#btw @ the other person who sent me an ask some days ago: I'll answer it when i have some time! i want to research some numbers so i haven't

[useless-catalanfacts]

Just found out there's a rugby team in France named Catalans Dragons.. 😳

It's the rugby team from Perpinyà, the capital city of Northern Catalonia. The team's colours are the colour of the Catalan flag and the team's anthem is Els segadors, the anthem of Catalonia.

Northern Catalonia has suffered a very strong ethnocide at the hands of France. The French public school system, media, government, etc has been discriminating them and repressing them for over a century in a very psychological way as well as beating children for speaking Catalan. This results in a population that has to fight with extreme amounts of self-hatred, and where many families have stopped passing down Catalan to their children because they are so ashamed of it, that they think their children will have a better future if they're not tainted by this "inferior" language. In this context, Dragons Catalans and USAP are a place to express Catalanity and come together as a community (like Barça was for Southern Catalans during the Franco dictatorship).

[pinkthrone445]

Will I ever know what it feels to hold you close?

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender :Fluff fluff fluff

Warnings:I don't think so

Summary:You and Mel meet on a dating app, but due to a bug in the app, you match even though you live many miles apart.

Author's note: Special fic for @neverfindmegone ♥️ for her birthday!

I hope you like this, I wanted to make it the most special possible for you to make you feel as special as you made me feel last week for my birthday, but it was a little bit hard to capture your soul and heart in just a fic, thank you for everything you do for me. Happy birthday sweetheart and enjoy. Cherry!

You were staring at the giant mirror against the wall, your foot was tapping on the floor, your stomach felt like it wanted to come out of your mouth, you've never looked so beautiful and felt so nervous and decomposed at the same time. Your cell phone that was on the dresser rang warning that you had a notification, with trembling hands you took it and smiled when you saw who sent the message

-♠️ MyMissPoker ♥️: "Hello my love, I'm dying to see you, I miss you so much... I hope in a day like this you can feel how much I love you even when I'm not there"-Melissa had sent you a message that immediately calmed your nerves and you couldn't help but remember with happiness how you came to know each other years ago, through a first message like this...

You remembered how you got to talk to each other 5 years ago

You were having lunch at work when your cell phone vibrated with a notification, confused you grabbed your cell phone while the others were talking to each other.

"Miss Poker has sent you a message" the notification said

-MissPoker: "Hello, I love the pictures you have posted, you have talent, and those little poems were pure perfection"-The message read and you frowned. Not long ago, you had downloaded a dating app as your friends had insisted because it had been a while since you had dated anyone. You agreed to do it, but if they let you choose which app it would be. In the end you signed up for one that was very anonymous, the only thing you entered was some personal interests and some photos of things you liked next to a alias, you didn't enter your real name or photos of yourself, and the app showed you people with the same interest that were close by.

The truth is that you had signed up for that one because you thought that no one would talk to you with the photos you had posted, that's why you had been so surprised to receive a notification on your cell phone. It was true that you had uploaded some pictures of the things you painted in your spare time, but you never thought that anyone would like it.

You carefully opened the profile of the person who had spoken to you, in her photos you could see a dog, a photo of some books, another of a baseball field, some cooking pictures, a dance hall and some pictures of the moon.

Curious, you decided to open the messages and answer her

-Littlechef(you):"Thank you...nice pictures too, I'm guessing you like cooking?" - You asked softly laughing about the silly interaction

-MissPoker:"Yes, I looove cooking. You too? Or you have that name in honor or ratatouille?" - The woman answered and you laughed looking at your phone

-Littlechef:"I'm a chef actually..."-You replied a little nervously, not knowing why

-MissPoker:"Isn't the funny thing about this app the anonymous part?.. But since you told me what you do for a living I'll tell you what I do too, I'm an elementary school teacher, the best in the whole school" - The woman replied and you stared at the message for a few seconds

-Littlechef: "the funny thing about this is get to know each other without knowing how we look and let ourselves influence by it... How we will get to know each other if we don't talk about ourselves?" - You replied and she sent a laughing emoji

-MissPoker: "you got me there... I'm Melissa btw, nice to meet you" - she replied and you wondered if it would be right to give your name to a complete stranger, but it was what you first did when you met someone in person, so you thought it wouldn't hurt to do it here

-Littlechef: "I'm (Y/N), nice to meet you too" - You replied without having the slightest idea how important a complete stranger would become to you.

From that day forward the conversation began to flow, from casual conversations to deeper ones, and there was no longer a day when you didn't talk to her.

You also remembered those first feelings for her even if you denied at the moment

Her notifications made you let out that silly laugh every time, like a child does when he gets into some mischief. You were always checking your phone. Her notification brightened your day in a surprising way and made you happy how easy everything was with her, there was always a topic of conversation and she always knew what to say when you got quiet. She was amazing.

Just talking to her made you feel a warmth in your soul that you didn't really know how to handle, to be honest it scared you a little, you had been hurt before and you had sworn to avoid relationships at least for a while, but everything was so perfect that it was hard not to feel something for her even when you haven't seen her face yet. Her way of being was the perfect compliment for you.

You remembered the first time you saw how she was

One day you decided it was time to forget the anonymous part and put a face to the name, so you exchanged photos. You were really nervous about that, what if she thought you were ugly? You knew she was older and that didn't bother you, that even turn you on a little bit, but what if she wasn't what you expected?.. You were so nervous and scared for the unknown but at the same time so thrilled to finally see her... So you each send 3 pictures to each other.

If you had fallen in love with her personality, her face was something else and made you fall even more, she was perfection itself. For God's sake, what a beautiful woman, her hair with those soft curls, her beautiful smile, her eyes shining in a particular way that made you feel warmth and peace, and her sharp cheeks looked like they had been formed by an artist with a chisel. If we are the creation of a God, she was his masterpiece, pure perfection. And let's not talk about her body and the things it made you feel...

She told you repeatedly how beautiful you were too, but you felt like a worm every time you saw her pictures again. You were so lucky.

Also, after the photos, you exchanged numbers too and you immediately deleted the dating app. Your heart was already hers even if you didn't knew at that moment.

You also remembered your first sad moment together

One particular day, you shared a picture of a place where you were painting, you had finished work and went to a particular place you liked to eat something and paint a little. You and Mel had been talking about meeting in person, but that day everything changed and your hopes fade a little. When she asked what you were doing, you told her and decided to send a picture of the place and what you were creating . You never expect Mel's answer

-"You don't live in Phily?"-Her comment left you a little bit lost and confused. The app was supposed to connect you with people who were close to you, but something went wrong and somehow you and Mel were able to see each other's profile even though you lived veeery far away.

You had never thought about it, you had both assumed you lived nearby but you were wrong. That day you both wondered if it made sense to keep talking and making plans to meet each other if you lived so far away, but after much consideration, you decided to see where all this was going despite the distance and kept talking.

Thank goodness you decided to do it, because fate had big plans for you. Love knows no distances and would continue to grow until your heart and hers came together.

You also remembered the ways in which she was always present even when she was far away

You decided to call her, you were about to have a panic attack, your country wasn't very stable and your job was laying off people because it wasn't enough to pay everyone. Mel listened patiently to all your fears and worries

-"What if I'm next? One of my friends was laid off and she had been there longer than me. I really like this job and I don't want to lose it, Mel. I don't know if I have the good qualities to find another one. I'm really scared" - You commented to the redhead while you were crying, while it hurt her to see you like this, she wouldn't let you be sad for long and she wouldn't let you alone on this

-"Hey Hon... Breath please... Let's not get ahead of ourselves, you're an incredible worker, you do everything in that place, I've seen how many amazing things you do, you're worth a lot and I don't think you'll be taken out. And if they do, you'll get a job in no time, you've got incredible talent in the kitchen and doing so many other things, you've got a good time of experience and that helps for a new job, you'll do well and I will be here to help you... But again, let's focus on the present, you still have work, stay focused on that, nothing bad will happen, Okey?"-The redhead whispered, and you nodded a little more calmly when you heard her voice, even if it was on the phone.

In the end she was right, the layoffs stopped and you even got a raise. Like that occasion, she was helping you through every difficult moment.

You remember all the things she did to be present for you even on the distance

Mel figured out how to use her cards to deliver food or snacks you liked.

She also learned how to play some games that you showed her to play with you, it was very funny to hear her insult while you played war games against other people, you almost every time won at uno.

Sometimes you would make video calls and watch movies together even at a distance.

And every night she would call you and tell you things about her day until you fell asleep together.

Every step you took there was her holding your hand and encouraging you, helping you to become a better version of yourself.

You even introduced her to some of your friends via video call and she did the same, so you met Barbara, Janine and Jacob.

One day the two of you decided to formalize things when you noticed how the talks were no longer just a talk of friends, but of something more. Mel wasn't one to believe in long-distance relationships, but somehow everything was working out better than expected.

Time passed with countless calls, photos, videos, sexual calls, and many many messages and audios.

Every once in a while you would send her a package of things for her and she would buy you things too.

There were days when you missed her presence even when you'd never really had her around, she always said that she was right there with you, but that didn't made the distance easier. It's weird to explain, but you can miss someone you've never meet.

You remembered how after months of missing her, the two of you finally met for the first time

When your work and hers allowed it, you agreed to travel to the same place to meet in person, she traveled with Barbara and you with your best friend.

The first hug, that first hug was something that was etched in your memory. You waited for her at the airport because you got there first, when she finally saw you she dropped everything and hugs you so tightly, no a word was shared, but you remember how everything was said in silence. Her hands fit perfectly in the hollow of your back, your height fit perfectly with hers, her perfume was the richest thing you have ever smelled in your life and finally your heart felt at peace.

You spent a week together, having amazing sex, walking, cuddling, taking the opportunity to sleep and bathe together, creating memories and making plans for the future, you even stole a pair of shirts to take home and have her smell close.

That was the first of many trips, every time you had the opportunity you got together to see each other even for a few days.

Your soul craved her in a way that never happened before to you.

Back to the present

A sigh left your lips as you remembered all those things, thousands of things had happened in between those years, even some arguments, but everything was fixed and you stayed together through all. Remembering all of that, remembering how you are able to feel Mel's love in everything she did from day one, made you cry lost in your mind and memories, missing her and feeling sad for some reason.

The sound of a new notification took you out of your thoughts and with your trembling hands you wiped your tears a little and picked up your cell phone

-♠️ MyMissPoker ♥️: "Hey sweetheart, is everything okay?.."-Mel sent you the first message many minutes ago, but when you started to remind everything that had happened over the years, you had forgotten to answer her and she got worried

-You: "no... I miss you, I need you here, I don't want you to be far away specially in a day like this" - You answered and she immediately called you, as soon as you answered she could hear your soft sobs

-"Baby, what happened?" - The redhead asked very worriedly-"I'm here, why are you crying? Are you having second thoughts? Did I do something wrong?"-You sighed trying to calm your crying and be able to answer

-"you are perfect, but I need you, I need you to feel you close" - You whispered in a weak voice

-"I'll go there right now, I'm just a few blocks away and I'm mostly ready, wait for me" - Mel answered and you heard her take her keys and her sister screamed in the background for her to come back

-"But it's bad luck to see each other before the wedding" - You whispered

-"It's also bad luck that one of the brides is crying of sadness in their special day... Besides, we have been apart too much time already, God will understand..."-she joked and you sobbed and laughed at the same time

-"Your sister will kill you" - You whispered laughing when you heard the screams

-"We will figure something out, wait for me, I'm coming. I love you"-She responded quickly, and you heard her sister get in the car with her

-"I love you more" - You answered and waited for her to arrive. After a few minutes you felt a soft knock on the door and then Mel's sister came in with a blindfold for your eyes and another for the redhead, so you and Mel could be together without seeing each other and without the bad luck.

Seconds after putting on the blindfold you felt how arms hugged your waist, you immediately hugged her again hiding in her neck letting out a sigh that you didn't know you were holding. You could tell she was almost ready because her dress was pressed against you and her hair was up. You finally felt safe again

-"Thank you for coming...I missed you" - You whispered and held her tighter hiding as much as possible in the crook of her neck

-"I missed you too... For a second I got scared that you were having second thoughts... I love you so much, I'm sure you are gorgeous right now" - The redhead kissed your forehead and held you until you calmed down completely, even though you couldn't see her, she was filling all your senses and that was all you need it to feel better. After a few minutes she kissed you forehead again-"Ready?" - She asked and you nodded while still hugging her

-"Ready...I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together" - You whispered kissing her

-"I'll waiting for you" - She answered and you let her go to finish arranging the last details to be perfect on your most special day, your wedding and the beginning of a live together.

[acourtofthought]

Hi! I sent you an ask a couple of days ago and I'm not sure if you saw it because it was just before mother's day (btw, belated happy mother's day!!), but I'm interested in your opinion so I'm sending it again.

Although, if you simply didn't want to answer that particularly ask I'll understand and I apologize in advance for any inconvenience.

I've seen some Elriels using the line 'that love would trump even a mating bond' as some kind of foreshadowing or even a confirmation of their ship, but it's kind of starting to irritate me because I really can see it making a reference to Elucien.

Maybe I'm so desperate for an announcement that I'm grasping at any possible crumbs, but here's my logic:

Feyre and Nesta ran away from their mating bond the moment they found out or were confronted about it because it was the last shred of their humanity to hold. Imagine this situation amplified with Elain, who loved being human and the mundane things correlated with her humanity.

I can see her in denial regarding the bond until the last minute, but what she will not be able to control is the love she will eventually feel and nurture for Lucien once she gets the chance to really know him. It'll be her love for him, their love, that will finally allow her to overcome her prejudice against the bond and to finally be open to the magical, sacred, and eternal tie she has with Lucien.

So love would indeed trump a mating bond.

I'm sorry for my delay in responding and thank you for the Mothers Day wishes ❤️

It is a silly argument, isn't it? It's their big catch phrase to try to make E/riel more romantic than they are but with Sarah's writing, love always trumps the mating bond especially because as you said the mating bond is the thing that often puts a wedge between the FMC and MMC (at least in the ACOTAR series). To your point, Feyre was nearly ready to open her heart to Rhys then ran away from him when she found out about the bond. Nesta was willing to love Cassian but got into a big fight with him when he tried to call her mate. Elain is avoiding Lucien for the sole fact that they have a bond.

So these sisters are not picking these guys because they have a mating bond when it's the thing they are running from. The mating bond is the equivalent of a meet cute, fate saying "Hey!! This is someone I think you should meet!" but it's not the reason any of them fall in love. They fall in love for who the person is, their bravery, their kindness, their selflessness, etc.

How can E/riel's love trump a mating bond when it can't even trump a regular kind of love? I've never read Az or Elain giving a single reason for why they have feelings for the other. Elain has never spoken of Azriel's kindness towards her or his bravery. Az has never mentioned Elain's intelligence, humor or her bravery. I couldn't give you a single canon reason for what they like about the other whereas in the Cassian bonus he noted Nesta's steel and cunning mind. Where Rhys tells us he fell in love with Feyre, not because she was his mate, but because she wasn't afraid of him and she was defiant towards Amarantha. The Az bonus would have been a perfect time for us to witness exactly what it is they're drawn too but instead we have Az letting Rhys think he just wants her because he's jealous he didn't get a bond, that he was preparing to use her in place of a pleasure hall, we have him noting GWYN'S charming irreverence. And in the actual book we have Elain giving credit to Feyre for her rescue, Az claiming Elain shouldn't search for the trove with Amren reprimanding him and Az giving credit to Nesta for killing the king in HOFAS. So I am truly left confused because I don't see either of them saying anything complimentary about the other. Az likes how she looks and that she got him a gift but beyond that.....?????

And really, love on its own can't trump love with a mating bond because without a bond it's just love.

Not that there is anything wrong with "just love" but it's kind of like saying we're both eating brownies when in fact mine is a brownie sundae.

Brownie's are delicious, no one is turning their nose up at a brownie. But if my brownie has ice cream and hot fudge and whipped cream, there is something that sets my brownie apart from yours and no matter how good your brownie is, you still can't call your brownie a brownie sundae.

Love is love and all of it is beautiful.

But love WITH a mating bond is always going to be something a little extra and trying to spin it any other way is simply someone pretending they are eating ice cream with their brownie when they are actually not.

At present Elain and Lucien only have a mating bond, not love with a mating bond. But if their characters fall in love in one of the next books, they would have the brownie sundae, not just a brownie and the same cannot be said for e/riel.

[thesugarhole]

hey, hi. sorry for sending this ask. I know it’s inappropriate, but we badly needed some help right and i hope you’d consider .. its for our elder cat who needs immediate care, you can find the post here. i pinned it also in my blog btw. Hoping you’d be so kind to boost/share to help us alleviate the cost as it would tremendously help us a lot. if you can, pls try to answer this privately as some people might i pressure you to do so.. i know its weird, just wanted to avoid it if possible. Thanks a lot, and sorry again for being so direct. 🙏

you people genuinely fucking disgust me. its always the same scam, its ALMOST always the same cat, its always the same method of finding people to send this shit to- like i almost have it down to a T, with how patternized i get these asks. usually i dont have to look into it more than 2 minutes before blocking and reporting, but you happen to catch my ire specifically because ive been having a very shit couple of months lately.

make a blog

reblog some fandom and pets shit to make it look well lived (yall been severely slacking on it, you barely have 50 posts

first ever reblog from staff being one day ago

compose the bait post (poorly done everytime by the way. what fucking wednesday??? next week? next month? you sent this to me on a friday)

make sure you cycle your sick cat images, lest you send the exact same one to the same person within the span of two months!

go to popular cat image of the week

scroll through every note, follow, send ask

uwuu im so sorry to bother but pls reblog or donate my cat is very sick and im on disability and i have paper skin and the cat has glass bones please please please please. ANSWER PRIVATELY RAWWWWUGHR

people who you catch in their first ever sick cat scam give you a buck

seasoned users block and report

eventually some speak out, scam dedicated blogs share it

grift over before the week ends (seriously, ive never seen you guys stick for more than a week to this crap, its either you find a lot of newbies giving you a dollar fast enough, or you get caught fast enough.

no idea if its the same dumbass trying it everytime, changing names to 'emily' to 'sherri' to whatever, but you people are nuts to not give up on this scheme in particular because you manage to snag a couple bucks from the notoriously non fact-checking tumblr userbase.

i dont even know where yall grab the fake vet bills because at this point the same sick cats images/videos have been using the same five animals. hell, HERE'S ONE reblogged just five days ago (currently: 28/10/2023) from the person im reblogging from! and heres YOUR post i guess, for comparison. youre welcome for my reblog. at least you switch out language and disability points and vet bills with more frequency that you switch the cats. sick cats in a vet environment are harder to come by, i'll asume.

the literal audacity one of you had some months ago to grab an actual sick pet from an actual tumblr user looking to pay their vet bills for your grift is nothing short of vile, and im happy other people including the actual cat owner got to document it. and i can also hope the cat itself is fine and recovered, or at least in a better place.

fucking grow up and get out of my inbox with your rabbie dee ass posts (man, remember that one? geesh.)

[catzula]

Seven stages of falling in love.

Synopsis: You're afraid of needles and Bakugou is not the most suitable person that should be handling your shots for seven days.

Pairing: bakugou x reader

Warnings: cursing, I have no idea how long it is since it's written on my phone this time, probably a lot of errors

Genre: fluff, some tiny bit angst but a happy ending so no worries

A/N: I was on a 9-hour road trip and wrote this to keep me sane.

BTW 50 followers yaay!

Day 1

"What do you mean I need to get antibiotic shots for a week?!" You exclaimed, refusing to believe what you just heard. It was just a sore throat, or so you had thought. You never liked doctors, so you rarely saw one, but when your 'sore throat' lasted for a whole month, your friends literally forced you to go see one.

You knew it wasn't anything important, but maybe it would help to get a home rest for a day or two, giving you a little more time to binge anime study for that one exam that was coming up.

All your hopes and dreams died when you;

a) didn't get to have any home rest, cause apparently, you didn't have to stay home for a sore throat,

b) had to get shots for a week?!

This was why you hated doctors! You went in for a sore throat, hoping to get a home rest, and got what? A week of-

"It means what I just said." The doctor answered your question gruffly, making you send him a questioning look. Weren't the doctors supposed to be all nice and smiley? This one sure wasn't.

"I don't want to!" You whined, "Isn't there a pill or something I could take?" He sent you a look that could only mean, are you dumb or something?

But you couldn't care less about what he thought about you, though he was one of the most handsome men you had ever seen, all you were thinking about was doing whatever you could to not get any shots. "Is there no other way?" You asked, once again. This caused him to sigh loudly, turning his red eyes once again on you.

"No. You'll come here every day for a week to get shots, no pills, no nothing. Okay?" The harsh tone of his voice sent chills through your body, blood-red eyes of his made you wonder if they were real. "I- uh... Yeah, okay." You told him, feeling a little intimidated, though you wouldn't admit it if it killed you.

He turned his back to you while he prepared the syringe, giving you the perfect chance to look at him without being crushed under his crimson gaze.

His shoulders were so wide and his waist so narrow, it created the perfect triangle. You could see his the muscles of his arms flexing with every move, you almost felt unable to take your eyes off of his arms. But what stood out the most was his ash blonde, spiky hair. It defied the gravity in a way you had never seen before, and you just wanted to run your fingers through them, wondering if they were as hard as they looked.

He turned his face to you, you knew he noticed you staring, you could see that by the smirk he sent you, though he didn't comment on it.

You took deep breaths in, trying to calm yourself, though you could feel the blood draining from your face, your hands shaking ever so slightly. His brows furrowed, a look of slight frustration on his face. "You okay?"

You gulped, biting your lip. "I- I'm just..." you didn't want to admit you were scared of needles, not to him, but he did it for you. "You're scared."

You shrugged, still not admitting but not denying either. "You could say I'm not a fan." He rolled his eyes, looking at you as you were dumb. "Nobody is a fan." You could swear you heard him mumble, dumbass under his breath.

He pressed the base of the syringe slightly, testing it, not noticing or simply ignoring the look you had sent him. He rubbed alcohol on your arm, bringing the syringe closer. He was about to stick it when you couldn't stop yourself and gripped his wrist with all your might. Your hand couldn't wrap his wrist at all, and he could have ripped it free so easily, though he didn't.

"What the-"

"Wait!" You told him, not aware of what you were doing, your fear taking over. "Please don't? I don't- don't want... it."

"Come on, it doesn't hurt that much." He told you, feeling his frustration growing bigger with every second that past. He was Bakugou Katsuki, for fucks sake, he wasn't supposed to deal with little girls afraid of needles.

He was the number one of his class, he always was. He decided he wanted to be a doctor and save lives when he was so little, and he always had that dream in him. He worked so hard to achieve that, and now he was spending his summer as an intern in the best hospital of Japan, the hospital he always wanted to work at.

But this wasn't it! Ever since he started, they gave him small, insignificant things to do, like check-ups he was doing now. Sore throat? Who did they think he was, making him check sore throats and runny noses?

He felt so frustrated, he didn't notice you trembling like a leaf under his touch. Your eyes were so wide open, filled with pure fear, your under lip trembling, your hands gripped his wrist like it was your lifeline.

"I'm sorry-" you told him. "I just can't... can't stand needles."

He sighed, though he could feel his frustration disappearing slightly.

"That's fine, I guess." He told you, earning a hopeful glance from you. "Just look at me, nowhere else." That wasn't hard, was it? You couldn't take your eyes off of him anyways. You locked your eyes with his, noticing how oddly soothing his hard toned voice was.

"Listen to me, okay?" He told you. "My name's Bakugou. I went to UA Medical school, and this is my third year, 'm an intern here." You never would have guessed he was that young, only a year older than you, and he went to one of the hardest universities in Japan?

You never once looked away from his eyes, trying to forget the sharp object that was about to enter your skin. When he asked about you, you gulped, you were about to send a small glance at your arm, the one he was holding, but he gripped your chin with his free hand, not letting you look anywhere else, but his eyes.

"I- I'm Y/N." You whispered. "I'm going to ****, and I'm a second year." He nodded, and you smiled weakly.

"That's cool." He told you, "though not cooler than the fact that I finished your shot almost two minutes ago." A smug grin was now curving his lips.

"You what?!" You exclaimed, you looked at your arm, which now had a small band-aid. "You- you... how did you do that?" You asked him, smiling uncontrollably.

"A doctor never reveals his secrets." He told you, though you saw he had a small smile too.

You took your bag and coat, about to exit the room when you sent a small glance his way. "Thank you, doctor Bakugou. " You told him, earning a surprised look from him.

Nobody had ever thanked him this way before.

Day 2

"Hi," you stood at the door, not sure whether you should enter or just stay there.

"Why the hell are you standing there?" He asked you roughly. "Oh, uh, sorry." He shrugged, sipping his coffee. You could tell by the smell that it was pure poison, or in other words, espresso.

"Don't apologize and sit down already."

You sat down, feeling uncomfortable, though you weren't sure why. Maybe it was because you showed him your vulnerable side the day before? You weren't sure. 

Your eyes wandered over his figure, he looked as handsome as he was the first time you saw him, or maybe even more? It shouldn't be allowed to be so handsome, you thought. And why did that white coat look so good on him?

Though he was aware of you watching his every move, he didn't want to say anything about it since he could feel your growing panic as he walked towards you with the syringe in his hands.

"We're doing it as we did it yesterday. "He told you, "You're looking at me, and me only." He smirked when he saw you nodding. "Good."

"Now, tell me, what are you studying?" He shook his head, genuinely looked interested as he listened you blabbering. "Why are you doing this?" You asked him. "Is it for the money?"

He shrugged, though he had a smirk on. "I'll tell you about that another day since you're good to go."

"No way!" You told him, looking at your arm, which was once again already stung, cleaned, and stuck with a cute little band-aid.

"You're the best. " You told him as you giggled, still not over the fact that he already gave you two shots without you even noticing.

"Of course I'm the fucking best." He told you, making you giggle once again. "Not sure you should be using that language around your patients, Doctor Bakugou."

He made a tch noise, turning his back to you. "Whatever, go complain to the administration or something." His voice was harder than you had ever heard from him, though to his surprise, you giggled as you walked to the door.

"Of course I'm not going to do that," you told him, smiling sweetly. "Don't expect me to complain about my favorite doctor."

With that, you left the room, leaving Bakugou once again struck with shock. Nobody ever told him he was their favorite doctor, on the contrary, people loved to complain about his angry behavior and foul mouth.

And though he would never accept it, he smiled ever so slightly, noticing a warm feeling spreading to his chest.

Day 3

"Hey, doctor." You entered the room, a big smile on your face that you didn't seem to have any control over.

"Hey." He answered, making you surprised. This was the first time he said 'hey' back. "I noticed you changed our appointment hours." It used to be in the morning but you had learned just today that he changed it to 13:00.

"Yeah." He answered, looking a little uncomfortable. "Why?" You asked further, but your eyes widened a little when you noticed his cheeks had a pink tint to them. "I fucking wanted to, okay?"

"Okay," you told him, laughingly. "I was just curious, you know?"

Nope, you weren't just curious. You wanted to know if it was because he had a date or something, and even though that didn't make any sense at all, you just couldn't help yourself.

What he didn't tell you was that he did change your appointments because of a girl, you. He switched your appointment to right before his lunch break so he could spend a little more time with you, though he couldn't even admit that himself.

"Don't be." He answered as you sat down. This time he had prepared the syringes before you came so that you wouldn't get anxious as he prepared them in front of you.

"That looks like a nice book." He told you as he rubbed your arm with alcohol. You were so stressed that you couldn't even understand what book he was referring to, not aware that you were holding the book in your hands for your dear life. "It's my favorite book." You answered, not looking away from his eyes. You could swear you saw his eyes in your dream last night.

"What's it about?" He asked, once again, looking genuinely interested. You loved talking about books, so much that people would sometimes ask you to stop. But he looked so interested, like he was actually listening, not because he had to, but he wanted to, you couldn't stop.

You started talking about this book, jumping to talk about another, then another. He joined you some time, you weren't really sure when. You started to talk about your favorite books, you talked about his favorite book, argued on one book that he liked, but you hated, did the same with a book you loved, and he didn't.

The conversation lasted so long, and you wouldn't have stopped if your phone hadn't ringed. "Oh, fuck." You mumbled under your breath, realizing you were in there for at least an hour and a half. "I'm so sorry, I lost control!" You told him, laughing nervously. Did you bore him to death?

"It's okay, I guess." He told you, his hand scratching the back of his neck. "You do talk too fucking much, but it wasn't necessarily bad. And it was actually my lunch break, so I won't get in trouble or shit."

"Oh, okay." You answered smiling once again. "I guess, I owe you lunch now."

You exited his room before you let him answer, you were afraid he was going to tell you to fuck off or something, though you had never thought he would agree, he was about to do just that before you sprinted out the room.

He realized only minutes after you exited that you left your 'favorite book' behind, only for him to read it.

Day 4

"Instant noodles?" He asked you, with a look on his face you couldn't quite interpret. It resembled something along the lines of trying to hold his laughter in and thinking you were the dumbest person on the earth.

"I did owe you lunch, you know." You told him. 

"Yeah, I know, but I thought you meant something like a bagel or some shit, somewhere outside the hospital."

Thinking back, maybe instant noodles were a bad idea.

"How about tomorrow?" You asked. He shrugged, "Fine, whatever." He looked indifferent, but his pink-tinted cheeks told you he wasn't.

He shrugged, you noticed he did this a lot when he was uncomfortable, you also noticed how fast your heartbeat was every day you entered this room, and not because of the needles.

You noticed how, since the first day, you woke up feeling excited about seeing him. Thinking about what you were going to talk about that day, as you go about your day when something happened, you found yourself thinking about telling it to him the next day.

You noticed how your heart clenched, a dreadful feeling in your stomach, when you thought about the week was coming to an end.

You noticed you were starting to... fall in love with him.

You talked about this to your friends too, and they were more than aware of how your eyes glistened when you talked about him, how you smiled unintentionally.

And the problem was, that he was also aware of all these too. He saw how you looked at him, and he wasn't dumb, he knew what these meant, as well as the tightening in his chest.

You weren't the only one, waking up, excited to see each other. When Denki said something dumb, he thought about telling it to you the next day, he thought about what he could talk about with you to soothe you the next time you gripped his wrist, asking him to stop with teary eyes, he never ever wanted to see you looking that afraid ever again. Hell, he even looked at wikihow, how to calm someone down when they feel afraid, and he was about to be a doctor for God's sake.

It was scary for him, to be this vulnerable for someone, to care so much in such little time, such a foreign feeling taking over his sensible part.

He was about to say something else when he noticed your knee and the very poorly wrapped bandage over it, you had 'wrapped' the bandage like a shoelace and he never in his life saw something so horrible. He sent you a look that made your cheeks all red.

"What the fuck is this?" He asked you, opening the bandage in one quick motion. "Oh, I fell yesterday, nothing too serious."

"You dumbass," Bakugou mumbled as he looked at the wound closely. "Didn't you even clean it?" He asked angrily.

"I did!" You told him. "I mean, I tried to. But it hurts when I touch it..." He rolled his eyes as he took some stuff from the drawers. "Are you afraid of these too?" He asked sarcastically, not expecting an answer, but you did anyway.

"No." You answered as you pouted. "Just needles." He shook his head as he laughed softly. "And trees at night." You mumbled and he froze.

"You have to be kidding me!" He told you, he wasn't even treating the wound anymore, but just looking at you like he waited for you to say you were joking.

"Hey! You have to admit they have a scary side to them!"

"Trees at night?"

"Don’t laugh." You pouted. "They look all shadowy and like... they have long arms, open wide like they're about to catch you and never let you go."

"Oh my God," he groaned as he went on cleaning your wound. "That’s the dumbest thing I've heard." Though he thought it was the most adorable thing he heard too. A girl afraid of needles and trees at night.

The wound stung a little, but you didn't even feel it, you were thinking deeply about wanting to touch his hair. When he finished, your knee was wrapped nicely, and it didn't even hurt anymore.

"So, you never told me why you wanted to become a doctor." You told him as you recalled your chat the first day.

"Thought you would forget about that." He told you as you laughed. "Never."

"I wanted to save people, ever since I was a kid, I wanted to be a... hero, I guess." He told you, not even sure why he was telling you such a personal thing when almost no one knew this about him.

You couldn't stop the words tumbling down your lips. "I don't know about other people, but you're my hero."

Oh, shit. Your words led to a very awkward silence, and you thought you probably shouldn't have said that, though you meant every word.

"Thank you for that." He mumbled finally, causing your head to snap up and lock your eyes with his. You didn't expect him to thank you, at all, but now you just couldn't stop grinning.

"I feel like I'm getting over my fear." You said as you looked at the band-aid on your arm, the band-aid which, once again, miraculously appeared there. There was no way he could give you a shot, clean the small wound, and put a band-aid without you noticing at all! He was either a magician or you were in too deep.

"Yeah, seems like it." He told you, though he wasn't very enthusiastic about it.

You both ate your instant noodles in silence, I'm telling you, it's a bad idea to eat instant noodles with your crush, especially if its the first time you're eating together, and you just didn't know why his presence felt so distant and so awkward all of a sudden.

After you finished your noodles, oh my God why did that last that long? you grabbed your stuff, feeling a weird tug in your chest. "I think I should go."

His crimson eyes found yours, but you had no idea what he was thinking. "Okay." 

"See you tomorrow?" You asked, but a grunt was your only answer.

Day 5

"What do you mean Doctor Bakugou has another patient?" You asked the receptionist. She looked at you like you were dumb. "He isn't available at the moment, miss. Doctor Kirishima will be looking after you today."

You didn't know who Kirishima was, but you knew you didn't want him to handle you.

"Can I maybe come later? When he's available?" You asked with the last piece of hope left in you. "I'm sorry, miss." She answered by not actually answering. You sighed as you looked at the red-haired man watching you with a smile. He looked like a nice guy, but he wasn't the reason you were here.

***

"Wow, " Kirishima rubbed his temples as he took a so from his coffee. "One patient really pushed me today."

"What?" Bakugou asked, his voice so stern, Kirishima's eyes narrowed as he looked at his friend. He was really moody lately, and Kirishima wasn't sure why.

"I had this one girl, apparently she was afraid of needles." Suddenly Bakugou's hand was gripping the glass he was holding it a little too hard. "I tried to convince her that it wasn't going to hurt, but she was crying so hard I don't think she even heard me."

"She was crying?" Bakugou's voice was nothing more than a whisper, he could feel how fast his heart was beating, and how tight the grip on his chest was. Kirishima had never seen his friend worry over someone, and he never thought he would either, but today he could sense something was up. "Well, yeah. Really hard. But it wasn't the crying that got me but more like... She was so afraid, genuinely terrified. Even after the whole thing, she kept looking at her arm and still looked scared."

Bakugou looked away, he didn't want to hear this anymore. "That must be tough."

Kirishima shrugged. "I felt bad."

That day, Bakugou left the hospital with an ache in his chest.

Day 6

You didn't want to go back to the hospital. You didn't. You were too scared.

You had thought you were over your fear, but obviously not. You could only stand them when... He was around.

The moment you thought about the spiky blonde hair and red eyes, you felt your chest tightening.

You entered the lobby, eyes instinctively going to the door that had his silver initials. Your heart fluttered in your chest, longing to see him, praying that he would be here. You walked to the receptionist. She was telling you the same thing she did yesterday -sorry ma'am, he's just not available- when the door opened, and the silhouette of a man you longed to see standing in the doorway with a cup of coffee in his hand.

A smile found its place on your lips as you started to walk towards him -the receptionist was trying to talk to you still, but who cares- feeling relief washing over you.

He was here! You felt so relieved having him here, not only because he could do your injection without you noticing -but you had to admit, that was an amazing skill right there- but also because you... trusted him. You trusted Bakugou so much, that you could open your heart to him. You loved how he listened to you when you were talking about nonsensical things, how angry of a person he was but actually so nice, how he told you he hated those 'dumbass' friends of his, desperately trying to conceal how much he loved them.

He didn't see you as you walked to him, his eyes on the paper he was holding in his hand. You were about to call his name when you heard your name being called, though it wasn't he who said it.

Your brows furrowed, eyes turning to ho was calling you. The doctor from the day before stood there next to you, with a smile plastered on his face, his hand touching your arm slightly, about to lead you to his office. "Miss Y/N, you're with me today."

Bakugou's eyes snapped up, finding you almost instantly as he heard your name being called. Realizing you were also looking at him, his crimson eyes widened a little. "But..." you started to tell Kirishima, but the guilt-stricken look Bakugou sent you that he tried to conceal told you everything you should know.

You felt like your heart that was just hammering your chest stopped, hurt spreading in your body. Bakugou wasn't coming to the appointments on purpose, avoiding you, trying to get rid of you.

Were you really that hard to deal with? He couldn't take it not even for a week? You thought about the chats you had and how much you laughed when you were near him, and your chest tightened. Maybe you just were talking too much. Or maybe, he just didn't want to deal with a girl who was afraid of needles.

You let Kirishima lead you to his office, trying not to look at the man that you just turned you back to.

Even though you avoided looking at him, Bakugou could see how hurt you were in your eyes. And as he watched you walk with Kirishima, concealing how afraid you were and how much your knees were shaking, he felt like the asshole everyone told him he was.

***

Bakugou went to Kirishima's office the second you left. "How was she?"

Kirishima sighed, taking a sip from his coffee as he watched his angry friend with curious eyes. "I don't know, man. It was just weird." Bakugou's eyes widened, his hand anxiously running through his hair. "What the fuck does that even mean, shitty-hair?!" Bakugou felt like he was going to punch his red-headed friend if he didn't give him straight answers now. And obviously, Kirishima was aware too.

"Woah, chill down. Why do you even care, Bakubro? Never saw you so interested in any of your patients." Bakugou gritted his teeth. It was true he never really cared for his patients, nothing else than their health. But it was different with you, he cared about you, and everything about you.

"Just answer the damn question already." Said Bakugou gruffly, avoiding to answer his question.

Kirishima shrugged. "It was weird." He repeated. "Yesterday she was crying, at one point she begged me not to do it. I don't think she's scared of the needle hurting him but more like the needle itself." Bakugou knew all of this, and he was going to punch him in the guts if Kirishima didn't get straight to the point. "But today she was silent."

Silent? He had never seen you silent.

"She was like a- a statue. Didn't even flinch when I stuck the needle in her, didn't cry, or said a word. She was just looking at the needle and my hand, genuinely terrified. I felt like I was stabbing her or something." Kirishima recalled the memory, and a chill went through him.

Bakugou wasn't very different either. Thinking you like that broke his heart. He could understand you crying, and he would still be mad at himself for letting you cry, but what Kirishima told him was something else. It almost made him afraid.

"Anyways, I don't know man, tomorrow's the last day anyway."

"Yeah." Bakugou mumbled as he tried to forget what Kirishima just told him.

***

Bakugou couldn't get the image of you frozen with fear out of his mind the whole day. He buried himself in his work, still not able to think about anything else but you.

He went home, exhausted.

He took a shower and ate something when he saw the book you had left for him to read laying on his dining table. Ignoring the tightening in his chest, he picked the book up, and he realized the book was the only thing that could make him stop thinking of you, even just for a second.

And as he read, nonstop, he could swear the trees he saw from his window were watching him, making him feel a little creeped out.

Hell, maybe trees at night were creepy after all.

Day 7

Bakugou was having a bad day.

First of all, he had read your favorite book the whole night, not getting any sleep whatsoever. He wasn't the type of man to stay up till night, he never liked to do so either, but he did just that. No cup of coffee was helping him either.

What was bothering him, though, was that you just wouldn't show up. It was almost the end of his lunch break, and you still weren't anywhere to be seen. He knew that because he had been asking the receptionist about you every 5 seconds for the last hour or so.

He sighed as he finished the last sentence of the last chapter, of the book he was so caught up on, and as on cue, you went in the doors as he closed the book.

Bakugou felt anxiety doubling the beating of his heart as he saw you talking to the receptionist. He started to walk to you, replaying the speech he had decided on the day before to talk to you. But as you lifted your head and your gaze found his, he forgot everything that was on his mind.

And awkward silence sneaked in between you both as he towered over you. "Uh, hey," Bakugou mumbled.

"Hey." You said. "Umm, where is doctor Kirishima?" Ouch, Bakugou thought. He knew you didn't do it on purpose but it hurt anyway. "He won't be with you today," Bakugou told you, you didn't know why he looked so tired today, but how did he still look so damn handsome? "I will."

Your eyes widened as you understood what he said relief and anxiety washing over you at the same time.

You didn't trust your voice to say anything, so you just nodded.

As you sat in his office, awkwardly tapping your fingers according to a rhythm, you didn't know he was trying to gather up the courage to apologize. You didn't even mean to come in today, but you just didn't want him to see you as a coward, even more so. So you anxiously eyed the room when your eyes found the book you had left. He saw you looking at your book that was on his desk, and he smiled. "I finished the book."

"Does that mean I can have it back now?" You asked, making him grimace. He expected you to shower him with questions, to talk about it, to hear your voice... but apparently not.

"Yeah- yeah sure." You took the book back, holding it so hard, your knuckles turned white.

Bakugou sighed. "I missed you, you know."

Your heart started to beat so fast you were glad you were at a hospital. "Well, that isn't my fault." Bakugou didn't want to, but he smiled nonetheless. "No, it's not, it was me being an asshole."

"Right." You answered cynically, earning an angry look from the explosive guy.

"And I thought it was... for the best." He went on.

"Oh, of course, what else could it be?" You just couldn't seem to hold your tongue back today, and he was aware of that too.

"Can you not make this any harder?" He finally said gruffly. "I'm trying to fucking say that I'm-" his eyes widened as he realized what he was saying, that he was apologizing. But for the first time in his life, it didn't feel necessarily wrong.

"That I'm sorry."

You didn't need him to explain why he did what right now, just hearing that he was sorry was enough for you, so you smiled. "It really hurt, you know?" You told him as he started to walk towards you.

"I know." He answered, "and I'm fucking sorry." His hands held your arms as if he was about to pull you into a tight hug. But it wasn't necessarily a hug he was pulling you into. "But I can make it up to you." He whispered as he leaned in.

"And how are you going to do that?" You asked, but those were the last words you said before feeling the soft lips pressing on yours.

Your hands went to his hair almost instinctively, and you smiled into the kiss as you felt how damn soft they were.

***

"Remember that bagel promise we had? We could either do that or I could keep kissing you." He told you, smirking when he realized how breathless you were.

"But what about the..." your voice trailed off when you noticed the small band-aid on your arm. "When did you even do this?!"

[shinydixon]

I'm just gonna say it here so you don't have to answer both asks; (filmwntrs here btw - let's have a civilized convo)

I meant what I said in a "I can't wait for them all to move on and leave twitter indefinitely." Why? Because I have yet to see a single steddie be smart enough not to shit on people for their ship preference. I've only had the worst experiences with them, people calling me a p3do for liking the things I do, people bullying me to no end for headcanoning eddie as a different sexuality than gay and not agreeing with their non-canon ship, people mocking other people's headcanons, invalidating them and mocking them because 'my headcanon is the only valid one.'

If you do know some good steddies on twitter who don't spend 3/4 of their time shitting on people's ship or harass them for their opinion then PLEASE redirect me to them. I do want to know the good side of this fandom. I really do. For now, all I've seen from them is bullying, gaslighting and zero respect for Hellcheers.

One of my mutuals literally got a death threat from a steddie just two days ago. And NO ONE batted an eye. No one. This person is still tweeting, unaffected. Their tweet got deleted by twitter but that's IT. All this over a SHIP.

THAT's why I want THOSE very specific steddies to be gone from twitter. THAT's why everything related to them leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

When we stand up for ourselves, we're just a bunch of toxic stans, but when steddies do it's all fine and they get praised for it? Come on now. Aren't we allowed to be mad, too? Aren't we allowed to be sick of being constantly spied on by anons on tumblr who report our every move to people like you and another blog which I won't name? This have been going on for too long.

Now, to your anons, who clearly should start a "keeping up with hellcheers" account at this point; It's been five months, nearly six. Why are y'all still lurking on our accounts? Why are y'all sending OUR tweets to other people on tumblr to gossip? Again, if you have something to say, say it to our face. Twitter is a public space. If you're scared to interact and hide behind anonymity to discuss instead, you're a pussy.

Have a nice day/night

I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you so I also answered the other one; I'll answer this as well because it's correct to post your reasons, and now I'm answering with mine:

I'm sorry that you only got a bad experience with steddies, nobody deserves to be threatened,calling names etc. for liking a ship, because that's what it is, a stupid fictional ship (meaning steddies, hellcheer, byler, lumax, every ship you can think of), I don't know who the anons that sent me your tweet are and I swear I don't follow/lurk around your twitter profile because I'm a fan of "don't like it, scroll it down/block it/ignore it etc." but since it got sent to me I commented because sometimes words hurts and honestly reading about the mass extinction of people just because they ship steddies is something that made some people mad, because it seemed also for people who just ship steddie quietly without giving crap to other shippers.

I usually don't care but when someone send something to me, I like to comment; I also prefer sc because I can censor the username but since the same isn't applied to my blog, with people already posting what I think on twitter without censoring my name and causing a wave of harassment every time I decided that I post links if I get them, for which I am kinda ashamed since I want to be a better person

[wincore]

hiya moon!! i sent in an ask a LONG time ago about - i don’t actually remember but your writing style and colors? i cannot remember but if you do, hi it’s me 🙇‍♀️ i don’t have spotify wrapped but i have apple music and my top song was friend to lover by standing egg before i got into enhypen in october and suddenly fever is my top song ☠️ and i’ve also listened to like 1900 hours of music this year haha. that also answers another question!! i got into enhypen and they’re probs gonna be the last kpop group i keep up with tbh. i watched haikyuu this year and excitedly waiting for season 5 if that ever comes — and the way of the househusband too on netflix!! was a lil disappointed in the animation style but i learned to like it :-) OH AND JJK duh how could i forget that hahaha

side note, i’m happy you came back to this blog for a little bit — albeit it was tarnished some. i follow you on your other one (sorry if that’s something you didn’t want disclosed) so im happy to see your presence even just a little!! all the animes you reblog look v interesting like what even is dr stone? hahah but hopefully this is a lot for you!!! i hope you’ve been well moon, and you have a healthy and content 2022!!

I DO REMEMBER !!! i thought about that ask for days pls!! no one has ever described my writing style like that, how could i not remember? darling, NINETEEN HUNDRED HOURS ???? you are immediately crowned ruling sovereign of apple music, they should pay you at this point 😤 oof i feel like me n my friends are getting old bc we can barely keep up with the new groups TwT but i do see a lot of enhyphen posts on my feed and they seem very sweet. also, i get to vicariously experience stanning them 🤩 i'm pretty sure i've heard fever? if it was the fire one, i've definitely heard it!! and i'll give friend to lover a listen, it sounds super cute Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ

haikyuu!!!!! i have so many memories with this and i'm so glad i picked it up again 。（＞ω＜。） i couldn't wait for new seasons so i ended up binging the manga tho and it's just as amazing! furudate never disappoints. and who's your fave?? do you have a fav team? i honestly love way of the househusband so i was also slightly disappointed but then i heard that they wanted to make it look like a manga? it's still enjoyable for me 😊JJK PLEASE !!! you have great taste, dear anon 😌 (would you like an identifier/emoji btw sjdjss) i read the jjk manga so no one could spoil me and ended up hurting myself smh gege is ruthless 😐 also was drawn in by how pretty gojo's eyes were animated but now that mf just gets on my nerves 😩 i just want his mans geto ty

oh don't worry!!! you can def bring up that blog i just want people to follow it only if they're interested in anime/my personal life LOL omfg dr stone is one of my top animes for this year !! i'm not saying this bc i'm in stem, it's genuinely one of the best in terms of plot and lovable characters. i've watched it like thrice showing to all my friends HHH and hjsdhk i don't mind some tarnishing i was having the time of my life blasting that anon :p it might've clogged your dash a bit so sorry abt that :( and please, you are incredibly sweet!! i'm so so so glad to have you back on my blog, you're such a pleasure to talk to 💕 hope your 2022 is spent as fine as wine and ages just as well till next year !! 🥳🎉

[datingadviceonreddit]

I (M23) am dating my girlfriend (F21), and we've been together officially for about 4-5 months, but know each other about a year or so. This is my first girlfriend in 3 years. I was truly hesitant to get into another relationship for the obvious fear I'm getting my heart broke again. And her and I discussed this many times before we finally made the plunge. She actually asked me out, she beat me to the draw. She's affectionate with me but she's not necessarily an overall affectionate person. But I am, I'm a hugger not a handshaker. And I thought we set appropriate boundaries because we've had this discussion before but it keeps coming up, which isn't helping my nerves. She basically says I'm borderline clingy, which I admit I can be. But that's just my 'default'. It's my fear in her alone time, she is gonna try to find a way to break it off with me. Which I know, that I know, isnt true. It's just how I think.Here a few days ago, I was gonna meet her at her mom's house and hang out then leave around 8-9pm or so. She tells me she's irritable and wants the night to herself. Well her mother also recently had surgery, so I told her I was going to wait at her mother's house until they got there so I could help her(my girlfriend) unload the groceries then I would be on my way. Well. After I was about to leave and kiss her goodbye for the night. Her mother, who really likes me BTW, asked me if I want to stay for dinner. I asked her quietly if that would be fine because I know she's wanting alone time. She jokingly said aloud, because her mom heard me, yes but he needs to leave after dinner. Something to that affect. So, she was making dinner and I was helping her get and cut stuff up to make life easier. Then at one point she wanted the kitchen to be hers, and I said, if you need anything else, just let me know. She thanked me and continued dinner. I sat in the living with her mom and my girlfriend brought the food into the living room to us individually and I thanked her and told her how good it was.After dinner her mother went into her bedroom saying she wanted us to go out and get her something sweet to eat, I asked my girlfriend if she would want me to leave after we got it. And she told me it was fine. With sincerity in her voice. After we got back we ate the ice cream. I asked her a few more times that night it should want me to leave and every time the answer was the same. I ended up staying till 11 p.m. because we accidentally fell asleep. It wasn't my intention to stay that late. I told her goodbye and went back to my apartment. Fast forward to tomorrow afternoon, she texted me saying that she really wanted some alone time that afternoon, which I understood and called her as I was leaving work. I noticed she sounded tired and I asked if she was okay, she told me she had a headache because the past week has been very stressful for her, I know. And I told her if she needs anything let me know and I'll go to the store and get it for her. She declined. So, I went home messaged her a few times about the cat, me a making it home safe and just 'whatever'. I didn't hear from her for awhile so I knew she fell asleep. When she woke up she replied to one of my 'many' messages I sent her, one of them reminding her saying if you needed anything to call and let me know, but that's not what she replied to. Asking her how her nap was and all. And I noticed she was being really short with me. I asked her if she was mad at me or something. But here's the message she replied with:'I'm not trying to be an asshole but I wanna be honest about it. Everytime that happens or you get clingy like that, it makes me not wanna be around you. I can't handle that and I've told you that multiple times. That mixed with the other stuff we have going on in our relationship makes it hard for me to wanna keep doing this.'There's also a thing about my job. I just recently started a new one. Where I thought I was going to get treated better and paid more. Only thing is.. I found out that I'm not getting nearly as many hours I was at my old job so inevitably took a pay loss, even though I'm gritting more hourly. About 300-400 dollars a month loss. But I was told I was gonna get similar hours as my previous job. But I lose about 10-15 hours a week. Which obviously hurt. So, she's also told me that if I don't show some effort in finding a new job SOON. She wouldn't be able to do this anymore as well. But I understand she doesn't want to feel like the only one 'making money' and paying all the bills. So obviously there's a security issue there. Which I understand. But jobs come in time.The clingy thing, I wasn't using that as an excuse to try to go see her and hang out with her, or anything. it was just a sincere way of saying I want to help and not see you hurting but I think she saw it different.I just don't understand how we can go from being so good one day and then I get messages like the ones above. This isn't the first time something like this has happened, probably the third time. Granted the scenario was a little different but the same overall outcome. It like shes all flirty with me one day and then the next it's like we have to discuss about what we need to say together. When I got that message I called my mom and explain to her the situation and she suggested to me to make a list of everything we need to talk about and have a conversation with her about it the next day, which is today.The only 'problem' is... she likes to relay her emotions on text, I'm the one who likes to converse in person. For me, you can't see the person's reaction or hear their tone or how they're saying something when they're texting you so something can be completely misunderstood. But you can 'more easily' relay what you need to say instead of getting choked on tears. She also likes to take awhile to calm down before having a conversation, and I'm the one who wants to immediately resolve the problem so it doesn't linger. Both have their trade-offs. And I can see both. I just want to see if anyone has some suggestions. Or add-ons to what I already wrote down or what I should say to her tonight.. Thank you for you reading.Peace. via /r/dating_advice

[citycfangels]

text: charlie ⇄  raquel

Charlie: [to the wrong number, attached picture: http://68.media.tumblr.com/1203872c019be23dab87c12490862f3c/tumblr_inline_njjkf7zAyH1t3m33w.jpg]

Charlie: good morning ;)

Raquel: I suggest a cold shower.

Raquel: and not sending me winky faces along with dick pics.

Raquel: if you want me that bad then use your words and actually say it.

Charlie: ... fuck, wrong number

Charlie: it wasn't meant for you

Charlie: my dick isn't actually in sight, btw

Raquel: wrong number?

Raquel: fuck you Charles. I hope you really do screw yourself.

Raquel: delete my number.

Charlie: for professional reasons, i'm not deleting your number

Charlie: i'm so so sorry, Quel. i just...

Charlie: nevermind.

Raquel: professional reasons my ass Charles. You don't need to have my number. If you need to contact me you can go through plenty of people to tell me something

Raquel: don't. I don't want to hear I'm sorry.

Raquel: forget it and forget about me. There's no reason for us to contact each other.

Raquel: you have other girls to be texting.

Charlie: wait a minute, you're such an hypocrite

Charlie: do i have to remind you that not a while ago you sent me an almost nude picture by mistake because you were texting Nathan?

Charlie: and no, the rule doesn't apply right now

Raquel: You're right, rules don't apply because as far as I know we don't have an agreement any more. Or maybe the rules only apply when you want them to apply.

Raquel: You knew there would be a possibility that I would be texting my BOYFRIEND pictures like that but you're texting me when we haven't talked in days and when you've been avoiding me. Call me a hypocrite all you want but it doesn't take away from the fact that you knew what you were getting into.

Charlie: we're not fucking, therefore the rules to make that easier doesn't apply right now

Charlie: i /knew/ what i was getting into. i'm very aware that you have someone else, i'm very aware that you would send him pictures, because as far as i know, you're in a happy relationship with him, that's why i wasn't freaking out when i got that picture. because i knew what i was getting into

Charlie: what's pisses me off is that while i have to be cool with the fact that you have Nathan and i am cool with that, you're being a whiny bitch because i'm sleeping with other girls.

Charlie: tell me how's that fair, Raquel.

Raquel: you're right. I shouldn't be happy that someone else can make you happy or that you want someone else in your bed that isn't me.

Raquel: you're right that I should be happy with what I have and that I shouldn't be freaking out.

Raquel: you don't have to worry about me being a whiny bitch or about having to be cool with anything.

Charlie: you deserve to be happy, and i'm the first person who wants you to be happy. and i'm not asking you to be happy because i'm fucking someone else, because that's the only thing i'm doing. i'm not even asking you to be cool with that, because i know you're not okay with that

Charlie: i'm only asking you to not do this when you did the exact same thing weeks ago and i didn't

Charlie: we fought, we're in this situation. you don't want to continue with this? fine, we're just coworkers, exes and that's it.

Raquel: I want you to be happy too.

Raquel: even if I'm the one that wants to make you happy (deleted)

Raquel: yeah sure if that's what you want.

Charlie: i'm asking you if you want that. i don't want to stop this, but if you want, i won't say anything.

Charlie: think about it if you need it, you don't need to answer right now

Raquel: I don't need to think about it.

Raquel: that better be the last time you send me a picture meant for someone else.

Charlie: yes ma'am, it won't happen again.

Charlie: are we okay or...?

Raquel: good. Not that I didn't appreciate it.

Raquel: well... you can keep my number if you want to but there's really only one way to make it up to me.

Charlie: good to know

Charlie: yeah?

Raquel: yep. Well actually a few ways but let's see what you come up with.

Charlie: i know i can make it up for you in form of sex and coffee, but is there anything you want?

Raquel: actually I wasn't thinking about sex this time. It's not all I think about with you 😜

Raquel: I don't know but we do have a reason to celebrate and that's one way you can make something up to me. I might have sort of maybe booked a commercial so I want a big congratulatory lunch or dinner or something with you.

Charlie: oh no, i must be doing something wrong

Charlie: did you? that's amazing! congrats.

Charlie: we should do something to celebrate, and it doesn't have to involve sex... or at least not until the end of it

Raquel: or this is phase one of me getting super attached to you

Raquel: THANK YOU! It just has me driving in a convertible with someone down the coast. It just films for five days but I'm actually really excited about it. They said I had a look whatever that means. Hopefully it means that I don't look like one of the girls in ugly outfits in fast and the furious movies and more like a girl willing to drive up the coast in a top down convertible which I never would do btw.

Raquel: I'm up for the challenge of keeping my hands off you if you are. What do you want to do?

Charlie: still, it sounds like a big deal. it's a commercial, but baby steps, right?

Charlie: i like the sound of that. dinner and drinks, and whoever wins this gets to be on top and gets to fulfill a fantasy the next time sex is happening, deal?

Raquel: yeah it's actually a huge baby step but I'm just not going to get all diva-ish yet. Soon enough you get to say that you slept with the star of a national commercial.

Raquel: dinner and drinks sounds perfect. As if you don't like me being on top. I give you one hell of a view.

Charlie: mmm, lucky me

Charlie: i enjoy it a lot, but you know how much i like to be on top and be in control ;)

Raquel: very lucky you. You knew me when. And you get to flash that fan club president's badge and not have to worry about my eventual fanboys.

Raquel: okay and you haven't let me down when I have let you be in control.

Charlie: you mean the hickeys?

Charlie: i'm kidding

Charlie: i would never let you down in bed. i'm too good to fail ;)

Raquel: if you want hickeys then you'll get them.

Raquel: you sound like a student athlete. Too good to fail always hustlin' #neverstop

Charlie: too bad i can't give you any

Charlie: ha ha, funny

Raquel: yeah too bad. Or you can try to give me hickies where you think no one will find them

Raquel: I'm a natural comedienne. Way better than Amy Schumer

Charlie: if you're lucky, you'll get them between your legs after dinner while i have dessert

Charlie: you can add that to you curriculum. actress on a national commercial, comedienne...

Raquel: then consider my cake yours.

Raquel: singer, dancer, model. I'm the dream girl and the total package.

Charlie: yummy cake

Charlie: wow, you're a quintuple threat. indeed you're quite the package

Raquel: the sweetest and yours.

Raquel: now you can go back and hashtag all of your old pics of my on your instagram with #blessed because you really are that lucky.

Charlie: lucky me

Charlie: so, where do you have to go to film this commercial?

Raquel: well it's just in Santa Monica or at least we meet in Santa Monica before we have to travel but it does mean that you don't get to see my face for 5 days.

Charlie: five days? well, it could be worst

Charlie: when do you start? i should give you a proper goodbye/break a leg or whatever it is the day before or something

Raquel: yeah, I could have actually booked a job that made me move to Canada or something not that I'm opposed to knowing more about where you're from.

Raquel: break a leg or almost break something and making sure I almost can't walk? Either way I'm okay with celebrating. I start on Tuesday. You can plan my surprise for Monday.

Charlie: eh, you could, but there's nothing too interesting up there besides me a long time ago tbh

Charlie: if it involves breaking something, then i would start on Sunday. and i will, because i plan on fucking you really good before you leave

Raquel: that is where most tv shows are moving just because production costs are low, and if I go then that would be one more thing to make it interesting.

Raquel: start on Sunday. You just want to hog that much of my time. Is that your plan so that I miss you more and come crawling back?

Charlie: if you say it like that, you have a point. there's nothing much there though

Charlie: busted, that was the whole plan i had in mind. fucking you and spend all day at my apartment so you would miss me when you're in Santa Monica

Raquel: I'll take your word for it, but just know that if I'm offered some huge greg berlanti super hero show that films in Canada I just might have to take it and you just might have to follow me to the edge of the earth

Raquel: I already am going to miss you, you goof, but if you think I need you to fuck me in order to remember then you can have me sunday night.

Charlie: you'd be the wildest fantasy of every nerd if you landed one. i guess i'll have to follow you and be your cheerleader or something like that, as i am the president of your fan club

Charlie: not that i think that, but what's better than sex before you go to Santa Monica for five days?

Raquel: you're supposed to follow me to the ends of the earth. I'd keep you entertained

Raquel: eh sex in general I can be indifferent on. It's sex with you that makes the difference. Maybe the better thing would be sex with you now and then not having to not see you for five days.

Charlie: yeah? how would you keep me entertained?

Charlie: wouldn't you prefer a whole night of sex on sunday that could be extended to monday morning though? you'd get coffee and a whole breakfast too

Raquel: by bringing my full array of board games, duh. We could play one round of monopoly and be entertained for days

Raquel: you should have just said and in the morning I'm making waffles like donkey in the shrek movie. But I'm only saying yes because the food.

Charlie: Monopoly? really? that ruining relationships game?

Charlie: only because of the food? now i'm offended

Raquel: IT ONLY RUINS RELATIONSHIPS IF YOU CHEAT OR IF YOU KNOCK OVER THE BOARD!

Raquel: yep. What are you gonna do about it?

Charlie: that's why i hate it!

Charlie: i don't know, i should tie you up and tease you until you beg for that

Raquel: there are just those two rules. We always could play scrabble. Or twister.

Raquel: ropes, your ties, or handcuffs?

Charlie: twister sounds good, so does strip-poker and any game with strip in the name

Charlie: i'll let you choose, babe. just keep in mind that i only own one tie.

Raquel: well don't you know twister is only supposed to be played naked?

Raquel: one tie isn't going to do and rope leaves rope burns so I'm thinking handcuffs.

Charlie: that's why it sounds good ;)

Charlie: oh, kinky. i'm a bad influence but you enjoy it anyways

Raquel: okay but if you want to do strip poker you're going to have to teach me

Raquel: you're the worst. I used to be wholesome. You ruined me.

Charlie: why would i teach you to win when i could watch you undress every time you lose?

Charlie: shhh, don't pretend you regret discovering the wonders of sex that makes it fun and hotter ;)

Raquel: that's unfair.

Raquel: okay I don't regret it and I'll see you later tonight to discover even more wonders 😘