#and without her i dont think i would have had such an amazing first experience

[achillean-knight]

Oh yeah

I played Undertale for the first time

And I've known if it literally since it's first release (thanks to my brother), but never watched anything about it BC there was sorta a bad stigma around the time with the fandom that made me literally run in the other direction

BUT HOLY SHIT? Y'all I SLEPT on this game for 8 whole ass years wtf

[dinas-a-bird]

Heyyyy could you write Ellie x fem reader. Reader has an alcohol addiction and Ellie takes her to her first AA meeting? Ive been sober for a year today and its been rough and Ellie being a supportive gf is all anyone really wants :) if you dont feel comfortable writing it I fully understand

thank youuu :)

I'm really proud of you for being sober for one year thats amazing!!! I've struggled with addiction myself so I get how hard even getting to one year is. This ones for you my lovely anon 🥰

Breaking the Chain

Pairing: Ellie Williams x fem!reader

Warnings: alcoholism, addiction, fluff, Ellie being a good gf, modern AU

Summary: Ellie takes you to AA

Word Count: 784

A/N: Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes, thank you anon for the request!

Ellie and you had been dating for roughly three years, and you had just moved in together last week. Ellie knew that you enjoyed a drink or two, during dinner, parties, or just when relaxing, but it wasn't until you started living together that she realized how much you relied on alcohol to cope with stress and anxiety.

Ellie started to worry about your drinking quickly, so she brought it up with you. At first, you were defensive and dismissive, saying that you had everything under control. But it soon became clear that you didn't.

One night, you came home late from work, clearly drunk. Stumbling through the kitchen, knocking over a chair, you went to hug your girlfriend, Ellie could smell the alcohol on your breath.

She’s had enough.

"We need to talk," she says, pushing you off of her.

You sigh, clumsily picking up the collapsed chair and sitting down. "I know," you said. "I've been trying to quit, but it's harder than I imagined."

Ellie kneels down in front of you. "I'm here for you," she softly rests her hand on your knee. "We can do this together."

You hang your head. "I want to quit," you whisper. "I really do. But every time I try, I end up drinking again."

Ellie sees a tear fall from your eye. She knows that you're struggling, and she wants to help.

"Have you ever thought about going to Alcoholics Anonymous?" she asks.

You look up at her skeptically. "I don't know about that," you say. "I don't want to be one of those people who go to meetings all the time."

She lightly rubs your knee, "It's worth a try," she says. "It's a safe space where you can talk about your struggles and get support from people who understand what you're going through."

You think about it for a moment. "Okay," you finally say. "I'll go to one meeting with you, but that's it."

Ellie smiles. "That's all I'm asking for.”

The next week, you and Ellie head off to your first Alcoholics Anonymous meeting together. As you walk into the small, dimly lit room, you feel your nerves building. You don’t know what to expect, and you weren't sure if you were ready to open up about your struggles with addiction.

The group leader welcomes everyone and explains how the meeting is going to work. Then, she invites the attendees to introduce themselves and share their stories.

One by one, people stand up and talk about their experiences. Some had been sober for years, while others were new to the program. You listened carefully, feeling a sense of belonging with the other attendees.

When it is your turn to speak, you stand up slowly, taking a deep breath and looking around the room. "Hi, my name is y/n, and I'm an alcoholic.”

The words feel heavy in your mouth, but you managed to push through. “I have been drinking for as long as I can remember.” you take a deep breath before continuing. “It started with a few drinks after work, just to take the edge off. But before I knew it the few drinks after work turned into a few drinks too many, and then I couldn’t get through the day without the alcohol.”

Looking to your left you see Ellie with a sad smile on her face, she reaches up and takes your hand. You smile down at her before continuing. “I have tried to quit on my own… although it never lasted long… The cravings would come back, stronger and I would give in, telling myself that just… one more drink wouldn’t hurt.” Ellie softly squeezes your hand. “But it did hurt, not only me but my girlfriend. She would come home to me drunk on the couch and I could see the pain she held as she watched me slowly disappear due to my addiction.” Swallowing the lump in your throat you look down at your feet, “They say the first step is realizing you have a problem… I have a problem… and I want to try to get sober”

When the meeting was over, Ellie and you stayed behind to chat with some of the other attendees. You exchanged phone numbers and email addresses, you even found a sponsor, a guy named Jesse.

As you walk out of the meeting with Ellie, you feel a weight lifting off your shoulders. You turn to Ellie, "I never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad we went to that meeting together.”

Ellie smiles softly, giving you a kiss. "I'm proud of you," she leans into your side. "And I'm here for you every step of the way."

[darklordofthesimp]

what if birdy had a near death experience again, leading them to get kicked from 141, price says it’s for them to focus on their health, to their psych. but they know the underlying disappointment with their lack of improving. they thought that same thing price did; “i’m a liability.”

they feel they lost their spark. what made them special was they were the best sniper the 141 could get, now there’s two more. they are no longer important, they’re expendable. they dont blame themself for the incident, they blame themself for not recovering. theyre in a constant state of kicking themself.

i think it’d be cool if they turned into a merc eventually

there’s only so much self hate you can sustain before you either kick the bucket or pick yourself the fuck up.

so since theyve been “kicked” from military, theyre bitter and don’t want to return. leading to mercenary work, like a whole moonknight sitch

or maybe sunny? giggle giggle

sunny almost dies, birdys already recovered so there’s no need for another member of 141. they’re sent on leave for the same reason as prior, price says it’ll be ‘good for them to take a step back.’ but never get called in again. not once.

so they do merc work 🤭

affiliates with anyone but the US military, skips from good to bad.

i think birdy would stay in line with their morals, but sunny would drift, would work with higher ups in filthy organisations to get where they wanted.

to who they wanted.

their might be a lingering romance w Ghost/König, but i feel the independence and rejection would give them both troubles

anywho i’m just ranting

i’ve been thinking abt a fic like this for ages

but like, your mcs are just so

Komo.

Everytime you're in here you drop the most fucking amazing shit and then dip. I swear. Every time without fail.

I wish I had the time to write some of your ideas, I'd fucking kill to see Sunny and Birdy do some merc work. I think Birdy would be the first to snap to be honest with you, but it'd be because of her moral code. It'll be the first time they realize that they can finally put down some of the real evil motherfuckers in the world and not have to worry about the rules of engagement AND they get paid for it.

It's just like a whole new world.

[sunflowersteves]

I did a lot of reflecting with myself and my very wonderful and lovely mutuals on an anon I received about confusion on my fic.

And I just wanna say, first, that my response was a very nice one, and also me defending some of the choices that I made (again, v nicely). But I realized after thinking about it that the reason I responded in the first place was that I felt as though it was my fault. The entire tone of the ask felt extremely accusatory, and not once asked kindly for any help.

No author should be torn down and ridiculed from your own confusion. Even if we look past the blatantly rude and entitled tone, the anon didn’t say hi, didn’t ask for any clarification, didn’t point to any specific passages or quotes, and didn’t ask if they could send me a dm. They didn’t give me anything to work with.

They just ridiculed me. They asked if I was serious—if I could “get things straight.” They told me every single issue they had rather than actually engaging with me on any confusion.

I have no problems if someone is confused about dialogue or plot or character decisions and asks, kindly, for clarification. Please, understand that. I encourage you, very much so, that if you are confused, please let me know. I will gladly help, and I have in the past.

And! I have no problems if you don’t like the choices I make regarding the plot points of my fic. that’s okay! You don’t have to. You’re not obligated to enjoy every single fic you read.

But when you tear my fic, limb from limb, and make me feel extremely discouraged, to the point where I thought any and all problems were my fault when it was yours? Especially as the pieces they complained about are in the warnings. All of them. Yeah, that’s not okay.

Here’s a bullet point list of some of the “confusion” they had and how I know their ask in my ask box was bullshit:

Joel was mean (in the warnings)

Joel is jealous (in the warnings and the literal plot of the series)

reader gets mad at Joel, Joel gets mad at reader (in the warnings)

smut after a six-week coma/hygiene (we’re literally talking about a post-apocalyptic reality, and others have confirmed with me that the reader is heavily implied to be bathed)

Joel is jealous (referenced again; THE PLOT & IN WARNINGS)

Ellie is two doors down from the smut happening (she is not, use context clues)

My point in responding and breaking down their “confusion” is to point out two things.

One? Read the warning tags. For the love of god, read the warnings all the way through. I promise you, you will not only understand more about the fic but you also won’t be surprised by anything.

Two? Please don’t do this to writers on this app OR anywhere at all. This is not how you ask for help when you need it. This is an extremely rude, arrogant, and entitled way of telling a writer you’re “confused.” I seriously doubt you would tell a writer this irl, in my opinion.

If you actually want authors, especially on this app, to engage with you, write the fics you want them to write, etc., DONT ACT LIKE THIS.

But also, it’s my fanfiction. It’s my writing. Every ridicule they placed on my fic was given to me as if my particular plot points were awful, and it felt as though they were insinuating that I should change them.

And you know what? I’m 21. I’m a college student. I’m still learning to write because it’s a skill. And that’s okay! It’s okay when fanfics lack clarity or have rough grammar. It’s okay if the plot doesn’t make entirely a lot of sense. It’s okay!

Now, I’m so happy to have grown from that experience, as well as have an amazing support group of people on this app. So, I will continue to be writing the series. I will continue to be writing for that character. I’m not changing a damn thing in my fic for clarification.

Again, I want to thank my mutuals for yanking me back up and helping me understand the depths of the ask they sent me. And big, big thanks to @honeystevie for helping me see that because without her initial reply, I’m sure I would’ve been in a very large discouraged writing hole. love you, rika <3

tagging some wonderful mutuals as a thanks and I’m giving a big hug: @moonlight-prose @cocoamoonmalfoy @tarrenterror25 @themarcusmoreno @fleurfairie @indouloureux @ghostofskywalker @iraot @dearest-readers @fxllfaiiry @fluffyprettykitty @targaryenvampireslayer @galatially @navybrat817 @rae-gar-targaryen @saradika

[aranarumei]

your fairy tail posts got me into it, so I gotta ask: favorite ships?

um. my condolences? well i'm joking—despite my critiques of it i still love the thing dearly and am extremely fond of a lot of the characters. I hope you’ve had fun with it too! as for ships... my tastes have changed over the years while also not? i've become really into like. friendships lately, yknow, or things where the dynamic between the two is more important than it being strictly platonic of romantic. so I would say i'm open to a lot of them. as for the ones i tend to go for, they tend to be like. super conventional. whatever i was into years ago, but now i just have a lot of extra headcanons about it. the thing for me is that a lot of the "big" fairy tail ships have like. really good setup, and shoddy execution. also this got long bc I rambled. sorry

i like natsu & lucy because i want them to be best friends and sometimes being best friends is a romance as well... and that starts out really strong in canon until it gets dragged on into just. bad fanservice. like i dont need natsu to see lucy when she's naked. i want them to have an emotional conversation or just work together as a team.

i like gray & juvia a lot, which i know is contentious, but i think they have a genuinely great setup (juvia's someone who's got wild ideas about love, and immediately falls for this guy, who's not into her at all but is also just a better person than any romantic attachments she's had before, and then she's figuring out herself and her place in fairy tail over time. the first two big juvia moments the show has after her fight is when she does a unison raid with lucy and when she refuses to fight cana. her initial feelings towards gray are also... quite shy? like she definitely does follow him around a bit but i think half of that is bc she wants to join fairy tail) and then it just doesn’t resolve well (over time she gets more pushy in a way that reads as jokey but is also uncomfortable, and her character kind of stops being about anything but gray) I’d love to see a version of gray & juvia where gray’s non-interest in her is actually beneficial for her, because she’s not rushing into something with high, perhaps fragile emotions, and she gets to grow as someone outside of gray, and juvia’s protectiveness of gray is done in a way where she’s not pushing him to like her, but rather protecting him just because that’s what someone who loves him would do. this is great for juvia, and also great for gray, who probably could use having someone to check in on him every once in a while. bring them into being seriously friends without pushing romance, and then we could maybe try a romance. it would be slow burn as hell. it would be delightful and entirely to my taste. I have so many wips abt this.

related to that, I like juvia a lot so gajeel & juvia’s relationship as well as lucy & juvia’s relationship is really fun to me. gajeel and juvia especially I would loveeee to dive into their friendship. I think they have a shared experience in phantom lord but also weren’t friends at the time and had a lot of different things going on, so it’s neat that they are still like. looking out for each other because of that past.

jellal & erza have great setup, it’s amazing drama and I think it just. works. completely. after the 7-year timeskip I think it loses some steam, and then it never really recovers in terms of having a sense of weight and depth. I am nonetheless fond of it.

what else… I am really into sting/rogue, I’ve got a fic for that one, and I like freed/laxus a lot, too. I’ll be the first to admit that in canon, freed & laxus don’t have that many meaningful interactions (freed is obsessed with him in a sort of like. comical unrequited crush way bc haha, gay people) and laxus cares for everyone in the raijinshuu pretty equally it feels. However. the initial arc? the fantasia arc? I think the raijinshuu are at their best there, and I wish they had gotten developed into smthing more interesting. once again I have a lot of headcanons.

i think gajeel & levy probably has the smoothest execution of any relationship, but kind of wish levy's character had a bit... More to her? like she's very smart but lucy also tends to do a lot of the smart stuff, and she knows runes but freed is clearly the runes guy, and i just wish we could've gotten more than that? I’ve been messing around with headcanons relating to her recently…

that’s the thing with a lot of fairy tail ships. I think a lot of the character relationships have really interesting ways of looking at them bc there’s just so many characters I like. like I think gray & erza’s relationship is really neat. I wish we’d gotten to see more of gray & cana as friends… it’s so cool that gray & loke are friends to the point that he’s the guy he picks for S-class trials… I like lucy & loke’s relationship a lot (like, the fact he joins gray for those trials is a display of how free he is even while she has his key, and also the loke mini-arc is one of my all time favs). I love the deal with the whole strauss siblings and would’ve been interested in seeing freed & mira interact some more. I don’t really care about it in canon but I think elfman & evergreen is actually a really interesting setup, since they’ve both got this sense of… vanity about them? (evergreen wants to be titania, queen of the fairies, and elfman valorizes manliness. there’s interesting places to take that!). raijinshuu friendship, I’m really into that, like, laxus feels like such a Solo guy and yet he willingly carts around a team with him, and also everyone in that team have kind of freaky eye powers, as far as I can tell. what’s that about. did u upturn your nose at fairy tail’s misfit guild while hanging with a misfit crew? it's a team that characterizes laxus well… I know he’s technically not Part of the raijinshuu team but Cmon he literally is.

all that to say. you could probably sell me on a lot of ships. but natsu/lucy, gray/juvia, sting/rogue, and freed/laxus are probablyyyy the ones I think about most and actively write for (and don’t publish LOL. I need to actually finish one of these things, but the issue is I’ve built so many headcanons I feel weird abt it sometimes. I would loveeee to talk abt them sometime tho)

but even saying that, a lot of the stuff I write reads very ambiguously platonic, so like. if I got sold on something, I’d probably get into it.

anyways anon ty for the question! i love chatting

[rainderthesomeone]

Its official :>

I know I've said it here and there on a few posts on transgender stuff, but its a official, I'm trans :D

TW: I talk about abuse and body dysphoria in this post, you dont have to read the rest, this section is just me sharing my experiences in my teenage years with a homophobic as hell republican as a father.

I've known for a while like ever since I was in Middle School, I had a really hard time fitting in with other girls, I tried making friends with them but they were all into make up and dress's and talking about boys and other stuff, I made at least one friend in middle school but they left me for a group of girly girls, and I wasn't interested in what they liked, I was into a lot of things they were not interested in, I was a huge nerd, I liked games, Godzilla, movie production, comics, marvel, star wars, fnaf, dinosaurs, bendy, (not saying girls dont like these things, girls can like anything guys :D women are amazing I know a lot of amazing girls now :>) nothing they liked and when they saw that they weren't interested in me anymore, but I connected with the guys a lot more, but they always saw me as the girl who tagged along and needed to be treated gently, at first I had no interest in the lgbtq community or the idea of being something else other than what I already was, I couldn't even really talk about, since the topic of gay and gender ideology wasn't allowed in the house I used to live in, my father hated gay people, said they were wired, and shouldn't be his words not mine "frolicking around and being queer" da hell dose that mean? im still baffled by that, he's also that kind man who thinks lesbians are cool and gay men shouldn't exist, it was that level of misogyny and homophobia, looking at it now, it was really disgusting and disturbing, but I was 12 I didn't know any better.

but than as I got older I became more aware, and started questioning things, I was 13 in my room, on my phone, and I found this artist who was drawing deltarune characters, deltarune was also a huge eye opener to the lgbtq comunity for me, since kris identified as none binary, but I found one of the oc's the artist made and they identified as A gender, and I was like whats that and looked into it more and more, and than I went from I dont know who or what I am, to maybe im a demi girl, maybe im A Gender, maybe im none binary and than boom, it clicked, I went with they/them/there's for a while, but I began to feel uncomfortable, by being refred to as her, she, I started hating wearing a braw and how scratchy and annoying it felt, I began hating my chest, I stopped wearing shorts due to my legs being abnormally hairy and that girls arent supposed to be hairy, at one point my dad was going to put me through a hole body hair removal process which would have removed all my body hair, and he was going to do it without me knowing, until my mother told me, she was the most supportive person I had while going through this, I was litteraly terrified to say no to my dad, but eventully he didint go through with it, but I still wasnt allowed to have body hair, every time we went shoe shopping he tried to get me pink shoes, and brands women would only use, we went on a cruise and we had to dress up, but I didint want to since I would have had to wear a dress, blue jeans were the only thing I had that was close to guy clothes, I wasnt allowed anything remotley masculine, only my mom would let me have products like old spice, and she took me guy clothe shopping but it had to be in secret from my father, who would hurt me and my mother if he found out, not physically well he would probably slap me, but only yell at my mother, which still wasnt good, eventully we left his sad ass, and now me and my mom live in a apartment together, and from there I could freely explore who I was, a month later I came out as trans to my mother right after we left, and im in therapy with an amazing therapist and I have amazing friends who dont fully understand but support me in every direction, only triggering thing Ive experinced so far was not being able to change my pronouns to he him lol, Curse you school bored! XD

anyway sorry for the lenghty slightly depressing post, I just wanted to share my story here since I have the platform to do so now, the freedom of speech is very rewarding and validating lol, origanlly this was going to be a post about "guys I got my first chest binder oh and btw im ftm" but I wanted to get this off my chest no pun intended and open myself up more on here, the trans comunity on tumblr has been amazing so far, especially the tf2 comunity on here, I truly feel welcomed and comfortable being here.

lot of grammar issues in here, grammars not my strong suit plus its 11 pm for me right now, im heading to bed lol, good night everyone!

[duncebento]

you study abroad right? how has that been? i want to but im worried its going to be too hard to adjust to plus school

i do!! i’ll give pros n cons though they might be specific

pros:

- i’m confident that i’m getting some of the best education i could be, which even though i’m from new york where there r many college options i still feel that it would’ve been settling to stay at home. to me it’s worth being there for the school

- i do like having the opportunity to immerse myself in another language as someone interested in linguistics!

- for italy specifically, food, art, architecture, pre-capitalist city planning which i feel is more….human-centric?

- since my school is in english, i have meet ppl from allll around the world. my class was originally 16 ppl and we were from 10 different countries across 5 continents. of the friends i’ve made there, one is chinese from hungary, one is from portugal, one is from india, one is from zimbabwe, and two are other usamericans.

- the cost isn’t great since it’s a private school, but i’m still paying less than i could have been in the US, n godwilling i will not graduate w student debt

- europe has trains so i can go places so easily

- night-out bar and club culture that i wouldn’t have access to yet in the US w/out a fake, but which i feel is crucial to the college experience lol. will treasure memories dancing to live music at the cuban bar, drinking spritzes on the river, bringing bottles of prosecco to house parties

cons:

- paperwork is so annoying ESPECIALLY because italian bureaucracy is ill-managed. BUT americans have such a passport privelege, my old roommate from iran couldnt come to school for months bc of her visa

- apts are still expensive i general, especially in places like florence w a high tourist appeal bc they are also airbnb infected, which has totally jacked up rent rates. right now i’m blessedly paying what i would definitely call reduced rent because a rich friend of a friend of a friend had an old apartment that she’s renting to me for far less than market price. but without knowing people from the area already apt hunting is hell.

- it’s not entirely a con, but def a learning curve around communication, because european profs are often excitable or brusque or sometimes even cruel in my experience in a way that wouldn’t fly so much in american colleges (though part of that is the fashion element imo.) it was hard for many americans to adapt to this sort of criticism

- i am definitely more conscious of my blackness in italy, ppl are more ignorant about black people (though imo not actually more hateful.) but ppl are also so amazed by my hair which is nice sometimes lol…..american whites will like never compliment black hair cos theyre scared. but yeah white ppl in europe dont have much of a faux pas developed against certain racism yet

- i do miss my family when i’m there— though now i miss my friends when i’m not there! and the time zone diff >_<

- it is very easy to be lonely, esp. at first. at fashion school i’m not really around “my type” of people, which means i feel really isolated even around the other americans. they just don’t know how to make heads or tails of me i suppose. but then, if i really think of it, that might just be a con of being weird in general. my usual odds of finding someone i really gel with are about 1/500, so that puny statistic decreases even further when most ppl around me don’t speak english as a first language.

[joshuasabolboro]

On this day, I want to start by recalling my best memories which is me and my family enjoying and having a very amazing time on the beach and also splashing water everywhere.At night time I and my friends had played truth or dare and we'll sleep at nine we all said.

I wish to go back to that day over and over again.I also studied for what i think the next lessons on some subjects will be and I helped my mom with chores around the house which made my mom really happy and I was pretty happy for what I have done too and I also realized that my mom helps us and works hard just for us to have a good life and I loved her for that and the second is my dad because he also works hard like my mom but the difference is that my dad studies at night time because he us determined to work as an attorney or lawyer and those things are what I realized when I was having a sembreak.

And when you realize that they are gona that is when you will realize that you missed out on alot and you would want to go when they were still there or something else and I this when I was still at my sem-break. family is the most important thing or people in our lives and we must always not shoo them again they bring us love and no discomfort at times of needs and even if alot of people are close family will always get closer. Which is what I observed and understood while it was still sem-break and I love them all for that. I and friends also went to bambanti and the best one there is the viking, even tho I almost puked it was alot of fun.

My friends are one of the best people who entered my life and brung more joy to it and i thank them for that. Most family members of mine are older that is why i dont get the same vibe that i get from my friends or bestfriends and because of school I had a harder time trying to hangout with friends and family members.

My mom also baked a very delicious pie which i loved very much and praised her for it. We also went grocery shopping and we bought alot of yummy food and I remembered i had to comply so i did my ict and many more subjects.

The sem-break has thought me alot like by learning how to appreciate my family and never stoping to love them and that they would also do that too and during the sem-break i learned and played games with my bff's and by playing i mean like using time and theirs to explore different gaming platforms and i spent my time playing roblox with my friends.

And during that time i learned how to become more mature and although they always tell me to do chores but now i thank them for it because learned how to do things that before i couldnt even so i owe them that and at those times i saw my brother grew up more and i feel so proud as his big brother. And the fact that we went swimming was awesome and it was our tita's pool so we had it all to ourselves mostly loved the slide because although at first it is pretty scary but after you conquer it you eventually can notice that it is a very fun experience and i enjoyed it very much.

We also had mini picnic on our backyard and it was super fun, it also comes with marshmallows and a horror time which was super spooky and we slept in tents and i really think that it was such a brand new experience and i really loved it.

And my answer to why this is important bis because we need to spend time with our family and what they do to us is needed and without them there would be only very few to support us with achieving our dreams and they help us get through hard times.

Family is most important in our life and this sem-break has thought me that this sem-break teached me how to be more mature and understand what your parents have done in own point of view and it also showed me how fast time is because of seeing my brother grow up so fast is just one thing ive seen this sem-break and it also helped me get my mind off school for a little bit and this break made me breathe fresh air, also have fun.

[xjkhttp]

Personal experience with consent

I am doing this because I have a lot on my mind and can't let go of what happened.

I am a 17 years old female who looks 14, it is my last year of highschool and I am think I almost lost virginity to some form of sexual assaults. I would like to share my story so everyone can (still) know better than what I did. I was always a very serious person, considering my gender and how dangerous it is outside at night. But this guy that I'd name K changed my perspection of my doings and so I disobeyed my mom which I shouldn't have.

He is a year younger than me and in a different highschool. I first met him in highschool junior and lost sight of him after my departure for highschool. I saw him again in march when I recognized him in my bus it was probably around 6pm. I said hi and said it back and kept looking at his phone, he got kind of handsome really. When I got home that night i saw he added me on every social medias and came to talk to me 24/7 on insta. He proposed to go out drinking in our street once after gaining my friendship and trust. I agreed, I was the only girl and they were like 4 to 5 boys if I remember but we all know each others. That night I got drunk slept againgst a wall and when it was time to get home my mom took her medicine which helped her sleep and locked me out of the house by accident. That was us drinking for the first time together, I dont really enjoy drinking but since it is trendy among people of our age I thought it would be great to go out a bit and have a social life tho I did not know what was coming.

I finally succeded going home around 7am, mom said she was sorry, she hoped everything had gone well I told her "yeah dw" that was the truth but then i got notification from k again he said "that night was amazing and we should do it again but just the 2 of us and you should pay for the bottle this time since I payed for that night. I agreed sensing nothing but a friendly invitation. On a saturday at 8pm we met again (probably 1 week and a half after the first time i drank out). I dont last long with alchool unlike him and he knows that but we were 2 with a big bottle of rhum i drank 3 glasses with juice mixed in it and i slept against some wall to sober up I was slightly buzzed but it kept getting worse and from there I forgot a lot of the things that happened, really.

Somehow after talking closely to each other he ended up kissing me like my soul was wanted. Honestly the best kissing ever, I was a little attracted to him but I never had this in mind whenever I met him. I'm kind of stuck up and shy I would never iniciate something like this and people know my reputation for never making a move. I remember him saying he got candoms at home which was kinda close to our current location. I never agreed to go, I just aknowledge what he said I could not walk properly so he packed up my bag and brought me to his house in his room ON HIS OWN and i was not even conscient of that. I gained my consiousness back when I woke up on his bed he was putting on red leds💀. He came back kissing me and my head was spiralling I could not see straight but I was not against some kissing i liked it. But then he undressed me while I was laying and I was very slow about what was happening. Then, he tried to rub me through my panties and pushed it aside, i had not realised at that time that he already was wearing the condom and was streaped down like me. He tried to put it in and i thank god for making me this tight cuz it really hurted and he knew it but tried a second time just to fail. I wasnt aroused anymore and could not voice it out. Then without again asking for permission he got to my lower body under the sheets, pushed it aside once again and literaly began to lick my clitoris. It was euphoric and it felt really good. But once sobered up I did not think of it like that. After that he kept touching me but I was totally knocked out and I dont know what happened from there . He woke me up at 7am and told me I should completely get going if I dont want to be caught. I dressed myself up and whent ooutsde with him. He tried to kiss me goodbye but I wasnt in for that now that i sobered a little. I got home to my mother very angry saying she didnt recognize me anymore because- my neck was completely purple. The bastard sucked my soul out, i dont know when. I was grounded and told to put vinegar on it to erase it the best i could. It didnt go off for at least a week and a half. Then she told me to go to sleep if i did not want a whooping. When i woke up I went to take a shower and my body reveal was like opening a kinder surprise. My hips, right part of my chest and right leftcheek was printed blue too. I did not know what to think. At first, i thought, "well highschool experience yk". But after talking about it with a close friend she told me it was not okay he did not ask me for permission and i was drunk and that basically that made him a duchebag.

I was delulu over that because of that attraction i felt for him but after thinking it trough, days later i realised it was not okay. He stopped hitting me up as if he got what he wanted I felt used and disgusted though he did not penetrate me. And i'd like all genders to be careful in any situation called "friendly" when alchool is involved. I genuinely need to do a lot of stuff to get over that. I will give my consent when sober thats for sure and I hope naive people like me will too. Im sorry toward victims of SA and such its horrible. Please educate people around you about consent and be careful.

[scummy-writes]

HIS POV - CHAPTER 25

I am snug as a bug with alcohol and blanket. I dont think this is supposed to be a sad POV but...

Ah shit

Theres like. Immediately a lot to unpack. Jesus

Confirmed from birth that this was an issue. Maybe obvious but I couldn't tell if this was something that showed up in his childhood one day, or if it was from birth.

I'm Assuming this is after the surgery. And so that would explain the pain, the out of breath, the Everything Still Hurting So Bad. For a moment I was very confused.

-> I am super curious about the 'never once thought that what I did was wrong' since he constantly describes these as evil things and awful things to do. But if you describe your actions like that, would you not believe that they were wrong? Though I guess in this specific case he means he understands that according to the ideology of others, his actions of killing the corrupt would be seen as 'evil' and 'wrong', whereas he views it as.... i'm assuming necessary.

I think its still fine for me to hc some self harm issues with this, though. Him not sharing the 'this is wrong' belief doesnt mean that he can't be upset over knowing his mother or brother would be severely upset about what hes doing.

Maybe? Idk i want gilbrrt having random moments where he has relapses of his human heart and the weight of his sins crashes upon him in private meltdowns that he forces himself to hide by the time the morning light hits again

-> 'refusing to believe in love' ok mr 'ill write books with the person I love in mind'. Mr 'i'm going to keep an eye on who i love'. Mr 'hearing about this person keeps me going'. Mr 'ive learned to kill with my hands but also to craft my love for her'.

But i do like the worry there. He really does just want reassurances.

-> bet he really just never believed anyone could love someone like him. The "really? Really..." hits really hard

-> "for the first time in my life, I actually feel guilty" [over the prank] .... ['prank']

I just like these details.

Him taking pride in the work on Healing people rather than being known as a nation of killing....damn

-> "and honestly, being alive makes my plan a little more difficult, but--- Whatever. I'm happy, and you look happy, so what does it matter? I decided that since I was a villain, I could act like one, and just give myself over to the things I was feeling, even if only for one day"

Oooooh my god you let it slip that youre bad at the mental mindset of a villain once again. I feel like a 100% bad guy would RELISH in the feelings he wants to experience without even thinking of it like this... you're 85% villain babey.

-> "i'd set things up that way so that she could return to Rhodolite at any time, but I did not need to worry about that anymore"

Amazing. Everything in his plan even had her being able to safely go back home and live without him. She'd prob go home thinking he was still alive and that he was a weird dude that was facinated with her for a few weeks and that was that. My god dude. He was fine with just Some happiness with her before he died, even if she was wary and worried the whole time.

-> even though he still very much wants to destroy the cincept of an imperial family, he's now undecided on if he wants to die then or not. Amazing. This isnt pussy power at work here since they havent banged, he's just finding more hope in life since the person he loved for so long loves him back.

-> interesting details

-> also that blurb about how she had been raised explains SOOOOO much of why she is naive at times, because she genuinely hadn't been faced with too much issues as she was raised. Now my complaints about her seem more null and void with this.

WAILS

There we gooo, validation for the "hes testing her i think" comments i had scattered in these notes. I guess its obvious but it feels nice to have confirmation from the game.

Throws my phone so i dont get tears on it

"It felt like I was the one being conquered" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

GILBERT ROUTE SPOILERS POST - HIS POV - ROMANTIC

Like the other notes (here), I am continuing my thoughts/notes on Gilbert's route. This post will focus on the His Povs for specifically the romantic end, since I've already done that ending.

I'll be reblogging this post each chapter or so with personal thoughts and general screaming under a cut. I'll be having it in a format with the chapter numbered, and then a cut directly after where I'll be yelling. I already know some major spoilers with gilberts route, so if you have not finished his route yet, be wary.

I'll be using the tags 'Scum Simps' and 'scum plays gil route' for those of you who want to filter it out. Thank u!

[sgrdoll]

Tranquility - Chapter 3

Prologue  Chapter 1  Chapter 2 

warnings - murder, death, drugs, mafia/gang talk, extremely detailed scenes of torture and death, dark!reader, dark!steve, dom/sub undertones, dom!steve, sub!reader, brat!reader, knives, guns, other weapons, EXTREME GORE

THIS IS A DARK FIC. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. THIS IS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC PLEASE TAKE INTO ACCOUNT YOUR MENTAL HEALTH FIRST

18+

it took me forever to write this and i dont even think i am in love with it. forgive me if its not amazing! enjoy dolls

wc: 2.7k

After Charlie’s nap they headed out into Brooklyn. Steve didn’t drive, instead a boy named Peter did. Peter was small and seemed nice enough. He had short dark hair and seemed nervous in Steve’s presence. They weren’t in the Volvo like they were yesterday. Instead they drove in a black SUV with extremely tinted windows. The backseat was incredibly roomy and provided enough space for Charlie to put her feet in the leather seats comfortably.

The small dark headed boy drove them silently without an attempt to make conversation, which Charlie appreciated. She was still reeling from her 4 a.m. excursion this morning. Steve was also quiet but seemed to be texting someone on his phone. He was always busy doing something. 

Peter dropped them off on a busy street and Steve told Charlie to hold onto him throughout the crowd. Steve was scared he would lose Charlie in the wildness of New York. He had been around the city for a while so he was a pro at maneuvering through the hoards of people that crowded the streets. Charlie, however, had never been in the city before so this was a completely new experience for her. She looked at the tall buildings in awe and stared at the cast of characters that walked by her. Everyone seemed to be doing something interesting. 

Charlie followed Steve into a store that she couldn’t remember the name off the top of her head but it was filled with all sorts of clothing items in every style imaginable. The inside of the store was black brick and very trendy looking.

Charlie gravitated towards the back of the store that held jeans. She never really wore pants but wanted to try them on. She picked up a couple of pairs that were her size and headed to the changing room. 

Charlie thought they were cute, but wanted to stick to her typical style. Jeans proved to be rather uncomfortable in her opinion. She took her time trying on every piece of clothing that tickled her fancy. Charlie was having a blast picking out different items to try on, even if she knew she didn’t want to take them home.

She grabbed anything she wanted to buy and took it up to Steve to hold while she went back to pick more out. Charlie eventually finished and grabbed Steve’s hand to lead him to the checkout area. Charlie didn’t pay attention while the saleslady rang up the mountain of clothes that was placed on the counter. She wandered around the little trinkets that sat as a display. Steve took out his card and paid while keeping an eye on Charlie and making sure she didn’t stray too far.

“Next store!” She announced giddily at Steve while they walked out together.

He laughed and smiled, “Remember to hold my hand on the street, okay?” 

Charlie rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand. They dropped the bags off with Peter and he put them in the trunk while Steve and Charlie kept trekking toward the next store. 

The pair walked into the boutique directly to the right of the one they were previously in. Steve dropped her hand and let her roam the new environment. She looked like a kid in a candy store and he thought it was precious. It was likely Charlie didn’t get very many new things when she lived at home which made this a novel experience for her. 

Charlie quickly ran through this store and picked up an assortment of shoes, skirts, sweatshirts, and accessories. It took less time than the previous since she had already gotten the majority of her new wardrobe. 

Meanwhile, Steve sat in one of the plush chairs that was placed in front of the dressing room curtains and watched her frolic around the store.

 “I think we have enough for today,” Steve commented once they finished in the checkout line. 

Charlie almost pouted but decided to let it go considering his generosity towards her today.  

“Can we get a coffee?” She asked him with those big wide eyes of hers.

“Of course. I could use one too. I think there’s a place around the corner.” 

Charlie smiled, she couldn’t remember a day where she had so much fun. Steve was being so exceptionally kind to her. Charlie felt almost indebted to him, despite the reason he was doing this for her was as a reward for killing a man for him.

Instead of grabbing his hand as they walked down the street, Charlie grabbed a fistful of his black jacket. Steve looked down at her and smiled and she looked up and returned the gesture. 

Steve opened the door for her and a little bell chimed when they walked into the store. The coffee shop was a welcome change from the chaos of the streets outside. It was quiet, apart from the whir of the milk frother and grinding of the espresso machine. 

“Iced black?” Steve asked her while the two walked up to the counter. 

Charlie nodded and he ordered for the both of them. It turned out that they both took their coffee the same way. 

They took a seat in one of the brown vinyl booths near the door when they got their coffees.  

“Are you having a good time?” Charlie nodded her head enthusiastically while taking a sip of her coffee, “This is probably the best day of my life!”

Steve loved the excitement in her voice. He wanted to hear her voice filled with happiness for the rest of his life. 

“I was talking to Nat before we left and she said you might enjoy getting your nails done,” Steve suggested. 

“I’ve never had my nails done before. I don’t know what it’s like.” 

“That’s okay. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Nat said you might enjoy it though. You can get cute little designs on them,” he tried to convince her. 

Steve wanted to give her a day to remember. He wanted her to look back on this day and see it as wonderful, despite what she had to do this morning. Maybe spoiling her would make her forget about the murder he asked her to commit for him. 

“Maybe I could try. Can I look up some designs on your phone?” 

“I keep forgetting you don’t have your own phone. We need to deal with that today as well,” Steve said while fishing his phone out of his pocket and passing it to her across the table. 

Charlie looked up cute nail designs on his safari app while Steve watched on. She decided on black french tips. She was a little scared to be any more adventurous than that. 

“Natasha also told me where we should go to get them done. We already have an appointment,” Steve said when she was finished choosing her nail art. 

Charlie didn’t even bother questioning how he got an appointment that fast so she just smiled and took her coffee with her as they walked out of the calm of the coffee shop and back out into the wilderness. 

The nail salon wasn’t on the same street as the clothing stores and coffee shop so Peter had to come pick them up. Peter took them about ten minutes away from where they previously were. 

Steve barked orders to Peter that Charlie didn’t pay much attention to what he was saying and focused on playing with Steve’s large fingers. She found it relaxing in the midst of the chaos. 

Peter dropped them off and they walked down the street to the nail salon Natasha told Steve about. The words Luna Nail Lounge were in pretty script on the front of the building. Steve and Charlie walked in and the nail techs immediately took the two to the private room in the back. The room was quiet and had a massage chair for both Steve and Charlie. There were fairy lights hanging in the room as well as small pieces of art on the walls. 

Steve showed the nail tech what Charlie wanted and they got started. There was one nail artist assigned to each of Charlie’s hands so the process would go by a lot faster. “Acrylic?” The nail tech asked Charlie while filing her nails. “Yes, please,” she answered politely. 

Steve made small talk with Charlie about what she wanted to do with her room while the nail artists continued their work. 

“I think a gray and pink theme would be cute,” Charlie answered while leaning back in the massage chair provided for her. 

“It would match the house too,” Steve replied, “Maybe we could even add a desk for you to take up hobbies or something.”

Charlie laughed, “I don’t do very much. I like animals and reading and that’s all I think.”

“Well, we can get you a bookshelf and a big cat tower for the cat I promised you.” 

Charlie beamed, “I’m so excited! Are we doing that today?” 

“If you’re still up to it we can. I picked out a shelter we can go to when you finish up here.” 

“Thank you so much. Everything today has been amazing. Will there be a reward after everything I do for you?” Charlie asked Steve innocently.

Steve laughed heartily at the stunned expressions on the nail artists’ faces. They likely thought she was his sugar baby, when in reality she was his tiny hitman. 

“We need to talk about our little deal when we get home,” Steve told her. 

Charlie’s face deflated and her heart stopped beating for a second. This was it for her in her mind. He was done and didn’t need her help. She was going to have to go to the home her dead father’s body was in. Charlie was not going to allow that to happen under any circumstances.

Charlie vowed that she would prove herself to him. She refused to let Steve leave her behind, not after she had lived in the luxury he provided. Even if she had only lived it for one day, she could not go back to the home she grew up in. She would be the most obedient, kind, perfect, angel for him from now on. 

Steve saw the expression on her face and his eyes widened, “Woah, woah. What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing.” 

Charlie’s response was stony and didn’t give away much. 

“I’m not upset with you, if that’s what you’re thinking. You’ve been perfect this whole time. We’ll talk in the car.” 

After he said that, it was silent. No one spoke and Charlie’s chest filled with anxiety while the nail techs finished her acrylics. 

They put on the nail oil and told her to wash her hands. Charlie did as they asked and then walked back into the front of the salon. 

Steve paid quickly and they went to the car that was waiting for them outside. Steve sighed, “I am not mad at you at all. All I want to talk about is our arrangement.” “What about it?” Charlie questioned while playing with her new acrylics. 

“I just want you to know that you don’t have to do it. I don’t want you to feel forced into doing that stuff. I thought it would be easier at first but now I feel terrible I put you through that,” Steve said with sincerity laced in his voice. 

“Why? It didn’t really upset me. I didn’t feel anything when I hurt Alex,” Charlie spoke with her head tilted innocently. 

“Maybe not. But I don’t want you to do that stuff or see that stuff. One time was enough. I can’t make you do that again.” Tears blurred Charlie’s vision, “Please don’t make me go back,” her voice cracked. 

Steve’s heart broke, “Charlie, I am not going to make you go back there. You are staying with me. We can find something else for you to do. I like having you around, you’re nice company.” She wiped her tears away, “Please don’t get rid of me, Stevie.” 

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” 

Charlie still felt like her heart was in her throat on the drive to the shelter. Her hands were shaking and her anxiety was through the roof. Steve paused before they got out of the car, “I am never ever letting you go, I promise. Let’s go look at the cute cats and calm down a bit, yeah?” 

Charlie nodded and they walked inside. The weight in her chest slowly dissipated while they started to look at all of the cats ready for adoption. 

She pointed at basically every cat they went by and Steve silently prayed he didn’t have to get all seventy cats to appease her, knowing damn well he would do it in a heartbeat. 

Charlie stopped several times to coo at the kittens that were out. Steve couldn’t deny how adorable they were. 

Steve told the shelter staff they didn’t need any help while Charlie picked up one of the tiny kittens from a box. 

“She’s so cute, Stevie. I love her,” she declared. 

“I think she’s too young to take home right now,” he said.

Charlie sat her down gently and continued roaming around the shelter in search of the perfect cat. She finally stopped and gasped. 

“She’s so fluffy!”

The cat she was pointing to was a long-haired black elderly cat. The tag on the front of the cat’s cage said she was around seven years old. Her name was also on the tag, Ruby, it read. 

“Excuse me,” Steve called to the shelter staff, “Can we see this one?” 

Someone from the staff scurried towards them and opened Ruby’s cage up. Ruby opened her eyes and looked at Charlie and Steve. 

Charlie stuck her hand out for Ruby to smell. The black cat smelled her hand and rubbed her pink nose against it. Charlie started scratching behind her ears and she purred loudly. Ruby stood up from her sitting position and pressed against Charlie’s hand, as if asking for more pets. Charlie happily obliged while Steve watched the pair. 

Charlie continued doting on the cat and Steve disappeared to go speak with a worker about adopting Ruby. 

“Ruby is our oldest cat here. I am so glad to see her getting adopted,” one of the staff members commented while helping Steve fill out the papers. 

Steve was already prepared for a cat to be in the home. He had ordered Peter to pick up several cat towers and various litter boxes to be placed around the house. Steve wanted Charlie to pick out the cat's toys and collar from the pet store down the street. 

Steve walked back over to Charlie, “Are you ready to take her home?”

“You adopted her already?” She asked happily. 

Steve nodded and a worker came behind him to put her in a pink carrier for a safe trip home. 

“I think a collar and toys can wait until tomorrow. Ruby should get acclimated to the house and I don’t want to stress her out by making her stay in the car for any longer than she has too,” Steve said. 

Charlie agreed and they walked out with Ruby in her carrier. Charlie was so excited to finally have a cat. She wanted to give Ruby the best life she could possibly have.

In the car, the ball of fluff slept through most of the ride with only a few little meows. She proved to be a very good car passenger. She only got a little fussy when the car had to stop and start to accommodate the gate opening. 

Charlie was excited for Ruby to explore the big house. She was sure she would love all of the space there. 

When they walked through the doors of the house Charlie gently sat Ruby’s carrier on the couch in the living room and slowly unzipped it. Ruby stayed in the carrier for a moment but sniffed the air curiously. She didn’t seem to be scared of her new home. The cat slowly stepped out and hopped down onto the rug beneath her. 

Steve and Charlie both watched her walk around and sniff everything. They both seemed to be amazed by the sweet creature’s presence. 

While watching the cat Charlie turned to Steve, “Thank you for today. I mean it. I think this was the best day of my life. You have shown me so much kindness.” 

Steve’s heart melted, “I loved seeing you so happy today. I also already love Miss Ruby.” 

Charlie giggled and leaned her head on his shoulder, “I do too.”

[cowboyjen68]

Hi Cowboy Jen, i adore your blog and appreciate your thoughtful answers.

Im a young adult lesbian and recently went through a break up. It was my first love, we were together for a long time and lived together. Although I know it was for the best, and im so much happier and healthier in lots of ways, there is a lot of very bad and weird feelings and i cant stop thinking of her. I cant stop thinking of the potential relationship of what could have been, and what we both deserved from each other. And thinking about how i could now give it to her if 1.) she understood and wasnt so angry and mad and 2.) she tried to heal and change her unhealthy behaviors. I know these r not likely.

I guess what I am looking for is reassurance that this will pass. My life is wonderful but the loss is so profound. i cant imagine going through life with just more losses like this piling up.

I would love some validation that it is okay that i am still thinking of her, its only been a few months but i want time to grieve, while society tells me to move on. I feel guilty and weak for still caring, but at the same time it only feels right to grieve such a significant relationship that took up a big part of your heart and soul.

Again i reaallly appreciate that you give such care on here, like many young lesbians i dont have older women in my life to tell me that they have been through what i have and offer recognition and advice. I hope you have a wonderful week

Something my older lesbians friends have been fabulous about is showing me that things pass, love, hard times, friendships and pain. When something is fresh and feels over whelming, especially when it is the first time or you were completely unprepared to deal with it feels like a weight so heavy you want to crumble under it and you don't see a way out.

I offer you comfort as an older lesbian, that it all passes and life will get better. There is no time limit and it is okay to grieve but it is really important that you take control of that time. Don't let it become such a place of comfort that you let the sadness set the plan for your future.

I can tell you from experience that loss of love, even when you know with every fiber it was time for it to be over, is scary, hard, and makes you rethink every word, action and even your self worth. The “what ifs” can take over in your head and your heart. 

It is very important to give yourself and her space and time. Don’t force “let’s be freinds” or even seek further closure or answers. There might not be any answers and there might never be. Closure is something you give yourself. You know in your logical brain it was right and the breakup is a firm end. You can move on and do for you without question. 

My first girlfriend and I were together 7 years. I loved her and she loved me but we were not each others end all be all of love. We were a good fit for the time. Young, energetic in sex, activism and even in building a future. The future was just shorter than we could know. When she asked to break up because she had met someone else she wanted to explore time with I was grateful she did not betray me and was honest. After a wave of anger and fear I realized I was not as heart broken as I thought i would, or should be. 

We had spend the better part of our 20′s together and had a wonderful time but with the 30′s approaching we both had different goals and we had changed. At first we tried to be friends mostly because we shared dozens of mutual friends. Eventually we gave each other space, not making friends chose but bowing out here and there when the other was present at gatherings. Over the years we healed, and now, we work together and I love her and her friendship is amazing. And I know we are both thankful almost daily we didn’t stay together. Her wife is amazing and my life is wild and fulfilling. 

I have stayed in relationships too long, I have had a sort of odd love, FWB, fling, I have loved more deeply and strongly than I ever thought I could just since I hit 50. (I am 54). The ending of each relationship, good, bad, romantic or friendship is the first step into exploring something that could be better, stronger or just different. Life in love is a series of finding out what makes you happy and feel loved. Some people find it in the first, other take some trial and error. 

I promise, you will move on from this pain. Gain space and perspective with time as you move forward. It is okay to hurt and miss her and the good things. Just let that become a part of your learning not how you define your future relationship. 

Big Elder Lesbian hugs from me. You will be okay. 

[furiousgoldfish]

i saw you were opening this up!! i have a lot to say-

first of all, thank you for this blog. it's literally helped me so much in figuring out what abuse is like and helped me realize the kind of household i really live in.

my whole life i thought i was exaggerating or making shit up , that my experiences werent valid or crazy enough to be considered abuse. i literally forgot so many events in my life because i repressed them and because of that i feel like i cant explain my situation that well.

my parents and brother are incredibly homophobic and transphobic, theyre super fucking toxic to me and its horrible. when i was younger and was having a hard time in school because of a group of bullies, i called them to pick me up and when i explained what happened they told me it wasnt that big of a deal and it wasnt something to cry to them about.

when i was in seventh grade i had a panic attack at this church thing my mom was going to, and she took me outside while i was trying to calm down. i repeatedly told her "im sorry" for dragging her out and wasting her time, and she looked at me frustrated and said "you should be."

when i was questioning my sexuality they told me it was the devil lying to me and putting things in my head. they brought me to several pastors and churches so i could talk to leaders about it and they all told me that it was sinful and against god.

i came out as nonbinary last year, and my brother found out because he looked through my things, and then outed me to both my parents after i told him to not say anything. they said they refused to send me to any kind of therapist that wasnt a biblical one or a pastor and that im only looking for people who tell me what i want to hear.

my dad placed 30 minutes of screen time for tiktok, discord, and snapchat. he once brought me to a restaurant because he said he wanted to hang out, but when i got there he pulled out literal charts of bar graphs depicting how much time i spent on each app. then he told me he was going to either take away all my social media and online friends, or he was going to interrogate them. and i had to choose.

once in a family therapy session my mom said she would rather kill herself than let me join an lgbt support group. another time my brother came to my room and told me my mom was suicidal and that it was my fault. he said, "you think you have problems? you think youre depressed? mom is literally suicidal because of this whole thing with you. this is a wake up call. grow up."

another time, he (my brother) told me that i was a woman, that i couldnt change that, that its what it said on my birth certificate and no matter how much i called myself nonbinary it wouldnt change that im a woman.

recently, i talked to my mother about getting a new therapist. she gave me the phone number to one she found. and it was a conversion therapist. she was about to send me through a conversion program. this was a few days ago.

my parents constantly tell me that what they do is because they love me and want whats best for me and i constantly make a problem because i dont appreciate them or i get mad at them or i dont talk to them or i push them away. and it makes me feel like its my fault.

again, thank you so much for your blog. its helped me ground myself so much. keep doing what youre doing- seriously its amazing. <33

Yeah, all of us think we're exaggerating and making stuff up, it's incredibly sad we all get to not just get hurt, but constantly second-guess ourselves about it. Repressing and forgetting events is also extremely common too, it's out only means of defense against a too-painful reality.

I'm so sorry you had to deal with homophobia and transphobia at such a young age, and from your family members as well, it's devastating. You should have gotten support from your family members when you were bullied, being picked on and hurt by your peers is enough bad, without anyone acting like it's a no big deal.

It's so painful you were apologizing for having a panic attack, even in the worst pain you still had to think about what others might think and whethere you're an invonvenience. It's hateful they tried to stop you questioning your sexuality, you if anyone have the sole right to figure it out for yourself. Even to involve religious authority to shame you, that's sick! I hate every single pastor who had the fucking nerve to tell to a child their sexuality is sinful or against god, sexuality is something so natural and positive and you should have been celebrated.

It's incredibly hateful to expose you to religious abuse just because they found out, against your consent, that you're non-binary. They used religion as a threat against you, and as a way to control who you are, and are not allowed to be, and this is a crime. Your choice has been taken away and given into the hands of people who only had control and force in mind.

Your social media time is your own business, I can't imagine anyone punishing a grownup for something like that, the entire world is on the social media without any self control! You've done nothing wrong.

Your mother is awful. Die rather than for her child to have a healthy support. I'm so sorry you had to hear something so hateful, from your own parent. You didn't deserve that. It's not your fault. You can't control your sexuality, you can't control people's hatred. I wish you had more support during this. Nobody is allowed to blame you for hatred that's directed at you.

I'm so sorry that your family members refuse to accept your identity, and that they would do something so horrifying as conversion to you. That is not only dangerous but deadly, and it has never been done out of love. I hope you never get sent to a conversion program, because that is devastating and dangerous, I want you to stay safe, to receive love and support for who you are.

I hope in the future, you will meet people who will find you natural and delightful just as you are, who will share the same mindset and approve of every bit of who you are. You deserve so much support in dealing with this. I'm with you, and I bet a lot of people can relate to this and want to offer you community.

[slymanner]

A lil sasharcy drabble for @kurophuna dtiys thing!!!

they said writing is allowed so I'ma do that!! :D

this is probably the most interesting thing I'ma write since marcy is literally SO SMOL IN THE ART SO I'MA SEE HOW THIS GOES HAHA

a heartfelt breakfast (Art by @kurophuna!! Im just doing the writing HAHA)

it was early in the morning, sasha surprisingly being the one to wake up earlier this time since usually her small little energetic little friend would be the one to wake up first.

probably has to do with all the work she had to do on her tiny little keyboard and screen she made herself to make things easier on her.

sasha always offer's to help, even when marcy playfully remarks that sasha can barley see the damn screen or get her fingers to not press 20 keys.

but this time marcy was determined to get some work done. and get the stress off her before sasha picked her up and put her into their bed.

resulting in marcy's ability to not wake up as early.

but since sasha was finally the one to wake up earlier then her smaller little friend, and how exhausted she was doing all her little tippy taps on her keyboard, sasha decided to make her breakfast this time around.

just some egg and bacon for herself and pancakes for marcy, since she's knows a couple of pancakes always cheer's up her smol little stomach.

marcy usually had her own little tiny kitchen to cook stuff but sasha definitely has cooked for her a couple times before and they have shared some bonding experiences with that as they listened to music, danced, and let marcy rest in her hair as she cooked.

yeah i know sounds insane she made her own little kitchen but she is definitely trying to make the small life style work.

and as sasha was finishing up and putting her own little touches, she heard the smallest little thump on the steps of the stairs immediately signaling her to her that marcy was up.

"mar-mar, you need help?"

sasha yelled out to marcy as she was putting the plates on the kitchen table, sasha putting a little fork next to marcy's plate as she walked towards the stairs hearing marcy hit another thumb of the steps.

"WHOOF, nope I'm good sashy just a couple more to go and OOP-"

sasha scooped marcy in her big ol hands, sasha giving marcy a ruffle of her hair with the two of her fingers making marcy flushed a bit.

"marcy I'm the LITERALLY big strong women in this house, you can ask me to help you sometimes you goof."

"yeah but I don't wanna bother you with that...I just wanna come down stairs and greet you without you picking me up.."

sasha did a little smile, seeing her small little girlfriend not want to bother her was cute even though she was never bothering her with this sorta simple thing.

"yeah but you know it never bothers me marcy, besides i love seeing your cute little face as i pick you up~"

marcy's eye's lit up a bit, her hands doing a little flap as sasha gave marcy a little kiss on her small little forehead as marcy playful pushed her face away with her small little hands laughing.

"HAHA shut up sash, guess that's everyday th-"

marcy turned to see a amazing breakfast on the table, marcy walking over and holding onto sasha's thumb like a balcony with the sight

"YOU COOKED BREAKFAST SASHA?!?!"

"well yeah what else would i do before you wake up, play your games?"

"AY, PLAYING GAMES IS VAILD SASHA!! >:((("

"PFT for you it is but I'd rather spend my morning making a breakfast for someone who needs it especially after yesterday."

marcy looked around the room playfully, sasha confused at first thinking there's a damn murderer in the house but then smiling seeing her dorky little girlfriend go, knowing what the hell she's up to.

"me?"

sasha looked at her then at the ceiling, even going over to the wall knocking on it.

"well if the rat's in the wall's dont count, THEN OF COURSE ITS YOU, YOU FUCKING STRING BEAN."

marcy laughed not expecting sasha to actually continue the joke, as she brought marcy over to the kitchen table seeing marcy get tears in her eyes laughing.

"HAHAAH HAPPY TO KNOW IT'S ME, THE RATS DIDN'T DO SHIT LAST NIGHT EXPECT TAKE FOOD."

"ay you could say that the rat's and you had a equal struggle."

"DOUBT IT, THEY DON'T STRUGGLE WITH TAXES."

Marcy said as sash giggling at her small remark put her hand slightly above the kitchen table, as marcy jumped off her hand landing perfect in front of her plate, as marcy put her hand on her face in surprise with sasha's beautiful mastery of the pancakes as sasha sat down across from her.

"oh wow....you really made this pretty..EVEN A LITTLE LEAF ON THE PANCAKE THE SMALL MAPLE SYRUP HEART..."

"AND THE PLATE IS MY SIZE,,,"

marcy's plate was the size of a mini coke can, perfect size for sasha's small little girlfriend.

the fork's and drink even being her size, even the small little maple syrup bottle next to it.

"well y'know gotta give you a breakfast to remember, considering i never got to cook it before you woke up."

sasha looking up from her breakfast to see her little girlfriend jump up and down in joy, her legs running in place, making sasha's heart feel full of happiness feeling like her heart would not be the same without her around with her little invention's and her constant company.

"thank you..so much sasha!!! I'LL DIG INTO EVERY BITE WITH LOVE."

sasha's heart could explode :D

"heh, no problem whatever makes you feel more energetic from yesterday."

"NYEHEHE THANK U."

surprisingly marcy finished her food even faster then sasha, but to be fair sasha wasn't even focusing on her food or even eating all that much she was looking at marcy.

just watching marcy be so happy about pancakes with a cute little maple syrup heart makes her feel so happy, waking marcy up with breakfast was her best idea yet.

Sasha really couldn't keep her eyes off her as marcy suddenly finished her food, sasha's smol lesbian vision faded away as marcy walked over to sasha tapping on her arm.

"hey I'm done!!!"

sasha snapped out it seeing her food isn't even done at all, basically the plate is still full.

"oh! cool mar-mar, happy to hear you got yourself all full."

sasha patted marcy's litter head with her fingers, marcy flapping her hands and giggling in response as she hopped onto sasha's shoulder.

"are you...gonna eat your food?"

"OH I WAS JUST,,"

sasha couldn't really make a excuse.

"sorry got distracted, you we're just...so happy it was a nice sight, i love seeing you smile after you working your butt off and being all stressed it was wonderful to...see, y'know."

marcy did a lil smile surprised a bit, looking like a tomato with how much she was blushing sitting on her shoulder and swinging her feet up and down.

"oh..well..im happy to know my happiness made you happy."

"well of course it does ya goober your my girlfriend, but yeah...your soft smile always makes me happy."

marcy got up from her shoulder seat, scooching over to her big girlfriend's face as she hugged the side of her face giving her cheek a small little kiss, her small lips still catching sasha off guard since they feel so small but so affectionate.

"thank you for the breakfast sashy."

sasha smiled, blushing herself putting her hand on her chin in pure swoon, as she looked at marcy's little smile as couldn't help wanting to give this lil bean the world with how soft and nice she is.

"no problem...for someone so small you have so much love in you."

"my small body is honestly pretty big for my size, your just bigger then me dummy >:("

"HAHA YEAH YEAH WHATEVER."

"you gonna actually finish that food tho? or do you want me to help! :D"

sasha laughed, marcy never making this suggestion before as she scooped her up putting marcy on her head for marcy her hair feeling like basically a damn pillow paradise.

"yeah sure mar-mar, whatever gets us faster to the couch so we can cuddle the better."

"HAHA YEAHHHHHHHHH :DDDD"

"just don't get food in my hair up there alright?"

Marcy smirked, rubbing sasha's hair letting her know she's ready.

"got it!!"

sasha and marcy finished sasha's food together, sasha feeding marcy the food with the small plates fork and both joking around as they finished the plate as fast as they can.

and after all that

they deserve a little couch cuddles <3

End!!

This was fun to do, it's like 1 am i really wanted to get this done

and congrats on 1K/3K kuro, you deserve it man your making so much cool stuff dude keep going your doing amazing!!!!

Hope u enjoy this little writing thingy, it was a blast!!! <3

[atlabeth]

neighborly things - sokka x fem!reader

summary: reader can’t make things for shit. thankfully, she has a cute and crafty neighbor willing to help her. 

a/n: im so sorry lmao. i have requests and i have 2 series that havent been updated in like a month but sometimes i just need to write a stupid little oneshot to get back in the writing mood. i did this in an hour 

im not a screwdriver expert so dont come at me if some of this info is wrong lmao 

wc: 1.6k 

warning(s): some cursing but otherwise pure fluff. also i didnt proofread im SORRY im pretty sure they laugh grin and smile like 200 times 

-

“Dammit!” 

 Anyone unfortunate enough to have a place near you during this time would have heard the phrase on more than twenty occasions, and it wasn’t even noon yet. You had gotten the parts in the mail to put together a new dresser a couple days ago, and had finally decided to take on the task. You didn’t know if it was because you were inexperienced with furniture or just lacked basic comprehension skills, but it was proving to be no less than Herculean. 

 You threw the screwdriver at the wall and fell back to the floor as you let your arms sprawl out above you. You had been trying to screw in a part for no less than thirty minutes, and if a miracle didn’t happen right about now, you were going to lose your mind. 

Your head snapped towards the door when she heard a knock, and your brows creased. “God?” You muttered as you got up, wondering if you had actually thought a miracle into existence. 

 You weren’t greeted by a deity when you opened the door, but the man standing in front of you was pretty damn close. With ocean blue eyes, hair pulled back in a ponytail with shaved sides, and toned arms, he was a sight to behold. But you had no idea why he was in front of your door. 

 “Hey, are you okay?” He questioned, genuine concern in his tone. 

 “Um, yeah, why?” You were trying to rack your brain for any memory of this guy — because you knew you would remember him if you had seen him before — but to no avail. “Also, who are you and why are you here?”

 “Right,” he chuckled. “My name’s Sokka. I’m your neighbor; I live—” he gestured at the door just next to your place, “—over there. Moved in a couple weeks ago, so that’s probably why you don’t know me. I’ve just been hearing a lot of cursing and loud noises coming from your place, so I figured I would stop in and see what was going on.” 

 “Oh. That’s.. very considerate of you, Sokka. I’m just…” you sighed and chuckled at the ridiculousness of it all. “I’m just trying to put together a dresser, and it’s not going well at all. That latest sound you heard was the culmination of my rage. I threw a screwdriver at the wall.” 

 “Yeah, that’ll do it,” he laughed. “Listen. I don’t wanna intrude on you or anything, but I happen to be pretty good at putting things together. I had to do a lot of furniture construction when I first moved in, plus I’m the one all my friends call when they need help with putting anything together. I could probably help you with whatever’s troubling you.”  

 “Are you serious?” 

 “Oh, no. I just go door to door joking around with people, asking if they need help with their furniture, sometimes I ask if their refrigerator is running? It really gets a kick out of them.” 

 You rolled your eyes goodnaturedly and stepped aside so he could enter your apartment. “Thank you so much, Sokka. I’ve read the instructions a million times, I seriously don’t know what I’m doing wrong.” 

 He crouched down and picked up the manual, turning to a dog-eared page and skimming over the instructions. He pointed at the screwdriver you had thrown against the wall and glanced back at you. “Is that the one you’ve been using?” 

 You closed and locked the door behind him then walked over to the wall, picking up the unfortunate victim of your anger and spinning it in your hands. “Yeah, why?” 

 “Do you know what kind it is?” 

 “Um.. maybe? God, I don’t know. I think it’s a Phillip’s head?” 

 Sokka laughed and shook his head, holding up the manual so you could see it. “That’s where you’re going wrong. You need a Pozidriv for these screws — they’re similar enough that anyone can make a mistake.”

 You stared at Sokka in complete amazement — apparently, your savior lived next door, and he came in the form of a handsome guy with basic knowledge on putting furniture together. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” you said as you walked over and took the booklet from himl. You flipped through it a couple times and read over the part, shaking your head in disbelief. 

 “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!” you repeated, louder this time. “Do you know how long I’ve been trying to get that thing to- to work, to screw, to— whatever you call it?” 

 “It’s actually to—”

 “Thirty minutes!” You interrupted, earning a small chuckle from Sokka. “Thirty damn minutes that I have been trying to get that screw in, and it’s all because I was using the wrong screwdriver. Why would they make screwdrivers that are so similar but aren’t interchangeable?!” 

 He shrugged and held up his hands. “Don’t ask me — I don’t make the rules, I just follow them. But like I said; this dresser might fall apart if you keep using this thing. I actually have a Pozidriv back at my place, I can go get it and we can finish this up together.” 

 “God, that would be the biggest help,” you admitted. “But I don’t wanna take up your time — I don’t know how I would even repay you.” 

 “I’m doing this because I want to help you,” he said. “You don’t have to repay me. Think of it as… as a neighborly thing.” 

 “A neighborly thing?” you repeated with a laugh. “Well, if you’re offering, I’m definitely not going to refuse.” 

 “I am offering,” Sokka winked. “And unless you want to be at this for another three days, I think you should take that offer.” 

 You pretended to deliberate over it before letting out an exaggerated sigh. “I guess I’ll let you help me. I mean, really you should be thanking me for this brilliant opportunity to, um.. hone your skills.” 

 He laughed, a brilliant sound that made your heart sing, and nodded as he went back to the door. “Thank you so much for letting me put together this dresser. Truly, it’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

 “Then I’m happy to be of assistance.” 

 Sokka grinned then unlocked and opened the door. “I’ll be right back, then we can get started.”

 -

 Once he got back, the two of you got to work. The next three hours passed so quickly as you and Sokka talked about everything from the work you did to people in your lives (no girlfriend, thankfully), to exchanging stories — even the silence, though rare, was comfortable. 

 Sokka pushed the last drawer into its place then clapped his hands as he stood up, admiring the fruits of your labor. “And that’s it! We’re done.”

 “Wait, we’re done? Already?” You set down the instruction manual and stood up as well, backing up to Sokka’s position to see what he saw. “Wow, that looks.. that looks just like the picture. We are good at this! Well, you’re really good at this, I’m good at keeping you entertained. But still!” 

 You held your hand up for a high five and he laughed, but not without meeting it with a satisfying clap. 

 “It does look pretty good,” he admitted. “And not only do you have a brand new, fully functioning dresser, you also had the priceless experience of spending three hours with the neighbor you know nothing about.” 

 “That’s not true,” you countered. “I know that you’re really good at putting things together, you’re a genius when it comes to anything math or science, and you hate blueberries.” 

 Sokka snickered and brushed his hands off on his jeans. “That’s everything there is to know.” 

 “I dunno, Sokka. You seem like a pretty interesting guy.”

 “Really?”

 “Yeah. It’s not every day that someone offers to put together a whole dresser just because they feel bad.”

 “Well—” he tore off a blank part of the instruction manual and picked up a spare pen from the counter, then put it up against the wall as he scribbled something on it. Sokka put the pen down and handed the slip of paper to you with a smile. “If you ever need any more help with furniture, then call me.” 

 You could feel your cheeks heat up as you took the paper. Your fingers brushed ever so slightly as you took the slip of paper, and you decided to just go for it. You bit back a grin and tried to sound as innocuous as possible. “And if I want to get to know you beyond the blueberries?” 

 Sokka laughed and leaned against the doorframe. “Definitely call me.”  

 “Great.” 

 The two of you smiled at each other like idiots for way too long before a notification from his phone broke the silence. He jumped from the sudden noise and dug his phone out of his pocket, giving you an apologetic look. “Sorry, my sister just texted me and I gotta get over to her place.” Sokka started towards the door then paused and turned around. “I actually had a lot of fun doing this, though. I’ll see you around, yeah?” 

 “Yeah.” You knew you had that same smile on your face, but it just wouldn’t go away. His energy was contagious. “Definitely.” 

 “Great.” He winked at you one last time then left, closing the door behind him, and finally snapping you out of your spell. 

 You leaned against the dresser and stared at the slip of paper in your hands, committing the number to memory. 

 You were definitely going to take him up on that offer. 

-

perm tag list: @dv0412 @siriuslyslyslytherin​

[issaxcharlie]

You’ll always be the answer

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Fem Reader

Requested: YES💚

Summary: For the first time Charlie and Y/N have to do an interview together and things get pretty interesting and chaotic as always with the couple.

*In the wired autocomplete section the part of the question that was covered will be in bold*

Pretty much based in the we say we’re friends world, (yes, again😤 I love their dynamic I’m sorry) you only need to know that Y/N is a musician by profession, wrote the JATP soundtrack, a childhood friend of Charlie and now his current girlfriend.

The couple is completely excited because today they have their first interviews after the confirmation of the second season of Julie and The Phantoms, and usually they are not on the same interview team so this is new. Charlie always does them with the band and the singer usually does them with director Kenny Ortega representing the people behind the scenes.

“Hello everyone, I’m Charlie Gillespie and I play Luke in Julie And The Phantoms.”

“And I’m Y/N Y/L and I play Daniela in Stardust.”

“Baby, you are here today as the songwriter of the album.”

“I know?” She thinks for a few seconds until she realizes what she said. “Oh. Well, this is embarrasing. Make my selfpromo accident worthwhile and watch Stardust after watching JATP!”

“Nice safe, beautiful. Pretty natural.” Her boyfriend teases as she smiles proudly.

“I like to believe I could be an actress.” Charlie begins to laugh at the seriousness with which she answered and looks at her, full of happiness. He loves that they can enjoy moments like this where their careers can go exactly on the same track.

They know that it will not always be this way so they should make the most of the experience.

“I’m excited to have you back, Y/N. And a pleasure to meet you Charlie. You both sure are full of amazing energy, I love it. Let’s start with the questions. Charlie, this is your first leading and in a fairly complete role, you acted, sang, danced and even wrote one of the songs, how was the experience?”

“Pure magic. They are all incredibly talented and so supportive of us, they worked so hard to unleash our full potential in an accelerated manner. They had a lot of patience with me in the dance part, they taught me to use my voice properly, they supported me in the change to electric guitar, it was simply a dream to work with every single person in the project.”

“Sounds amazing. Next question is for you, Y/N. Much has been said about the unreal chemistry between Julie and Luke. How was it for you as his girlfriend to have to witness it live? As I understand you were present throughout the recording."

"Oh man, it was awesome!" Charlie laughs at her pure response and the interviewer looks at her in disbelief.

"I'm Team Juke all the way. I know I may sound like a liar or something since I'm the girlfriend, but here's the thing.

I can't see my Char in Luke. Charlie is so good at bringing him to life that I can't believe that cool rockstar is my adorable goofball. It’s like Clark and Superman with the glasses thing. Beanie and electric guitar? Oh, hi Luke. You are so hot, wait... don’t tell Charlie I said that! Bandana and acoustic guitar? Hey baby, give me a kiss in the forehead and sing me to sleep.

What I was saying again? Oh, yeah. So... I see Juke and I’m soft, they are perfect for each other.”

“So you think Luke is hot, huh.” he pretends to be jealous and folds his arms.

“What can I say, I have a thing for rockstars, my legs melted during now or never."

He snorted a laugh. “Good to know.”

The interviewer cannot contain a laugh of her own.

"It's always a pleasure to have you here, Y/N. You are such a character and I always enjoy listening to you, and I love that even though the years go by and you are no longer so new in the industry you continue to have that fresh and iconic personality."

“Thank you so much Maria, If I can be myself here it is thanks to the beautiful atmosphere that your interviews always have.”

“My pleasure, ‘golden star’. Let’s continue. Y/N, We know you already knew Charlie, but who did you get along with better from the rest of the cast?”

“Oh my, definitely Owen. He was Charlie's roommate throughout the project so we hang out together a lot in our free time taking turns as third wheel. I'm pretty sure he's going to apply the same card to me this second season now that I'm gonna be the roommate.

But it’s okay, I totally deserve it. May the best third wheel win, Joyner!” Charlie grins and does a fistbump with his girlfriend who looks really hyped about going back to Canada with the band.

“I’m rooting for you, girl! Let’s go back to Charlie a little bit. The album that Y/N wrote is a resounding success and a very important piece for the series to be as brilliant as they are. I imagine that the four of you have a special affection for the album, but how do you feel that your girlfriend was the one who wrote a soundtrack of that level for such a special project in your career?”

Charlie looks so proud. He looks at her in a way that makes the young woman blush.

“I’m just so blessed that the things happened they way they did. She’s the love of my life, you know? I couldn't be more proud to sing her songs. She has always been insanely talented and nothing gives me more happiness that knowing she gets to do what she loves and is able to share it with the world.”

The singer's eyes water and she puts her head on the actor's shoulder, who kisses her hair sweetly.

“You two are so pure and so cute to watch, I have a new favorite celebrity couple.”

They continue the interview for a few more minutes and then they have to move on to the second section, in which they are handed some boards with the most searched questions on the internet regarding them.

“Okay guys, introduce yourselves again. I’m not going to be in the segment this time so you’ll have to help each other.”

Both agree without confessing that they have seen videos of this segment until 5 in the morning when they have nothing to do the next day and have sleepovers.

“Hi, we are Charlie Gillespie and Y/N Y/L and will be doing the wired-autocomplete interview today!”

“Okay handsome, let’s start with yours.” Charlie smiles and takes the sign in his hands, while his girlfriend removes the first tape and reveals the first question.

“Does Charlie Gillespie have a girlfriend?” Charlie smiles proudly and kisses his girls nose.

“I do, and she’s so adorable.” He touches gently her cheek and she closes her eyes at his touch.

He gives her a light kiss in the forehead and then uncovers the next question.

“What is Charlie Gillespie like in real life.”

“I’ll answer this one, Char’s a total goofball. He is cheerful, funny, always full of energy, talented, caring, and really, really hot. All done, next question!”

He laughs while blushing and reveals the next one. “Is Charlie Gillespie married?”

“Well I tried but someone ate the ring.”

“I would do it again, it was really good. Answering the question, he is not yet, but he is taking too long, maybe one of these days I will declare myself.”

He opens his eyes wide, he knows very well that his girlfriend is capable of doing it, and honestly he wants to be who does it, so he makes a mental note to prepare everything soon. Thank god he is working on the rings already.

“It’s Y/N still dating...”

“If the question says Ross Lynch I’m goin’ to lose it. No shade though, man.”

She laughs, after the James Larkin show, a lot of people showed anger as they felt that she was a much better match with the blonde, and Charlie couldn't help but feel a bit offended.

“...Charlie Gillespie! Yes, baby!” Both high five, Charlie looks almost relieved, is adorable.

“The answer is always yes folks, get use to it.”

“Who is Y/N’s best friend?”

“Well, this one is easy.” She turns to see Charlie and gives him a flirtatious little smile. He blushes and reaches out to kiss her, but she answers the question just before their lips touch.

“Ross Lynch.” She leans over and presses her lips against his for a few seconds as Charlie reacts to her response and then gapes in disbelief.

“You did nOT.” He laughs and and wrinkles his nose feigning annoyance.

“Yes I dID. But to be honest, has to be this man right here. Not a lot people know this but we’ve been best friends all our lives, so yeah. You baby, of course.” He blushes and kisses her hand, clearly happy with the answer.

“Is Y/N going to be in Julie And The Phantoms S2?”

“Will you?” He asks, genuinely curious. She never tells him what Kenny secretly confesses her about the project so as not to be unfair to the other members of the band.

“I will, but probably still back the scenes, guys. I'm really enjoying this part and learning from the best of the best so I am very happy not to be in front of the camera for now.”

“And you are doing an amazing work, love.” She grins and kisses his cheek.

“Thank you for watching us being ridiculously corny for 30 minutes, don't forget to watch Julie and the Phantoms Season 2 only on Netflix! I feel sorry for that poor people that will have to see how cheesy we are.”

“We were still recording Y/N, but never mind. The editing team has a lot of work ahead.”

“Well, damn. I’m sorry guys!” Charlie laughs for the thousandth time today. There is nothing better in life than sharing your days with your best friend. He can't wait to formalize that ‘forever’.

Thank you for reading✨

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