someone doesn't show up, and he's had plenty of practice."

alessia took a careful step forward wanting to try and help calm you down before you did something silly. "you're allowed to be upset. you're allowed to be angry."

"well, good. because i am." you said, voice cracking with each word. "he shows up once a month, if that, buys me lunch, asks me about school like he knows me, and then drops this on me like it's something i should be excited about."

you stop pacing and turned to your mum, eyes shining with unshed tears. "he said they want to meet me. that they know all about me. like i'm just some story that their dad tells sometimes at bedtime. like i'm not even a real person."

alessia's heart broke a little more with each word. "he should've told you a long time ago. but he also should have done a lot differently then he did when you were growing up."

your voice shook as you sniffled. "i spent years thinking i did something wrong. that i wasn't enough. that i was the problem. that if i'd been better—quieter, smarter, easier—maybe he'd have stayed, maybe he'd of made more of an effort to get to know me. and now i find out he did stay. just not for me."

"oh, lovie..."

"he just replaced me, mum. he left you, and then he replaced me. like i didn't even mean anything."

and that was it—the dam broke. your legs gave way as you collapsed onto the side of your bed, and the tears came hard, your chest heaving with the weight of everything you'd been holding in for years.

alessia was beside you in an instant, pulling you close, her arms wrapping tightly around you like a shield. alessia didn't speak right away. just held you. let you sob.

"i don't want to meet them," you whispered eventually, voice hoarse as tears still streamed down your face.

"you don't have to," your mum murmured against you. "you don't owe him anything. this isn't your responsibility."

"he said they'd love to meet me," you scoffed bitterly. "but they don't know me. i'm just a name. some girl he sees sometimes. i'm not part of his family. not really."

alessia pulled back just enough to look you in the eye. "then let's make something very clear—you do have a family. me. mama. this house. your many, many aunties. your friends. the people who show up. that's your family."

you nodded, barely. your hands clutched the hem of your mum's jumper.

"do you think it makes me a bad person for not wanting to see them?" you asked softly, slight hiccup coming from your lips.

"no," alessia said without a beat of hesitation. "it makes you honest. and human. and hurting. and that's perfectly okay."

your mum stood, slow and careful, like you might shatter if she moved too fast. "your allowed to be angry."

"i don't even know what i am." your hands were trembling now. "i'm not mad he has a family. i'm mad i'm not part of it. that i never was. that he never gave me the chance. that he never loved me, not properly."

flash— age four: harrison meeting you for the first time after walking away after alessia had told him she was pregnant. bringing a little teddy bear like it could fill four years of nothing.  you didn't even remember it—but you remember your mum's face when the door had closed again.

flash— age nine: he missed your school plays. said he had work, but you saw the tagged picture later on. a dinner. smiling. a different world.

flash— age twelve: he missed your birthday. fourteen: he never messaged to say congratulations on your first start for the england youth team.

flash — age sixteen: he said he'd take you out for dinner after your exams, you sat waiting for hours - he didn't even bother to call and cancel.

instead it was just a pattern of promises that never really included you.

alessia took a slow step closer as she knelt down in front of you, you sat looking at your hands in your lap. "you don't have to figure this all out today, lovie."

"i don't want to meet them," you said, voice still hoarse but still sharp. "i don't want to play happy families with strangers. i don't want to pretend i've ever been more than a once-a-month reminder for him."

alessia arms wrapped around you like muscle memory, strong and warm and safe. "and that's okay, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. you have us. you always have and always will, that's never going to change."

you pressed your face into her mum's shoulder in front of you, letting the tears come again, now that you weren't pretending to be okay.

the front door opened. leah's voice floated in, as she called out, the sound of the dogs collar echoing as it shook itself in the hallway. "i'm backk!"

alessia looked over the top of your head, eyes soft as she whispered. "we'll get there. i've got you."

she stroked your hair gently as you curled into her side, exhausted and broken but safe. it wasn't fixed. not yet. and maybe wouldn't be for a while. but you had what mattered most. you had home.

[luffydotcom]

Ok I might die requesting this /j (it's just embarrassing.

But can you write Luffy x reader but they both like each other and they're oblivious to it. Reader also has something that's very special to her like a weapon that the crew knows to leave alone but one day Luffy asks for it and she gives it to him like she hasn't fought someone over it.

(is it weird to request something that has been rejected by somebody else?😔)

anon, you don't have to ever worry about something being embarrassing on my account!! and it's not weird at all!! i did what i could with this, i hope it's enough!! and sorry for the wait, i was on vacation and only just got back haha.. OK ENOUGH YAP FROM ME

safe in your hands (luffy x reader)

pairings: luffy x gn! reader warnings: none! word count: 656

you and luffy had been stepping around each other for what felt like months now, utterly oblivious to your feelings for each other. despite knowing each other very well, you always failed to notice the other's true feelings.

despite your love and trust for the crew, the love and trust for luffy you kept was much more. you would feel safe trusting him with your life, but also afraid to trust him with your feelings. would he be happy? upset? surprised? annoyed?

luffy is just so damn unpredictable sometimes. the fact that you can't anticipate how he would react makes you want to hide your feelings all the more.

sitting against the mast of the sunny, you turn around your dagger in your right hand, your eyes squinting as you observe the various scratches it's collected over the years. you've had it for a very long time, years before you even joined the strawhats.

once usopp found it on your bedside whilst looking for you and he was about to touch it, before you entered the room and sharply snapped at him to keep his hands away. seeing his alarmed expression, you hastily apologised and explained that you never let anyone touch it because of how precious it is to you. it's saved you hundreds of times, and you can't bear to ever lose it.

as your fingers trace over the blade gently, you feel a thump in front of you as luffy sits down to join you.

"why do you always carry that around? we're not in battle right now," he asks, leaning forward towards you.

"just because i do," you say, your eyes attempting to drift away after seeing how close he is to you.

luffy nods, not understanding why you're speaking so cryptically, but finding it strangely endearing. he can't help smiling as he looks at your features as you're concentrating on what you're holding. then he looks at the dagger itself, noticing all the different marks covering the blade.

he remembers when you first joined the crew, you would always be double and triple checking if it was on you in case it was lost. and it certainly wasn't as scarred as it is now. have you really been through that many battles together with him?

"hey, can i hold it?" luffy's eyes shine at you as he looks up from your weapon.

you blink in surprise, taken slightly off-balance by the sudden question. but then you do something you never imagined you would do - you simply hand it to him without a word.

luffy takes it in his hands as if it's glass. your mouth drops slightly - you've never seen him be this careful with anything before. as you're about to comment, you hear a nearby voice.

"LUFFY!! that's y/n's, you know you shouldn't be touching that!" nami folds her arms as she crosses over to luffy to take the dagger, until she notices you. "y/n? didn't you see that luffy has your dagger?"

"yeah i know... i actually gave it to him." you breathe out, as nami's expression turns to surprise.

"really? are you sure you trust luffy with something as important as that?" she cocks an eyebrow.

you both turn around as you hear the galley door opening. usopp enters, his eyes falling to what luffy's holding as he sits opposite you. "hey, luffy! you can't -" before he can finish his sentence, you wave your hand to let him know it's OK.

"seriously? it's so cool-looking, but not even i was allowed to touch it..." usopp sulks as he stands over luffy. "luffy, you're lucky y/n trusts you that much."

"why not? it's not like i'd ever break something that important!" luffy says as he hands your weapon back to you carefully. usopp and nami share suspicious glances.

"it's alright, i believe you," you nudge luffy playfully as you slide your dagger back into its scabbard.

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[gowerhardcastle]

I've really been enjoying those little bits of writing knowledge you've been sharing—about stats, interactive fiction, character design, all of it. It's always an interesting read. I guess that's the professor and writer in you, making even the most mundane things feel immersive.

Which brings me to my ask: What are your thoughts on the inevitable "the ending felt rushed" comment or review?

I'm in the middle of editing Lemon and tying up loose ends. I'm getting close to the finish line, and that "I just want to be done" feeling is starting to creep in. But at the same time, I know that no matter how many scenes or endings I add, something might still feel unfinished to someone. (For context, Lemon is a standalone.)

So the question is: how do you fight that feeling?

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Oh, man, do I know that feeling.  I have a really unhelpful answer, but it’s the answer that makes sense to me, which I figured out the hard way.

When I was writing Tally Ho I couldn’t wait to finish it and share it with everyone.  Nobody had seen one word of it aside from my editor, and I couldn’t wait to see what people thought--but more than that, I’d been working on it for so long, and I was bursting to have the final product in front of me, out of my head.

Finally, it happened, and it was done, and it was great to get the feedback and the reviews--but I also felt weird.  And that’s when I realized how much I liked the actual process of writing, and not having my big project was making me feel a little empty.  It wasn’t until I came up with and started my next project months and months later that I felt good again.

How do I put this?  It’s like--if I were to say, “I can’t wait until the summer because I’m so excited to go to that convention, and I wish time would speed up until then.”  Obviously time will not speed up.  But you don’t want to wish that your time--your life--would speed up.  It’ll get there.  Meanwhile, here you are in this moment.  Really I’m just talking about mindfulness, I guess.

Writing is the same way for me.  If I start thinking, “I can’t wait until this is done” that’s wishing away the thing I actually like, which is writing.

As for someone thinking your game isn’t long enough or whatever, here, let me say this to you:  “Your game was really good, but it was too short and felt  rushed at the end.”  Someone is going to say that to you, possibly multiple someones, and there, now you heard it from me, and you’ll recognize it when you hear it in reviews.  You will hear this no matter what.  I try to hear it as, “I really wish there were much more of your game.”  The comment to fear is “It was too long.”

[thatbirdguyy]

Can I just say—you’re honestly such an amazing and inspiring person? I’ve been following you for a while, and seeing you draw almost every day and talk about wanting to become a writer and an artist for the Sonic comics is just so cool. I don’t just follow you for your art, but also because watching you work toward your goals is really motivating. I’ll be cheering you on from the sidelines and wishing you the absolute best! I hope whatever hardships you face, you breeze right past them!

You don't know how much I needed that right now. Seriously, whoever you are.. THANK YOU.

Ever since I started joining 2020 the Sonic fandom, I've been introduced to the IDW and Fan comic's and that's where I started to create my own story. I always had a passion to create stories with (original) characters I cherished. Eventually I realised that I could actually make this my job. Drawing comic illustrations and writing for what I love official with the people that even created these characters and everything around it in the first place, sounds so epic. I've spent days, weeks doing research, just to be as faithful and appreciative for these characters to my own story's writing and characterisation as possible, even taking in fan criticism and opinions.

Knowing that many look up to me, just as I look up to others, fills me with so much joy and gratitude. I have a dream to make it a reality, and no matter what happens, I'll always strive for it.

I had an immense rough time lately, almost calling it quits yet again, but your comment made me realise that many are counting on me, want to see me win of what I so desperately dream about happening one day. So thank you dear friend, your words saved me. Never stop being so kind.

[lunawagner]

Phone Calls of LADS Characters

*some parts are changed, based on the real calls I or my coworkers made in the call center, I wanted to share the ones that reminded me of them *

Luke & Kieran

Operator: Hi, we're calling from Xxx.

Luke: The boss isn't here. Can't help you

Operator: Then, when will they be back? Can we call again later?

Luke: He's dead. They shot him finally. Good riddance.

Operator:...Excuse me?

Luke: Yeah. Gunned down. Six feet under. Don’t call again—he won’t be picking up. Guy was a scammer anyway. Serves right to that scum. You can remove everything related to him

Operator: I see..?

Operator note: User has a terrible sense of humor... probably

Operator: Hi, we're calling from Xxx

Kieran: The boss isn't here. I can't help you

Operator: (already got a bad feeling) Do you know when he'll be back? Should we call back later?

Kieran: He went to Bulgaria to shoot a man. Poor guy scammed the wrong person. Our boss will hunt him down.

Operator: Uh… will he be back this week?

Kieran: Nope, it might take more than a week, you know, to clean things.

Operator:...Right

Operator note: User said the manager is on a business trip.

Sylus

Operator: Hi, we're calling from Xxx

Sylus: Calling from where?

Operator: Xxx

Sylus: Say it again

Operator: ...XXX

Sylus: Miss, all I hear is meow meows, you're talking like a kitten.

Operator(offended and about to go apeshit): I'm sorry please let me repeat it, I hope you can hear this time: WE ARE CALLING FROM XXX

Sylus: Ohh, you're calling from Xxx.

Sylus: Unfortunately, I'm not interested in your services. Maybe next time.

*headache intensifies*

Xavier

Xavier(with a sleepy voice): Hello.

Operator: Hi, we're calling from Xxx

Xavier: Are you calling from *famous food chain*?

Operator: No, we're calling from Xxx.

Xavier: Oh, sorry, I'm a bit sleepy, you said *famous food chain*, right?

Operator: No, we're just calling from Xxx to verify your address info

Xavier(mutters under his breath): Didn't I already write it while placing the order?

Xavier: It is *address info*

Operator: ....(hesitates, checks notes, convinces herself she informed him as it should be)

Operator: Thank you for your time. Have a good one.

Rafayel 1

Operator: Hi, we're calling from Xxx

Rafayel: Oh my God, I was just about to call you if you didn’t call me first.

Operator: Is there a problem?

Rafayel: Yes, there’s a big problem. I’m a famous artist, if I may say so myself. I’ve been doing this for years, and everyone knows the quality of my work and the care I put into it. However, on your platform, my rating is 4.6 out of 5, and there are no comments or explanations for that. Unbelievable! I came to know about it thanks to one of my clients, and I couldn't believe my eyes when I first saw it. On other platforms, I have 5 out of 5, it has never been lower. Seeing that 4.6, I was so upset and shocked that it took me days to recover...

Operator: .... (isn't 4.6 actually pretty good?)

Operator: You're right, it must have been really shocking. I will inform the relevant teams about your request. If there is a mistake, I'm sure they will deal with it accordingly

Rafayel: Thank you, thank you, please tell them dear. My reputation is on the line here. Honestly, I’m so affected by this, I can’t even bring myself to open your page without shaking. I don’t want to see anything related to Xxx until this is fully resolved

Rafayel 2

Operator: Hi, we're calling from Xxx

Rafayel: ....

Operator: Can you hear me?

Rafayel: I beg you...

Operator: Pardon..?

Rafayel: I beg you as a fellow human being, please don't call me. Every time I hear the phone ringing, I get really excited and rush to answer it, all happy with butterflies in my stomach. But then it's always you sellers or advertisers.

Rafayel: You're making me want to cry. You're toying with my feelings and hopes, making my life miserable. I can't take it anymore. I DON'T WANT YOUR CALLS

Operator: ...I'm sorry

Caleb ft. MC

Operator: Hi, we're calling from Xxx

MC: Hi, how can I help you?

Operator: We're updating our database. Can I ask you a few questions about your business?

MC: Of course!

The woman sweetly answers the questions, then a man's voice interrupts

Caleb: Who is calling?

MC: They are calling from Xxx for update.

Caleb: Close the phone. They are scammers.

MC: But they didn't sound like one. Also, it's free.

Caleb: Okay, I'll deal with it. (takes the phone)

Caleb(scary voice): What do you want?

Operator:........((⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)give back my cute lady!!!)

Zayne

Operator: Hi, we're calling from Xxx. We realized that some of your branches lack important details. Could you help us?

Zayne: I apologize beforehand but how can I be sure that you're really calling from Xxx

Operator: We can't provide you with any concrete evidence on the phone, but we don't demand any private info that can harm you or your business. Also, you don't need to pay for anything. You can reach the customer support via the official website to verify our call later.

Zayne: Thank you for your explanation. Which of our branches do you want to learn about?

Operator: (looks at the screen to see 10 of them listed, screams internally )

-45 minutes later-

Zayne(smiles): Is it all?

Operator: Yes...(cries silently because nobody has been this patient with her through all of her life, and this operations manager continued to help her kindly even though it passed their lunch break)

[copperbadge]

Yeah, there's a reason I have "drabble" blacklisted on Tumblr.

2004 sounds about right. I believe a reader actually suggested 'flopsy' but it was created on my Livejournal and it was definitely in response to this debate.

The originating event was that I had promised to write a drabble, which by some common definitions at the time was simply a short fanfic, in exchange for each donation to a charity my readers documented. Someone got aggressive about a drabble being 100 words exactly and went through all the comments, word counted every drabble in order to post the Not Exactly 100 Words count of them, and berated me about writing 20+ fanfics for charity. So that was cool.

If you want the exact date of that, it did make fandom_wank on the original LJ community, which you may be able to search, idk if it's still around. The other person got most of the ridicule but not all of it, and being held up for public commentary over it was even more awesome than getting yelled at on my own journal for it, let me tell you. Great week to be me.

In any case, I've given up fighting about both the current and historical use of it -- life's too short, and the people who vocally insist "is and always was universally 100 words" tend to be unpleasant about it on multiple axes. There's not even really a live-and-let-live situation because people assert that the looser definition devalues the more rigid one, since in their view writing 100 words exactly is a unique and difficult thing to achieve. The less said by me about that the better, perhaps, but quod erat demonstratum the debate goes on with or without me, and has for many years.

Non-writers also free to weigh in.

There is a correct answer here by the way. I am a drabble purist but I want to know what other people think about this beloved format.

[carpediemma]

DBDA Anniversary

Ahh! I've been on a plane for 6 hours and generally busy all day, but it's still anniversary day here so I still have time to write a little tribute post 💜

Dead Boy Detectives came at a really opportune time of my life last year. I was--and am quite frankly--recovering from wounds and generally trying to keep my head above water like everyone else. Now, I've been obsessed with media before, but something about this show and story really resonated with me in a different way than shows before it.

I've always been more of a lurker online. In a way antithetical to how most people behave on the internet, I am significantly more reserved and shy on social media platforms. But DBDA made me want to talk and interact more online...

I joined (and talked?!) in fandom discords and have made some quite lovely friends (shout out to the DBDA Haunt discord ;) ). I was giggling to myself the other week that I actually had online friends for the first time in my life (and I have been on the internet for.... a while).

The show also inspired me to write and post it online again. I had written fanfiction in my preteen years, but after posting some Supernatural Destiel thing in my youth and getting utterly ripped apart in the comments of it, I never really wanted to try again. Never was inspired to attempt it on any show or fandom I was in. I never really could see myself being able to write as other characters.

But once again... DBDA changed that. About a year ago I posted on here about ideas of stories I wanted to read in the fandom; content for the most part to just throw my plot bunnies into the ether to get them out of my brain. But then I started to write dialogue in my head and it felt... authentic. It felt fun :) And I wrote.... and wrote... and wrote... and, hell, I'm still writing! And it's really been a joy to rediscover some of that love.

So thank you Dead Boy Detectives and the community it inspired. While I still want to hold some sort of hope in my heart for a revival, it has made a great impact regardless.

I also want to thank anyone who has read, commented, kudos, or otherwise interacted in any way with my posts or stories.

Above all, I want to thank everyone who has opened me into their hearts and hopefully can call me a friend as I do you (and hopefully can for years to come!).

<3 Emma

[swissikssswissiks]

We have to talk about Jutty Taylor!

We all know what's going on on the internet right now. i'm talking about the unpleasant incident with Jutty and i want to speak out about it. I have spent a lot of time trying to understand the situation and form a certain point of view based on the information I already have. and I have read a lot of posts by inadequate people in which they try to cancel JT with bullying, sarcasm, insults and even death wishes.What is wrong with you guys? Instead of looking up a little more information and thinking, you say Taylor is a pedophile, use aggression, and spread misinformation. Many people in general stupidly follow the crowd without hearing any facts or evidence. You are so easily fooled, you believe anything and don't even bother to check it out. Have you ever thought that he may not be guilty and you are now literally ruining his life with your despicable behavior? It's easier for you to write a few insults and cancel the person than to start thinking straight. There have been revelations on Grace but you ignored that. Jutty apologized, but you ignored that too. This young lady provided no hard evidence, moreover, she was even turned down by the police, but you still don't care.

Anticipating your negative comments, I'll tell you that I am not saying he is innocent. I simply don't have the right to say so, but neither do you have the right to say that he is guilty, to call him a pedophile, much less insult him?I urge you to stop this madness as soon as possible and come to a neutral side at the very least. You can't imagine the pain your sarcastic and angry remarks are causing. And if one day it turns out that JT is really not at fault, all the responsibility will be on you. Let me say a little about the victim. I would feel sorry for the girl if the incident actually happened, but I am not sure if her words are true. Again, she hasn't provided any evidence. Some people have even found out that the picture she posted doesn't belong to her at all, and her friend who was supposedly with her on the day of the incident and witnessed it is silent. It's a strange situation, but what's most strange is that the fandom believes her without reason. How do you know her account isn't actually a fake? I also want to say that I think the "always believe the victim" rule is flawed, and in some cases, completely wrong. What makes you think a victim can't be prone to lying? Anyone can lie for certain purposes.

I have to mention the other band members who have been hurt by "fans". Who doesn't know, Liv and Per(and Hayden, as I remember) also received condemnation in their direction because they are friends with JT and support him. What is wrong with you guys? Why does the aggression go beyond one conflict and affect innocent people???? This is outrageous. They are friends with him, which means they know a lot more about JT than the rest of us, they know the truth, that's why they support him. And personal lives of band's members are none of your business. Stop being disgusting and don't insult innocent people.

I urge you to refrain from aggression and hatred, which is already too much in the world. Adhere to neutrality in this situation and stop acting like creatures. Be reasonable and kind people, not tactless, stupid, fierce and disgusting freaks.

Peace and love to all!

[blackknight-kai]

Hiii hellow I loved your drabble about the sun wukong bust and I would love to have more drabbles about it when you have pets and like having a party...what would people think about it being on your living room etc etc

I always Loved your fics...and my first time asking hehe

Hi friend! Sorry for the very delayed response 🥺🫂

I actually have a whole au thingie for all of this and once I finish writing it I’ll do replies about it for questions unanswered. Maine because I’m a hoarder and I’m not ready to share the ideas for this just yet 🤣 (the bust au has now turned into a full statue au from the recent full body made for Game Science) *As a small reminder this Wukong is a bit yandere*

Buuuuut for these two particular things, I would say for pets it really depends on what kind of pets you have. Because pets can be destructive for one thing….but also the bust/statue may trip the animal out with how “human” he is. I think Wukong himself would be annoyed by a pet, especially since animals are more aware than humans and who knows if the animal is sensing him and his spirit and acting out about it at any given time. Also if a cat say, loved him for the hair he has he’d be SUPER annoyed that the damn thing has free real estate to rub against him anytime and he can’t stop it. Or a dog barking at him all the time 🤣 he might end up spooking the poor pet you have the first time he moves.

Being in readers living room? Well that’s definitely something interesting. I kind of talk a little bit about this in my fic but left it out so that it’s a little up to interpretation. Because some people would be shy about having it while others would be like “COME LOOK AT THIS COOL THING!!”. Imagining a party is hilarious, Wukong being both super curious about everything going on, his glass eyes & silicon ears taking everything in. But on the flip side, it may annoy him that he A. Can’t join in and enjoy the party or B. He doesn’t like intruders into ‘his’ territory without his control over it. And especially if he’s seeing reader maybe being hit on etc. he would enjoy the peek into your life he gets from it though. And the people of the party itself? If they were super interested in him I could see him being annoyed if they try to touch him or make comments - especially those that are a bit….rude. I could see him raging in the “spirit world” throwing fits and being pissy about things happening or said about him. And depending on what stage into his “return” he is in, it could lead to consequences for reader. Like he may just move all the shit in her kitchen while she’s asleep that night or sneak into her room and well….take a reward for not popping out and scaring everyone, since hes still playing the observation game and reader doesn’t know he is there yet.

Depending on if the attention he was getting he’d probably preen too. Especially for compliments.

In my fic, reader is someone who doesn’t necessarily have parties & only close friends are allowed over. Again I keep it slightly mentioned like only once so anyone can put themselves in readers shoes. But I did this A. I’m lazy, and B because I feel like it would be kinda funny for friends who know about the bust to feel creeped out by it but not sure why they do but they are supportive of their friend and her weird trophy so they don’t make too much of a fuss besides ‘it’s kinda uncanny & I feel like it’s watching’.

Sorry I’d im a little vague on this one 🥺 like I said I’m hoarding my thoughts on this AU even just basic headcanons for random stuff until I get it out in the world - since it’s my special AU I didn’t want anyone taking it and running with it 🫠

[wonwoosthetic]

I was lost. I looked for the light.

I lost myself.

That’s the best way to describe the reason for absence.

At first, my job got too much. It took away wayyy too much of my free time. Then uni got too much. Once I managed to deal with both of those things, I started dating. Twice. I was fucked over by two men. I got my heart broken once. Badly. That was about three weeks ago. Am I over it? No. Not really at least, I think. It’ll take time, I know that. I just hate that it happened to me twice. And the second time it was just so much worse. Because I truly believed it would be different. And he was oh so much more mature. I don’t know if I fell in love. I definitely fell in love with the moment and the idea that somebody could actually want be and want to be with me. But I fell into a trap. A five month trap. All that was missing was the title, but somebody wasn’t ready for that and oh well, here I am heartbroken over a emotionally immature man that used to say that about younger guys that used lame excuses to not be in a relationship with me.

Anyways. I don’t want to talk about stupid ass boys on here. That’s not what this blog is about.

What I do want to say is, I’m sorry. That in the process of losing myself, I lost what I enjoyed most. First because of time management and then because of… them. I absolutely hate the reasoning, but I wanted to be honest with you because I was happy during the time where I felt loved. But you guys on here gave me more honest love than I was given in real life by people I let into my life.

Updates are coming this week, and yes, finally a new Amour-Haine & Co. chapter as well.

I’m slowly finding myself again. I’m going to the gym. I’m writing again.

I will get to the DMs and inbox messages soon too.

Thank you to everyone who kept on reading and enjoying my work. I saw each and every like, comment and repost.🩷

I am truly sorry. No friend deserves to be treated with such absence and ignorance.

[holdinggrudges]

hi grudges!! how have u been <3 hope you're doing well. i have a scenario/question! how do you think sam being late bloomer reader's first kiss would play out? sending you love!

hii anon :D i am doing well, trying to drag myself kicking and screaming back into writing consistently (it's...slow going) bc i'm hoping to have something to put out for sam's birthday next week. anywayyss sorry it took me so long to get to this ask, but i actually really enjoyed it and wanted to do it justice bc i can absolutely 100% relate. late bloomers unite guys!! and i sort of never learned how to shut up (943 words under the cut by the way) so i'm gonna put a little keep reading cut here lol and this is also not proofread very well. so pls excuse any spelling mistakes thx :)

so first of all, the thing that i think is extremely important to understand about sam when it comes to this sort of thing: he's a romantic. maybe you're a hunter, too, maybe the two of you met in the middle of a case and decided to team up. or maybe, he met you on a hunt, the victim of whatever creepy crawly the brothers were taking care of this time. either way, the two of you have been flirting since the moment you met, just little hints and subtle comments, but obvious all the same. but you—you're just a little hesitant. nervous, like you're not quite sure how to go about it, like it's something you've only ever seen, never actually done. sam can tell; it's obvious in the sweetest way, and he's never been more endeared in such a short amount of time. it's almost exciting, reminds him of the grand, swooping romances he used to read, hidden so dean couldn't make fun of him for it. but it also means he really, really wants to do this right, to make it special for you.

he asks you out on a date. a real date, fancy dinner, fancy clothes (think provenance, the date with one sarah blake? yeah, he's going all out). he pulls out all the stops, gathers up all his spare cash, bullies dean into handing over the keys to the impala for the night. he shows up at your door—early, because on time is late—his arms laden with the prettiest bouquet of flowers you've ever seen. he carefully transfers them to your arms, smiling all the while until he finally says, "you look really beautiful."

you can feel your cheeks begin to heat, ducking your head on a soft, flustered little laugh. "these are really beautiful," you tell him, in maybe the most unsubtle deflection ever. and then you invite him inside, just for a second. just until you can find a vase to keep them in, because even if you'd said it just because you were flustered, the flowers really are gorgeous (although, you think you'd probably want to keep them even if they were the ugliest things you'd ever seen. sam had given them to you, after all). when you get to the car, sam opens your door for you.

the date goes very well, though you didn't expect any less. sam is, of course, overwhelmingly sweet and charming, but you already knew that. you know what he does, whether you're a hunter as well or not, so he tells a few stories (nothing heavy. just...the funny stuff. the mostly not scary, makes him seem really brave stuff. he really, really doesn't want to scare you off), and you tell a few of your own. he asks a lot of questions, and it's clear that he's really listening, obvious that he genuinely wants to get to know you. and he answers the questions you ask him, though he's maybe not quite as good at the answering as the asking. but he's trying. and when the two of you walk out of the restaurant together, you feel really good. more than good, you feel hopeful. you like him, a lot. and it seems to you, at least, that he really likes you too.

he walks you to your door, and it's so, so cheesy, but you hesitate at the top of the steps. it's just that you don't really want to say goodbye. maybe you've been on dates before, but certainly none as good as this one. none that made butterflies swarm your stomach, none that made your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. but when you open that door, the night's over. and you're not sure you're ready for that, not yet.

sam notices. of course he does; he's scarily perceptive. and he's not really ready for the night to be over either. so he takes a step forward, just barely crowding into your space, and he tucks a finger under your chin, tilts your face up just a touch. and then he leans down until his face is millimeters away from yours, until you can feel his breath on your lips when he mutters, "is this okay?"

you don't really trust your voice right now, sure that it will give away your nerves and your excitement and your longing. even the hummed little, "mmhmm," that you let out instead is high pitched and nervous. sam's hand is cool against your heated cheek when he cups your face in his hand.

"good," he breathes, before finally pressing his lips to yours. the kiss echoes through you in a cascade of sparks and fluttering butterflies, and your eyes shut almost instinctually, before you can even remember that's what you're supposed to do. his lips are soft against yours, his hand solid and grounding against your cheek, and it's perfect. it's everything you ever dreamed it would be.

the kiss isn't chaste, not really, but it's something close to it. like sam wants to take this slow, even as you lean forward to chase his touch as he pulls away. when you flutter your eyes open, you see him smiling at you. his thumb brushes your cheekbone. "i'll see you later?"

almost dazed, you nod, staring after him as he waves and makes his way back down the steps, towards the car. "yeah. see you...later."

your lips buzz with the memory all night, until you wake up to a message from sam the next morning. 'so how soon can i see you again?'

as your stomach flips and flutters, you get the feeling you're going to become well acquainted with those butterflies pretty soon.

[cressidagrey]

Hi! I’ve never sent any ask or commented or posted anything before—I’m usually just a silent reader who likes and supports other users from afar—but I had to message after that last chapter. I literally screamed at the ending! I can’t believe Charles has finally clocked, (to Karun of all people!!!) and I’m so excited to see where you take the story next. Part of me is really hoping for a redemption arc, but also?? Not sure if he or the others deserve it?? I’m emotionally torn and obsessed. Your writing is amazing, and your fic has actually given me the confidence to send a message for the first time. Just wanted to say I absolutely love your work—thank you for sharing it with us ❤️

This is so incredibly kind — thank you so much for sending a message 🥹❤️ It truly means the world to know White Horse made you feel comfortable enough to reach out. I’m so excited (and a little evil, haha) about where things are heading next! Whether or not Charles and the others deserve redemption... well, we'll just have to see 👀 Thank you again for reading and supporting, it honestly makes all the difference! 🩷

[nebrasska-alasska]

Is chapter 17 of “we’re gay so let’s have our wrists tethered” really coming out this Sunday?🤭 Is it a juicy one?

I’m so sorry for being so bold asking that, it’s ok if you don’t want to give spoilers or anything, it’s just that I really really love your fics and you got me horribly obssesed,😀 I’m literally in med school rn and can’t stop thinking about those gay hedgehogs😔, I remember refreshing my page in an unhealthy way when you were releasing chapters from The Secrets In Our Quills.

Also I take this opportunity to tell you that I remember you answering an ask and saying that you think your writing is not feeling the same to you anymore or something similar to that, I just want you to know there are thousands of us out here who really value it, cherish it and love it very much and can’t wait for more of your work to be released so pleaseee don’t doubt yourself in that aspect🙏🏻🙏🏻 .I hope you’re doing good yourself and with your school, I have friends and my sister also in dental school and know how hard clinics can be and I as a medical student can understand high pressure😣 so I really hope you’re also saving some time for yourself and your peace of mind.

I’m so sorry this came out so long lmao. Greetings and love from México!!🫶

Yes currently the plan is to publish the next chapter of 'Tethered at the Wrist' (we’re gay so let’s have our wrists tethered trololol) tomorrow! As of right now. Might change. I guess we'll all find out tomorrow evening ;)))

And omg yes it is a juicy one! THE juicy one of the fic, at least, in my opinion. Like obviously fun stuff will still happen after this chapter, but this is kind of what a lot of the story has been building up to. So I've been having a blast finally writing it!!! :D

And thank you so much for your kind words about my writing!!! Truly, brought a tear to my eye, that means so much to me! I actually decided to take a short break this part week from writing and dedicated myself to spending time with my family and focusing on making the hard decision of where I want to go and practice for the next chapter of my life (and truthfully, the weight of it has left me feeling a bit depressed and fatigued). But now that I've sat down to work on the next chapter of 'Tethered at the Wrist,' I can say that the break was very much needed. I'm really pleased with how it's been turning out so far, and I hope it lives up to the juicy hype ;))) But yes, thank you again for your lovely comments!!! <3

[vicolette]

Last Message ! (Part two of 'Cold Bed !')

– A/N : idk what will happen with the last fic but let's js ignore it for now...

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, mentions of y/n & pet names, angst with happy ending, reader wears makeup, curse words, mentions of insecurities, mentions of god(?), not proofread

'Y/n, please.'

The message got you staring at it for longer than you ever would want to admit, seeing how he was still online all this time. You wondered when his battery would run out, or if he was charging it during all this time.

Truth be told, you had wanted him to call you all week long already, knowing that you looked like an absolute mess under all the makeup that you wore in order to hide your imperfections – which fans have pointed out.

Of course. Of course, it were fans (or rather haters) that zoomed in into your face and commented about the most random things, whether it was about your appearance or the stuff that you liked or your posts or-

Your fingers hovered over your keyboard as you tried to calm down, leaning against the counter as you wanted just a simple glass of water to relax, but even after hours of the call, you still couldn’t get over it, over the way he so clearly sounded desperate for your love.

Just then, while he typed in another message, you accidentally pressed a random letter, which gave him the signal that you were also typing and abruptly stopped, waiting for your answer. You would have laughed at how he was acting, if it wasn’t for the fact that you would have done the same.

Would it be a smart decision to write an actual response to his questions, to his sorrow, or should you just let him go? Would the hurt and misery that you have felt all the time be worth it, be worth the little and big moments that you have been able to share with Hector?

The answer, you didn’t know. But you knew one thing – you wanted him back.

It didn’t even ring once when you 'by accident' placed your thumb on the call button, hearing his breathing which was still quieter than the faint hum of your fridge. Neither of you spoke for a second, yet Hector could hear how you wrapped an arm around your waist to secure yourself somehow.

"My love." His voice had despair within it and, if you listened a bit more carefully, you could hear how sounded like he had cried. However, he gave you no time to think and was fast to continue. "I know how it is for you."

As you parted your lips to say something, you threw your head back and looked up at the ceiling, narrowing your eyes as you thought of the things to say. Hector was a honest guy – even if he was sarcastic at times, he expressed his concerns with you within the relationship.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t, just because the insecurities were eating you alive and you didn’t want to burden him, instead opting to suffer in silence.

"I-I never experienced it, I have to admit, but…" Hesitation lingered in the air, yet his voice brought you a feeling of peace. The irony in your feelings was absurd, yet you took a deep breath and listened.

"For you, Y/n, I would do anything."

"Hector, can you-" You could feel new tears arriving, as if it was a natural thing for you to cry once you were the slightest bit overwhelmed, which you somewhat managed to suppress when you were together with him. "Can you give me a minute to think?"

"Of course. As long as you want to."

Afterwards, you let out a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding, feeling how shaky your hand was, yet you shook your head and swallowed your pride, biting the inside of your cheek as you thought. Every hate comments, every thought, every emotion that you felt – they all came back.

"I was stupid." You admitted. "I should've just told you, but instead, I was being a coward and it’s… it’s my fault."

Hector wanted to disagree, to say that it was his mistake for not noticing how distant you have become until it was too late, but you beat him to it and continued. "Even so, I love you. Like, really, really love you and I wanna spend my life with you."

And you truly did. You wanted to be at every single match of his, wanted to spend late nights with him, wanted to kiss him relentlessly until you both were out of breath.

"I wanna communicate with you properly this time, not hide around anymore." You were quite surprised by how mature you sounded, when just two weeks ago, you were breaking up for not feeling mature enough to give him the perfect girlfriend.

However, you knew that nobody was perfect, you knew that everyone does mistakes, so you were willing to try again. Hector was thinking, waiting for an answer to appear in his mind, yet he merely smiled.

"Thank god." He was out of breath, chuckling for the first time in a long while as it sounded like he stood up and rushed to get something.

And then, before you knew it, you could hear the noise of him muttering words under his breath, taking something before you heard keys rattle.

"Can we talk face to face? Please?" You huffed a laugh at his question, feeling touched by how genuine he was being, yet you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at how he had returned to asking dumb questions.

"Alright, the door will be open." A low 'yes!' was audible from the other side of the phone, before you heard him stop moving. He seemed to be realizing something, which made you raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"Don’t you need your beauty sleep?"

"Oh my god, just come here already!"

– A/N : I listened to 'House of Cards' on repeat while writing