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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 year ago

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Am i the asshole for responding in distress and upset after my best friend of six years cut me off??

Now, i know this sounds really cut and dry to begin with, but i promise it’s way more than just the title. That’s why I’m reaching out in confusion here.

About three weeks ago, my best friend of six years asked if i was free in the evening. It’s important to note that at this time there had been no communicated issues between us, I legitimately thought everything was fine. I try to be a very communicative person, so i talk about issues when they come up, and encourage them to do the same.

they showed up on my doorstep at 10:30 at night and asked me to come outside. Assuming we were going to be driving around and hanging out, i grabbed my things and happily skipped out to their car where they were waiting for me, and proceeded to say,

“I don’t know how to put this in a better way than this. I don’t think we work. I don’t want to be friends anymore.”

To say i was completely shell shocked would have been an understatement. I didn’t even know we had issues. We had been inseparable for six years, and even planned to move in together. At first i briefly thought they were joking, but when i realized they weren’t i turned around and walked back inside. I knew it would have been best for me not to continue to conversation in person. They hate being screamed at, and i knew i wasn’t going to be capable of not raising my voice in that moment as they gave me no warning of this situation, and no time to process. So, i simply turned around and went back inside. They texted me a few minutes later saying that they hated it had to be this way, but they needed to grow as a person.

Naturally, i have no issue with needing to personally grow, but i felt i had no understanding of the situation, so i asked them why and why i might have done to bring this on. They said that they constantly feel ashamed around me, and that they couldn’t be themselves around me. I was confused, and quickly let them know that i have always encouraged them to be the person they want to be around me, and to not hide themselves. However, they said they couldn’t.

They said that they make me uncomfortable, and that they scare me. Naturally, as this wasn’t true, i asked them where they got this notion, seeing as i had never said such a thing to them. They said they could tell from my body language, which i found to be ridiculous. I told them it was unfair of them to assume how i feel about them without even asking me, and that if i was upset with them i would have told them. They said,

“You don’t have to say anything.” Your body language says enough.

They than proceeded to say that we were different people, coming from different backgrounds, and that made us incompatible. I asked them what they meant, and they told me

“You have more opportunities than I do, and always will, and you're comfortable with that, again, that is okay.

You can have a decent paying job in a church, spend money on coffee and dirt cheap earrings online, and repress yourself around people you're afraid of, and my experience in the world is entirely different.”

This message completely confused me, as 1.) i don’t believe the opportunities a person has should define them as a person, and i certainly never flaunted mine. I’m in college, yes, and i have a decent paying job… but never have i rubbed that in anyone’s face, in fact i try to do the exact opposite. I felt icky about the way they commented on how i spend my money… as it never effected them, and i didn’t like the light that they were painting me in.

Not to mention, they seemed to be calling attention to the fact that i wasn’t out yet with my family (I’m bisexual.) when they brought up me repressing myself. In the time I’m in right now, this is a non-negotiable for me, as my family is intensely homophobic and would have disowned me if i came out. My ex best friend has always been more radical than me in a lot of view points, and i hate the thought that they may have demonized my fear of my life falling apart around me.

Naturally, after reading this message, i accused them of calling me shallow. They said they weren’t accusing me of anything, but i believe there’s no denying the object accusations and rude phrasing of the message that they had sent.

The conversation went on for some time, with me desperately attempting to understand what was going on, before finally i grew angry.

I told them it was unfair, no matter what their reasoning was, that they handled it this way.

They said it was fine because it was a selfish decision they were making for their own betterment and mental health.

I understand this- but none the less, i feel the way they handled it was wrong.

I told them that they should have given me some warning or time to prepare for this serious conversation, but they claimed that there was no way they could have prepared me for it. I told them it was unfair of them to expect a calm reaction out of me when they literally ripped the rug out from under me and cornered me into a volatile response. They told others that my emotional reaction to all of this was me ‘attempting to manipulate them.’…. I genuinely can’t figure out if this is true or not. I believe manipulation implies i had something to gain… but i didn’t- i just- didn’t understand anything, and i was angry and hurt and i wanted them to know that how they had handled this was wrong.

They told others that my reaction was extremely emotionally immature… and i just- don’t understand anything anymore.

Following they interaction, i went to my two other closest friends. I needed my support system. I was scared and alone. I didn’t try to manipulate the situation into something it wasn’t. I didn’t want that. I wanted objective opinions. I offered the situation in its full, explaining it and showing all the screenshots, asking for opinions and advice.

One of these people happened to be my ex best friends partner…. But they were my best friend as well. We were a trio, always going to each other. This is where the situation gets messy. Maybe i shouldn’t have gone to him- but he was also my best friend… i was equally as close with him as i was my other best friend. I called him in tears, showing him all the screenshots and telling him i didn’t know what to do. I specifically told him he didn’t have to choose sides, and i didn’t want that… but i did express my fear that he would stop being my friend too. I didn’t want him to choose sides, i didn’t care if he remained with my ex best friend. I just didn’t want to lose him too.

He read through the messages, and was so horrified by my ex-best friends behavior that he felt as though he couldn’t trust them anymore. He said it was like seeing a different side of them. I didn’t say or do anything, he came to his own conclusions after looking at the situation, and he even told me he has his own issues with them separately from my situation. I still repeatedly have reminded him that he doesn’t have to make any rash decisions just to defend me, and he says he knows that… but it’s his personal stuff as well. He took a break from my ex-best friend.

As of recent, my ex-best friend has been telling others that i am manipulative, and that i am rallying people against them. They’ve aired out my personal information to others… people i go to school with. Though they didn’t give names, everyone they are talking to knows our friend group very intimately. These people know exactly who they are talking about.

They have told people I’m a narcissist because my parents are too… they’ve said “they feel bad for me” for responding the way i did, because I’m ‘traumatized’, so of course my reactions would be emotionally immature. They’ve accused me of jumping to conclusions… they haven’t given the whole story to these people. They’ve only shown one screenshot towards the end of our argument where i finally snapped and said ‘fuck you’. They showed nothing that lead up to it… only me in my worst moment and not what they said to cause it.

And they’ve accused me of rallying the people around them against them. This is in now way the case… but even if was doing it on accident… (which i don’t think I’m doing.)

It would only be two people… one of which is my close friend and their acquaintance…. It’s almost as if they don’t want me to ask for support to anyone about this… but i feel as though I’ve been made into a terrible villain, even after reaching out a few days later and apologizing for getting so emotional. I told them i never wanted them to feel like they couldn’t be themselves around me, but they never communicated that so how would i have known? Even still… i apologized, but told them it wasn’t fair how they sprung it on me and asked them to maybe try to understand my reaction. They excused that by saying that they only had half a week of preparation… which doesn’t seem fair seeing as i only got 10 seconds.

Too long didn’t read: my best friend showed up at my house at 10:30 at night and dropped me, accused me of things (maybe?? I’m not even sure anymore??) and then accused me of manipulatively rallying people against them when i reached out to my two closest friends for support- when they’ve been doing the exact same thing.

Am i the asshole?

Please be honest here- i don’t need pity. I need truth. I’m lost and confused and I’ve never been more angry and hurt than i am right now and i don’t understand what the fuck is going on-.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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miltonbarbie · 2 years ago

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Kokichi and F!y/n who's the ultimate beauty </3

When kokichi first saw you, he gasped. Like literally gasped. But who wouldn't? When you walked into the room, everyone stared at you. Kaede was at awe, Shuichi was a blushy mess. God even Maki was suprised. You were used to this type of attention, but didn't brag about it since you were a humble girl. Kokichi decided to be brave and introduce himself to you, trying really hard to not go insane while talking to you. He cracked up a really odd joke, and you laughed.

OH MY FREAKING GOD.

Your laugh and smile was the most beautiful thing he ever saw. He hid his face in his scarf because he was so close to breaking his act. Underneath, he turned red. REALLY RED. You soon got closer with him because he would always come to you and ask if you could help with his pranks. You slowly developed a crush on Kokichi because he always made you laugh and he even shared his panta. Just a little though, he loves his panta. A lot of the time Kokichi would never see you alone, so many people tried confessing to you and failed everytime. Literally every single confession, or love letter. You declined. Kokichi thought he didn't have a chance, you could've been better of with Rantaro he thought. You talked to Rantaro a lot, but that was partially because you would always get assigned seats with him. It took you some time to realize that Kokichi wasn't just teasing you for fun, or treating you differently just because you were his friend. He liked you. And he liked you A LOT. LIKE A BUNCH.

It's so freaking obvious that he likes you even Monokuma knows.

Kokichi tried to do everything he could for you to get the hint, you weren't oblivious, its just that everytime he would try to flirt, it would end up with him getting flustered instead.

Last time you flirted back he started squealing, blushing and fangirling. Of course you didn't know though.

"Aww Y/n-chan your face looks so adorable whenever I tease you!"

"Kokichi, have I ever told you that your cute whenever you smile like that?"

... Mf was speechless

"I- uhm, I-i-im sorry AHAHA- I HAVE SOMETHING TO DO." And then continues to run away with his thoughts swirling around his head and his heart pounding like crazy.

When he confessed to you, it was really quick and he avoided you for a few days afterwards. When he told you he loved you, he was on the verge of tears because he thought you would reject him right on the spot like you did to everyone else.

But once you found him insulting Miu, like always. You took the opportunity to sneak behind him, grab his arm and take him somewhere private where you two could talk alone.

"Kokichi, please, I NEED to talk to you, you've been avoiding me for days and I really want to tell you something."

"No. I-it's fine Y/n-chan. We can stay as frie-"

Before he could finish his stupid response, you tugged on his scarf, brought him closer to you and kissed him right on the spot. When you pulled away, he was feeling multiple emotions at once. Hearing the words "I love you too" come out of your mouth was like music to his ears, and it felt like a dream.

You two started dating after a week of awkward eye contact and blushing everytime you two saw each other. Kaede was the one who made you two share your feelings and decide to get together.

Kokichi was the best boyfriend ever! He spoiled you like crazy! Chocolate, stuffed animals, Tons of cuddling and movie nights. He is literally such a good lover i'm simping so hard right now. You have his whole heart. And you feel the exact same way!

thank you for reading </3 Lysm :)

#danganronpa #kokichi x reader #kokichi ouma #danganronpa x reader #drv3 kokichi #female reader

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grumpypixistix · 11 months ago

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Can you do one where Y/N is a spider woman and her and Miguel are in a relationship. Even though he claims to like to work alone, most of his missions involved her. After a verve racking mission, Miguel and Y/N play a game of cat and mouse throughout the city, just let off steam. Miguel eventually catches Y/N (she lets him), and they have a little make out scene (no smut, just a good make out scene)

Of course I can, lovely! :) ❤️

(Also i sincerely apologize for the wait! I hope you enjoy)

Run and hide

Miguel O’Hara x Spider!reader

Warnings- No smut just a make out session, being hunted down(?)

A/N- Was this only supposed to take a few days to make? Yes. Did it take me over 2 weeks to finish? ….maybe- (but jokes aside, I’m so sorry for the delay. My mental health isn’t the best at the moment and I was very drained for a while. But I’m a little better now! Please feel free to request more stuff and I’ll get to it when I have the chance!)

Miguel always claimed that he liked to work alone, even though everyone seemed to notice otherwise. Most of the missions he went on, he always brought you with. Whenever anyone would ask about this, he was quick to shut it down, claiming it was purely coincidental.

But you knew that was a lie. And so did he.

The two of you had been in a secret relationship for quite some time, and the two of you agreed to keep it that way for the sake of keeping the Spider-verse together. The last thing Miguel needed was his workers nagging him about you 24/7, especially Peter. You were fine with this, knowing how stressed Miguel could get easily, especially with his job as the leader of the Spider Society.

But it wasn’t until you two went on another mission together when things started going downhill. Plan after plan got ruined, which ended up in nearly getting the both of you killed. It caused a lot of pent up emotions inside of Miguel, the idea of you getting hurt or even killed making his stomach churn and tighten.

So after barely escaping the mission, Miguel came up with an idea to let off some steam. He needed it, and you knew it. With that knowledge in mind, you agreed to the idea, even though he didn’t give a lot of details as to what the idea was. But since you had just escaped a hellish mission with him, you were open to anything.

Miguel opened up a portal in front of you, noticing your confused expression. He then set a timer on his watch, looking up at you.

“I’ll give you a 30 second head start. That should give you enough time to get ahead of me…” Miguel spoke lowly, tilting his head towards the direction of the portal.

You stood there for a few seconds, still a little confused.

“You want me to… run away from you?” You questioned.

Miguel just stared at you in silence, slightly nodding his head.

“I suggest you start now. You’re down to 24 seconds.”

Your eyes widened as you quickly bolted towards the portal, entering into the heart of the city. You began to swing with your webs through the gaps of the large buildings, quickly finding an abandoned building and hanging from the ceiling. You tried to blend in with the darkness of the shadows, making sure to not make a single noise. After some fidgeting around and making sure you were secured, the faint woosh of the portal was heard from afar.

You couldn’t trace where the exact location of the sound was.

Adrenaline rushed through your veins as you tried desperately to look around for Miguel, making sure you were still hidden in the process. Once he finally came into your view, your breath was caught in your throat. You quietly crawled across the ceiling and out of the window, just in time for him to turn his head up to catch a glimpse of your suit colors. Miguel muttered to himself and clicked his tongue, shooting his web and exiting from the same window you had crawled out of.

He didn’t know why, but the hunt made him feel… better. It made him feel like he was finally in control of a situation for once. And hunting you down made it even more thrilling for him, since he knew you wouldn’t get hurt.

And honestly, you could say the same. Trying to run and hide from Miguel made you forget all about the dangerous mission, since you weren’t in any real harm this time. It was just to blow off steam, and it worked.

During the time Miguel had noticed you exit, you had made it far enough away from the building you were in.

At least you thought it was far enough.

You had swung at least 6 buildings south of where you initially were, so there was no way he’d be able to find you… right?

Entering through the fire escape on the roof, you managed to stay hidden once more. The whole building was dark and cold, but you were able to see from the glow-up suit Miguel had made for you. You guided yourself through the building from the light source and found the stairwell, jumping through the gap and landing on the ground floor. And as you continued to look for the exit on the floor, you could hear a faint thud from a few floors up.

Again, not knowing where the source came from, adrenaline rushed through your body once more.

You ran through the dimly lit floor, trying desperately to look for the exit. As you did so, the sound became louder… and closer. The more you ran and searched for the exit, the closer the sound got and you couldn’t find the exit. The more doors you ran through, the more lost you became. You panted and tried to catch your breath, hiding from whatever the noise was caused by.

But then the noise stopped. It was completely silent.

You could hear your thumping heartbeat in your ears, your breath still heavy from running around. You waited for what felt like hours before growing the courage to move around again. After finally being able to calm down and think straight, you looked for the exit as quietly as possible.

But as you tried to move again, you felt a pair of large hands grab you and lift you from behind.

You gasped loudly and felt your back slam up against the wall, making eye contact with whoever it was that grabbed you.

It was Miguel.

He had a relieved expression on his face, forming into a small grin.

“Finally caught you” Miguel panted out softly, cupping your face as he pinned you against the wall.

You didn’t even fight back and keep the game up. You let him take you.

A quiet chuckle left your lips as you returned the grin.

“You’re lucky I let you” You teased, eyes flicking to Miguel’s lips and back up to his dark eyes.

A mutter left Miguel’s mouth as he chuckled and kissed you, taking his time as he held you close. His kisses were soft and passionate, his hands moving from cupping your face to gripping your waist. Your hands ran through his hair as you kissed him with just as much passion, trying to catch your breath with each pause.

But Miguel always pulled you right back into another kiss, not wanting to let go of you whatsoever. After the mission, that was the last thing he wanted to do. But being able to catch you was like a reward to him. His hands trailed everywhere on your body, his tongue slipping into your mouth with a soft moan.

After moments of the heated kiss, the two of you finally pulled away for some air. You looked up at Miguel’s eyes as you panted softly, hands resting on his chest. Miguel stared back at you for a few quiet seconds before letting out a sigh and shaking his head.

“I’m definitely not letting you split up with me on missions now… you’re gonna stick to my side no matter what, got that?” Miguel said lowly, his hands moving up to cup your face once more.

You look and him and slowly nod your head, one of your hands moving to cup over his.

“Okay… I’m sorry I did that, it was a stupid idea anyways-“

Miguel cut you off with a firm kiss to your lips, gently tugging on your bottom lip.

“Don’t say that, cariño. It wasn’t stupid, you were just doing your job. You gave suggestions when the situation needed it… that’s not stupid.”

A sigh left your lips as you looked up at him, a small smile on your face. You moved a little to kiss his cheek, a soft blush on both of your faces.

“Thank you… really.”

Miguel smiled at you and chuckled before kissing your forehead and lips.

“Of course” He whispered back before taking a step away to open a portal back home.

You looked over at the portal and back at Miguel, taking his hand into yours and giving it a small squeeze. Miguel looks back at you and holds your hand as well.

“Ready to go back?” Miguel asks you.

You nod and pull him in for one last kiss, “Never wanted to go back more than now.”

A small laugh left Miguel as you said that, kissing you back and pulling you into the portal.

After that day, Miguel made it into a routine to hunt you around the city after missions, always catching you and bringing you back home safely.

#sorry this took so long #mental health sucks #miguel 2099 #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #atsv #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #miguel atsv

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fandomsimagined · 2 years ago

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Opposites Attract (Scara x Reader x Tartaglia)

Summary: Tartaglia doesn’t really think that his roommate’s girlfriend is a good match for him. She’d be much better with someone else... like himself.

Pairing: Scaramouche x FemReader, (one-sided) Tartaglia x FemReader

Warning: Slight obsession, pretty toxic relationship, language and slight smuttiness. I mean it’s Scara and Tartaglia?

A/N: Scaramouche has me in a chokehold right now. The brain rot is real and I'm not mad about it? please feel free to send me your thoughts on this amazing man that I am so ready for to come home!

Tartaglia knows that it's normal for couples to be different, they are different people after all and you know, opposites attract and all that. Still, surely two people need to have something in common right? But for as much time as he’s spent observing the ‘happy couple’, he doesn’t think he’s found a single thing (Y/N) and Scaramouche seem to share.

Honestly, Tartaglia has been trying to figure it out since the day he met (Y/N) and realized she was in a relationship with Scaramouche. It’s a bit of an embarrassing memory, because he laughed in her face, literally, when she told him. He really thought it was a joke until he saw the tears welling up in her eyes and he heard his roommate berate him for making his girlfriend cry. In Tartaglia’s defense he had been living with Scaramouche for months and he couldn’t recall a single time that he’d heard him mention another person’s name with anything but disgust. When he brought that fact up Scaramouche simply told him that it was “none of your fucking business.”

Thankfully, (Y/N) was quick to forgive him. That was the first real instance of Tartaglia noticing a huge difference in personalities between the two and thinking that they seemed off. Since then he’s had somewhat of a weird obsession with figuring out exactly how mismatched they truly were.

The second time was nothing special, but he still remembers it as if it were. A pretty boring day at work mixed with a healthy dose of seasonal depression that January usually brought had left him feeling weighed down by the monotony his job held at times. Truthfully he was actually looking forward to going home and picking a stupid fight with Scaramouche over nothing. It was hardly a productive way to blow off steam, but if he were being completely honest the competitive nature Tartaglia had always made him somewhat enjoy arguments. His mood only further soured when he made it back to his apartment and he walked in to see (Y/N) cuddled up on the couch to Scaramouche and him looking as indifferent as ever.

Tartaglia had made a pretty bad first impression. Sure, they hadn’t had any more unpleasant run-ins since then, still he was enough of a gentleman to think twice about subjecting her to one of their screaming matches that turned volatile pretty quickly. Change of plans then, he’d just walk by and head to his bedroom and be miserable. It was not part of his plan to catch (Y/N)’s gaze and he surely didn’t plan on her asking if he was okay. He reassured her he was fine with a nod and a smile, honestly appreciative of the kind gesture he wasn’t normally met with there.

The third time actually was a bit special, namely because it was a holiday and therefore more notable of a date. Valentine’s Day to be exact. (Y/N) bounced in happily with two neatly wrapped gift boxes in her hand. He could vividly remember the way her smile fell whenever she presented Scaramouche with the chocolates she’d spent archons knows how long she’s spent preparing. “We literally said no gift last week.”

“Oh, well… I thought it might be okay since I didn’t buy anything-” Her voice was so small and Scaramouche didn’t respond with anything but an exhausted sigh as he took the box from her hands.

He did pop a small piece of chocolate in his mouth and smirk at the way she perked up at the simple action though. “I'm getting my coat. Be ready to go when I get back.”

She was smiling again by the time she turned to Targalia and handed him the second, slightly smaller box, “It’s not much, but Happy Valentine’s Day!”

Scaramouche may have gotten a small smile as he covertly snuck a piece of the candies she prepared. But she beamed when Tartaglia freely gave her praise and eagerly ate a few pieces. She even giggled a little when he let her know that if Scaramouche wasn’t willing to spoil her on Valentine’s Day next year he would do it without hesitation if she promised another box of chocolate.

After that Tartaglia couldn’t help but start to think that HE would make a much better match for (Y/N) than her current boyfriend. But, by the fourth instance, Tartaglia was absolutely sure. His keys hit the counter with a quiet clink and thud as he threw them haphazardly and grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator. He headed towards the living room and stopped in his tracks when he spotted (Y/N) on their couch. She wiped her puffy eyes quickly when she saw him and offered him an unconvincing smile and wave. “You okay?”

“Yeah! I’m fine, I’m just waiting on Scara to get back.”

“Oh okay… he just left you here?” Tartaglia wasn’t sure how to word it without sounding so harsh, but he hoped his soft tone helped.

“Yeah. He shouldn’t be too long. Funny story, actually, I was supposed to pick up something for him on my way here, but I completely forgot. He just went by himself since it was important and he was already late to get it. I didn’t want to slow him down or anything so it was just best if I waited here.” The chuckle she let out was absolutely pathetic and he winced a little thinking of the conversation that actually occurred instead of her sugarcoated version. “If I’m in your way or anything I can go wait somewhere else though?”

“No, of course not. In fact, mind if I wait with you? I was just planning on watching last night’s game, it’d be way more fun with a pretty girl beside me.” Tartaglia flashed a charming grin and plopped down beside her when she nodded.

He almost forgot about Scaramouche’s existence until he returned and (Y/N) jumped up, apologies at the ready and waiting the second he closed the door behind him. That left a bit of a bitter taste in his mouth, but not as much as listening to Scaramouche detailing what she could do to properly apologize to him.

She bid Tartaglia a goodnight with a flustered expression on her face. Cute, even if it was due to a man that he was now sure didn’t deserve to see it. But that was okay for now. Tomorrow would be a new day, a day where Tartaglia would start to open her eyes to the horrible matchup that was her and her current boyfriend.

Tartaglia’s plan was… working? He was definitely getting closer to (Y/N). Conversations and playful flirting coming easily every time he saw her. Unfortunately his efforts didn’t seem to be driving the wedge between her and Scaramouche that he hoped. He was also starting to get the suspicion that Scaramouche was starting to catch on, if his more frequent glares were any indication.

His suspicion was confirmed soon enough and his jaw almost hit the floor when he saw them. Tartaglia’s eyes locked with Scaramouche’s, the smug grin on his face let him know that their meeting in the living room was no accident. Tartaglia swallowed hard as his eye drifted downwards to where (Y/N) was settled between his knees, completely bare and bobbing her head seemingly unaware of his presence.

He should retreat. Turn right around and walk back out the front door and try to forget what he saw, or head to his bedroom and try to rub one out. Still he stayed glued to the floor watching with bated breath as Scaramouche tangled his hand in her hair and yanked her off of him. The whine she let out was sinful and Tartaglia could feel his jeans tighten just a bit, “Come on, Scara..”

“Sorry, baby, looks like we’ve been interrupted.” Scaramouche twisted her head so she could get a clear view of their intruder. Tartaglia’s eyes widened to the size of saucers when they met (Y/N)’s. She seemed to be just as shocked as him and scrambled for a throw blanket on the couch to cover herself, while Scaramouche didn’t bother trying to move in the slightest. Apologies spewed from her mouth like water from an ornate fountain. Scaramouche did very little to hide his amusement.

“No need to apologize. He walked in on us, and besides, looks like he enjoyed himself.”

Tartaglia watched as her eyes flitted to his crotch and quickly back up to his eyes like she was trying to hide the fact she was confirming her boyfriend’s claims. He guessed it was his turn to apologize, “Sorry, I was just-”

“Just what? Getting a good look before you got off on watching my girlfriend?” Scaramouche chuckled when he saw Tartaglia’s jaw twitch and face flushed. His attention then turned back to (Y/N), “Looks like I was right, huh? I told you he spends too much time fawning over what he can’t have. You know what though… I'm feeling kind of generous today. Maybe we could throw him a bone and let him watch just this once.”

Tartaglia was ashamed of how quiet he was, how uncharacteristically meek he was being. Still, he stayed glued to his spot and watched (Y/N). He wasn’t stupid enough to think that her bastard of a boyfriend didn’t have this entire thing planned. Tartaglia was pretty sure that (Y/N) was just along for the ride, and he could only hold that she might just have some mercy on him. She looked at him and then turned back to Scaramouch, “Umm… I guess that would be okay, if that’s what you want to do…”

Scaramouche scoffed at the relieved look on his roommate’s face and even muttered something on the lines of him being pathetic. Normally, Tartaglia would be ready to fight and defend his own honor, but he did feel pathetic at the moment and he could always punch him after… Then, a wicked grin spread across Scaramouche’s face, “First things first though. If you want something from me, you beg for it.”

#scaramouche #scaranation #scaramouche smut #yandere genshin x reader #yandere tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia #scaramouche x reader #genshin smut

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stuckytoyoulikeglue · 1 year ago

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I've been wanting to get my thoughts on Steve's ending off my chest for literal years and I read something earlier that finally prompted me to write it all down.

This is entirely my own, personal, biassed opinion.

I do not want a fight. Or even a 'healthy debate', if I'm being honest.

If you don't agree, that's cool, just move along, nothing to see here.

Please don't be mean, I'm a delicate flower and I can't take it.

So... Like most of the people I've come across in my preferred branch of the fandom, I didn't love Steve's ending.

Unlike a lot of people, I didn't actually have a problem with the end result, just the motivation behind it.

Chris was done, Steve needed to be written out, Tony founded the universe and deserved to be its ultimate saviour, so the best case scenario was to give Steve a happy ending. I'm glad he got a happy ending. I love him, I wanted him to be happy.

But...

The exact same story arc, only without it being his choice, would still have given him the happy ending that Marvel presumably wanted for him. It would have given him the girl that got away, and the chance to finally live the life that he thought he'd lost, and all without betraying his character.

I still think it was incredibly dumb not to leave him trapped in the past (and making the most of it) after returning the stones, rather than having him choose to walk away (from everything, but especially Bucky, no matter how you see their relationship), but one thing that I keep seeing posts about (some joking, but most not), that I do not get at all, is why so many people seem to think that everything else would have played out exactly the same, just with him as Peggy's hubby instead of the man she married in the MCU timeline (I'm not debating here whether that was Daniel or not).

Yes, Steve's character was damaged by his choice to walk away, but he's still Steve. He wouldn't have sat idly by and watched Hydra sink its claws into the SHIELD Peggy was building in front of him. He wouldn't have just left Bucky to stew in Siberia. We don't even know if he actually put down the shield for any real length of time.

After all, he didn't return to pass it on to Sam until he was an old man, and the shield he passed along was a different shield. Maybe it was a new one that was made for him after his old one was lost to the ice, maybe he had it made specially to give to Sam, who knows? But what we do know as a result, is that whatever happened in his new timeline, it was not the same as what happened in ours.

Personally I choose to believe that Bucky lives next door, the Starks come round for tea most weeks, and everyone just dotes on ickle baby Tony, not least his dad. They're still in touch with the rest of the Howlies, though they don't get to see them as often as they'd like, and ideally Zola is rotting in a cell somewhere.

Admittedly, I'm not sure what I reckon happened to the original Steve from that timeline. Maybe he didn't survive the ice, maybe they defrosted him early and the two Steves started a rota for playing Cap so they both get a chance to actually have a life in between punching bad guys. Maybe he's living in sin with Bucky, pretending he's our Steve's identical twin brother if anyone ever sees them both at the same time. It doesn't really matter.

My point is that damn near anything could have happened in that new, mysterious universe, because the only certainty we have is that it was exactly like ours until Steve went 'back' to it, and it was definitely not the same as ours from that point on.

Butterfly effect and all, Steve's mere existence guarantees that it's different and, as I already mentioned, the shield that he gives Sam provides concrete proof of it.

Of course, I'm not saying things necessary played out any better. Maybe SHIELD didn't fall, but the governments of the world did. Maybe Steve saved Bucky only for him to be hit by a bus mere weeks after he brought him home to Brooklyn. But in no world did Steve sit there casually tossing a salad while fully aware that his brainwashed best friend was off to murder the president.

That is all (for now).

PS. I love Peggy. I'm still miffed they cancelled Agent Carter. I don't think having her marry Steve in an alternate timeline takes anything away from who she was or what she built in ours. Her legacy is entirely intact in our world, and in another world she was doubtlessly equally kickass, she just got to have Steve too.

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #peggy carter #captain america #stucky #steggy #avengers endgame #i am absolutely going to regret posting this in the morning

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b0ard1ngsch00l · 16 days ago

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(boss crush anon) thanks :D i'll start with context, im 28 and hes 48..funnily enough i had a dream recently where i was back in high school and he was my teacher LOL, thought that was relevant. ive had this crush for a few months now and have been writing about every little interaction i have with him. one of your posts that rly spoke to me was "i want to mean something to him", bc girl no joke ive written that exact sentiment about him before. every time i talk to him feels special, i get a legit high thinking about seeing him every day. hes so painfully handsome and nice to me, sometimes when he sees me his whole face just lights up and he gives me this HUGE smile. hes also the only person i work with who calls me by a shortened version of my name <3 one of my other coworkers even noticed that he did that and i was like 0///0 yeah he has a nickname for me so what?

there was an after-work happy hour that i went to once, i brought a friend and asked her to watch how he acted around me bc he can be hard for me to read sometimes, i cant see his behavior objectively when i have so much wishful thinking going on lol. she told me later that when we walked in, he made a beeline straight for me right away, and seemed sorta shy when talking to me. she asked how i was doing at my job (i was new at the time) and he said something like "shes awesome! every day that shes here is a great day!" and my face mustve been beet red..he kept showing up in our conversations with other people and standing near me, something ive noticed he does a lot in group situations. just recently, we had an premiere with lots of people and since i was on the clock i was standing by myself in the back of the room, watching in case someone needed anything. fr he comes over and stands RIGHT next to me. there was no one else around that area, he chose to stand right beside me while we watched the premiere.

he was out of the office for a whole week once (work related reasons) and i angsted so hard..not seeing him on weekends is bad enough but this was like 10 days and i was going feral. we followed each other on instagram after that happy hour and during that week he was gone he randomly liked one of my posts late at night. i have to wonder if he was missing me too..the next day he came by my work area to ask "whats new?", like he just wanted to catch up after being away which i thought was sweet. yesterday he was teasing me about hiding some of our work halloween decorations in my car to scare me (cute lol), today he was showing me how to tape a package with a confusing tape dispenser and our hands brushed multiple times while handing the tape back and forth, and god only knows whatll happen tomorrow!!

hes so wonderful and i rly want to know more about him, i want to be around him constantly and any time i get with him is instant dopamine. hes intoxicating and i feel selfish wishing he'd break a million rules for me (boss/employee relations, 20 year age gap, and yeah you guessed it hes also married) but i just cant help myself......im not planning on making a move bc i love my job too much to risk getting fired for that, but if HE did you know id reciprocate in an instant. but im glad to just know him even if things remain the same as they are forever, as much as i wish theyd escalate. THANK YOU for letting me get this all out of my system, theres even more i could say but this is long enough lol. have an amazing day, G <333333333

This was very enjoyable to read thank you! The way you both are seems sooo cute! I’m so glad you can relate to me <33 I so get you, and everything you’re feeling yk. It’s hard being obsessed with middle aged men who deep down you know you can’t have😭 but also there’s no other feeling like it and it’s kinda the best! Any time you need to rant about him I’d love to hear!💕

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Ceilings pt 3

Masterlist

Word count : 2.2k

Reader x Ethan Edwards

Reader x Mark Estapa

*Flashback from 7 months ago*

y/n’s pov

Today Mark instated on us going to some park close to campus. His exact words were,” Y/n you need to get out of bed, I feel like you might as well have morphed into it by now. Now, come on I’ll take you on a picnic. Oh! I’ll get us some subs to eat, but you can have my pickle. I hate those things.” He’s made it his goal to help me overcome the heartbreak Ethan gave me. He’s taking me bowling, skating, and even to a redwings game, just trying to cheer me up. I never knew Mark had this side in him. On the ice, he looks like a complete total asshole, but in reality, he's one of the nicest humans ever. I never would have known my ex’s best friend would later become mine. Mark says he still keeps in touch with Ethan, but that it's only ever so often.

That makes sense right, I mean it's the same thing he did to me. I guess the big leagues changed him.

“Why is it so cold? I thought you said it was going to be sunny?” I say to Mark. “Well, let me check the forecast.” He pulls out his phone and says,” Look, It says sunny and in the low 60s.” “Buddy that's for next week. Not today.” I say laughing. “Oh shit! Its the 5th? Well, then I’ve fucked up all of my classes for this week.” Somehow he always finds a way to make me happy. Even the week after me and Ethan broke up, Mark was there to put a smile on my face. He’s always been there.

After we ate our sandwiches, we’ve just been sitting and talking. He’s getting anxious about his career after college. I can tell it’s been taking a toll on him. He keeps getting too hard on himself for how he’s playing. I feel bad. He’s a great player, and yet he doesn’t realize it. We’ve been laying on the blanket he brought just kind of looking up at the sky. All of a sudden I feel a drop of water hit my forehead. “SHIT!” mark roars. “It got in my eye! It scared the shit out of me!” he continues. “You okay Estapa?” I ask. “Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. We should probably get going eh.” he says. “Can we stay a bit? I like this. It's calming.” I say back. “Oh okay. Sure.” He goes back to his position next to me. I turn onto my side and look at him. His hair has fallen in front of his face, and his beautiful eyes stare right back at me. I didn't realize how pretty this man was. He’s gorgeous. “You checking me out y/l/n?” he jokes. “ Ah, you wish Stops.” The rain picks up, but we don't move. We lay in science staring back at one another, just thinking. It's refreshing. The rain is washing away my problems, my insecurities, and worries. It's like a breath of fresh air.

Lovely to be sitting here with you You're kinda cute but it's raining harder My shoes are now full of water Lovely to be rained on with you It's kinda cute

We finally decided to get all of our stuff and leave before we got sick. While laying there with him, I realized something. Maybe the rain wasn't the fresh air I so desperately needed, no Mark was. He was my breath of fresh air, helping me with my feelings, my worries, and my problems. He was there. He didn't leave, he didn't complain. Was he what I’d so desperately needed all along? The 6’2 blonde scrappy hockey player was what helped me. Not the guy in New jersey my heart yearned for. No, it was Mark. He had done all of this for me. Not to get in my pant, but to just be there for me. No. It isn't right. I can't have feelings for Mark when I'm still not over Ethan. That's not fair to him. He’s too good for me. Especially when I'm like this. We drive back to the house. “Hey you okay?” He asks. “Yeah. I'm fine, just thinking.” I say back. “You know you can always talk to me right?” I nod. “I know. Thank you so much, Mark. I know I don’t show it, but I'm grateful for you helping me.” He reaches over the console and hugs me. “Anytime. I'm always is here. I promise you.” Those 3 simple words. Ethan had said them, yet he didn't follow through with them. I’ve seen this play out before. Multiple times actually. I don't think I have it in me to do it again. Maybe Mark is just a friend, and today my judgment was just clouded. Maybe just maybe.

And it feels like a movie I’ve seen before

Before

*End of flashback*

Mark’s Pov back in the lake house

The light in her eyes dimmed when he got here. After all of the work she did to get over him, she still never did. I feel like an asshole, because of how I feel about y/n. I shouldn’t feel this way, but it's hard to when she's so perfect. Seeing her upset again triggers something inside me. I go into protective mode. I won't let him hurt her again. I love Ethan. He was my best friend, but he left. When he left he forgot about all of us back in Michigan. For the first 6 months I tried calling and texting him, yet he would just blow me off. When I found out he wasn’t just doing it to me but also to his own girlfriend. I was pissed. He left, by choice, and left all of us without a care in his body. He didn't tries to reach out to y/n. For all, she knew he could have been sleeping with puck bunnies in Jersey. After Mackie found the photo of Ethan, Luke, and Jack all out at some club, my whole perspective on him changed. The photo contained Luke and Jack posing with some chick, while in the background Ethan had his tounge half way down another girl's throat. The photo was taken 2 days after the break-up. Luckily y/.n hadn’t found out about it. She wouldn’t have been able to stop blaming herself. She thinks the reason for him breaking up with her was that she wasn't good enough. God how I wish she could realize how wrong she is.

It’s hard to just accept that I can’t harbor my feelings for her. She doesn’t want me she wants him. No matter how hard I try, she’ll always want him. And he doesn’t even care. He sleeps with other girls, hasn’t talked to her in a year, and just doesn’t care. I care. Damit I care so much it pains me. Sitting across from her this morning in the living room, her face was different. She looked tired and drained. I have spent too much time bringing back her beautiful smile for him just to ruin it again. But there’s nothing more I can do. She wants him, not me. That day when it rained, I had so much weighing on me. My dad was pissed about my last game performance, and honestly so was I. We went to the park that day and just sat and talked. It was a calming experience for us both. I saw a different side of her that day, or so I thought. She didn’t act like I was just some friend, no she acted like I was more. Now looking back at it, I was wrong. The glimpse I saw, were what Eddy would see every day if he opened his eyes. It wasn’t real. She thought of me as a friend. Nothing more. I just had to get the fact through my head.

But it’s not real and you don’t exist

“Markyy!! Come on!! Me, Luke, and Quinn are all going surfing. Get your trunks on, so you can come with.” Y/n yells up at me from the downstairs bathroom. I get up and put on my swim trunks and go downstairs to met y/n and Luke at the dock. “Damit Stopsign, that was fast.” Luke jokes. “I was already planning on coming with y’all,” I say back. I take a good look at y/n she’s in a light pink one-piece with her hair in braids. She’s breathtaking. “Oh come on, let’s go! I want to do this before the sun sets.” She orders. We all get onto the boat and Quinn drives the boat away from the dock.

After about 15 minutes of just cruising, we stop and get y/n ready to wake surf. “Just put this on, and hold onto the handle and you’ll be fun. If you fall, just stick your arm up and I’ll come right back to pick you up.” Quinn tells her. She nods and gets behind the boat. She’s doing pretty well. It’s been almost 3 minutes and she’s not even struggling. All of a sudden we all hear a loud roar of a jet ski drift past. They look like they are coming straight to us when they make a sharp turn and drive right behind y/n. Oh shit. Their wake flows towards y/n, when the wake behind our boat collides with the wake from the jet ski, she loses control. “Y/N!” I scream. She hadn’t even saw it coming. She collided with the water and the only thing we heard was a loud bang. “Fuck, man! What the hell! Where is she?!” Luke yells. She hasn’t come back up. My impulses take control and I dive into the lake. As I swim towards where she was I see her life jacket. It had fallen off, and she hasn’t grabbed onto it. I take a huge breath and swim to the bottom. Luckily it wasn’t 30 ft deep, but just about 14 so I found her hand, and pulled her onto me. As we get back to the surface, Luke and Quinn are right there to help me pull her up onto the boat. “Y/n! Y/n! Can you hear me?!” Luke shouts. I pull myself onto the boat, feeling a bit lightheaded, but that doesn’t matter. I have to make sure she’s okay. She seems to be groggy, not passed out. “W-what happened?” She whispers. “Shh hey. You just feel the wakeboard. You hit your head really hard, you probably have a concussion. I’ll take you to the hospital as soon as we get back okay.” I tell her. She smiles at me and lays back down.

When we get back, I carry her bridal style into the house. I place her on the couch while I go get my keys. “What the hell happened?!” Ethan yells. “She hit her head, Eddy, I got it man. I’m taking her to the hospital now.” I say back. “Let me come.I’ll go change right now.” He says. “Man, I'm leaving now. I’m not waiting on you.” I picked her up and put her in the back seat. “Marky-y my head hurts.” She slurs. “I know. I’ve got you. Just lay down, and try to sleep eh. I’ll wake you when we get to the hospital. She stays silent for the rest of the ride. When we get her we go straight to the emergency room.

After the doctor took a look at her, she knew it was a concussion. Apparently she had a small cut on her scalp so the doctor gave her some pain meds, and stitched her right up. “She just needs to stay off the technology, and in dimly lit rooms, for about 2 weeks. If she needs pain meds give her some Tylenol or ibuprofen. I help her sign out and were out of there. “Mark, thank you so much.” ,” You don't have to thank me. I glab Im doing it.” She puts her finger on my mouth to say,” No, not just this. But everything. Your being way to nice to me. I feel bad. Im no where as near as caring as you are. I’ve just no been able to get you out of my head Mark. Why do you do this? I dont deserve it.” She says. “Y/n look at me. You deserve everything in the world do you hear me. You perfect. Your so perfect that it makes me question myself. I cant even rap my head around why on earth you think you anything less than that.” I tell her. She starts to lean towards me. Are bodys are inches apart, and she then places her lips onto mine. She kisses me softy but yet so passionately. She pulls away from the kiss to say,” God-d Marl you dont know how long ive wanted to so that.” If only she knew I’ve probably wanted to do that for even longer than she has. If she’ll give me the chance, I’ll make us a movie she’s never seen before.

Pt 4 in progress

#hockey #michigan #michigan hockey #umich boys #umich wolverines #umich hockey #mark estapa #ethan edwards #mark estapa blurb #markestapafic #ethan edwards fic

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3 Present shopping with gulia gwinn

A/N: Day twenty two of the Christmas advent calendar.

You were the organised type of present buyer. Throughout the year if you saw something one of your friends or family would like then you bought it. This meant come October, November at the latest, you were done and December could be stress free.

“Do you want to go for breakfast tomorrow?” Lina asks you.

You and some of the girls had just finished your last media appearance before the Christmas break. The energy was high within the group and even though you spent the majority of the week together, you still loved to go out and explore the city together.

“Sure 9am? I’ll meet you at the bakery, the one that does my favourite cinnamon buns” you mouth began watering at the mention of the sweet treat.

“No, you can’t” Gulia stops in her tracks, turns to you and puts her hand on your chest “you said you would help me with my Christmas shopping”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“First of all, hand” you look down at her hand.

“I forgot you don’t like to touched, Sorry” she quickly moves her hand away.

“Oh please, when you do it she takes longer to freak out” Lina says earning a slap.

It wasn’t that didn’t like it. It has more to do with the person and situation. Gulia was slowly becoming an exception. After you lost the euros you were heartbroken, there were nights when you couldn’t sleep because you would obsess over the mistakes you made. Once Gulia found out she would stay over and held you until you fell asleep. It was the first time someone else’s touch brought you comfort.

“As I was saying. Tomorrow is the 23rd December, how have you not finished your Christmas shopping?”

Gulia mumbles something incoherent.

“What was that?” You ask with an amused look on your face.

“I said I haven’t started it yet”

“What!” You mouth hangs open in shock.

“Don’t be dramatic. We’ll have fun”

You knew she was right. Whether you spent the day with her or anytime with her you had fun, more so with her than anyone else.

The next day you met with Gulia in the middle of Munich. She gave you a list of things she needed to get knowing that you knew where the best places to buy them were given that shopping is one of your favourite past times.

You quickly checked the first five people off the list. Gulia then decided now would be the perfect time for a coffee break.

“Can I ask you a question?” Gulia says as she watches you take a sip of your favourite beverage before nodding your head.

“Why don’t you like been touched? I asked Lina about it and she said I should ask you” Gulia looks down as she admits to discussing this behind your back.

“I probably wasn’t hugged enough as a child” you joke even though you know this is the exact reason.

You can see the look of pity wash over Gulia’s face. This is why you never talked out it, you cannot stand that look.

“But you let me touch you. You lay happily in my arms as you sleep and when I do this” she reaches across the table for your hand “you don’t pull away”

A small smile tugs at her lips as you allow her to stroke the back of your hand with her thumb.

“You are different, I can’t explain it. After the full time whistle was blown in the final you forced me into a hug so no one would see me cry, since then it’s like my heart trusts you”

“Well I’m honoured and I wont hurt you Y/N, I don’t think I could even if I tried”

“You don’t have to say that. Just because I opened up, you don’t have to say what you think I want to hear”

“Don’t do that. I felt something change that day too. Why do you think I offered to spend all of those nights at your house?”

Her hand still holds yours and that itself surprises you. You have never held hands with someone for this long before but what surprises you more if how happy the touch makes you.

Her question makes you think. You had asked yourself that same question every morning when you woke up in her arms.

“Because my bed is comfy” your attempt of making a joke out of the situation causes Gulia shake head “ok, fine. I don’t know Gulia”

“The thought of you having sleepless nights, overthinking every minute of that game and blaming yourself breaks my heart. It does that because I care for you but I think deep down you already know that or at least your subconscious does, it’s the reason why you don’t pull away”

You are at a loss for words. She was right though, you had thought about it but soon stopped. How could a girl like her every like a girl like you.

“Now we’ve have our deep moment, what do you say about us finishing the shopping?” She withdraws her hand and already you find yourself craving her touch.

A few shops later and the two of you are walking the streets of Munich. Gulia looks around at the different Christmas light and stalls but even then she can feel you staring at her.

“What is it?”

“Can I hold your hand?” You ask the question that had been on your mind since leaving the coffee shop. Gulia doesn’t answer but intertwines her fingers with yours.

“You’re cute” you teases you slightly “is this ok?”

“This is” you pause for a moment to see if your body will pull away only it doesn’t “its perfect”

The sun had long set when you finish the list but you didn’t mind. Today had been one of the best days you’ve had in a long time and you loved every minute of it.

“And we’re done” you close the boot of Gulia’s car after helping her load it with the presents.

“Not yet”

You grab the list out of your back pocket running your finger over every name which as you suspected had been crossed off.

“We are, look” you hold up the list for her to see.

“I still have to get you something. What do you want?”

You think for a second before the perfect gift comes to mind.

“You”

“You want me for Christmas?” She asks slightly confused.

“Yes and no. I want to take you on a date?”

“I guess you’ll have to wait and see what Santa brings you”

Gulia drives you home that night instead of you getting an Uber. When you arrive at your apartment she insists on walking you to your door.

The nights ends with her hugging you tighter than ever before.

“Merry Christmas Y/N. Thank you for trusting me” she whispers in your ear.

“Merry Christmas Gulia”

#christmas ficlet #woso x reader #Gulia Gwinn x reader #germwnt x reader #fc bayern frauen x reader

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scribe-cas · 1 year ago

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Ohno, it's WBW, and my curiosity about Mr. Profane is not sated. During a post yesterday you mentioned that myth turned into legend and now because people started naming him "The Silent" that he is now explicitly supernaturally quiet. If you would, explain more about how this works, and give me more examples of it happening in your world.

As someone who has been using tumblr for a month at most, I have no idea what WBW is, but if it means questions then i am excited to find out-

OKAY so to explain the “myth makes the legend” thing-

In super simple terms, its a form of manifestation; it happens in the real world, too. Sometimes, if you wish for things, focus on things, associate those things with another thing, then that thing will end up eventually coming true. (Although usually it will not be exactly in the way you imagine it.)

For example, sometimes you’ll be stuck at work, and every day for weeks you’ll sit there and bemoan, “oh, i wish i could go home. Oh i wish i didnt have to do this much work”

And then someone in your family dies. Or you get sick.

I mean, hey-

You suddenly got exactly what you wanted. But it came at a cost.

So, essentially, I’ve applied that to everything in this world, along with mixing it with a bit of folklore that varies from supernatural forces (primarily the state and importance of the true name, and how speaking of something can risk luring it to you, which goes hand in hand with The Silence specifically). :>

It doesn’t always work, it doesn’t always happen, but generally, at least a bit, every collective thought has influence.

With Myths, things are a little different.

You’ve seen jokes about how a horror character can’t kill you if the vibes are right or if you make up arbitrary rules as a kid, then no monsters will get you.

This, on some level, is true. (However, in my world, very few monsters care for children. They’re allowed to pass by easily because they’re simply harmless, although they spot monsters much more often for the exact same reason. They’re harmless. No monster fears what can’t hurt it.)

If someone has complete and utter faith that they won’t be hurt, no guilt to bear, no burden to carry-

Then they’re less likely to be a target.

However, if someone is harboring suspicious feelings, thinking they might get caught (usually, doing something they shouldn’t be)

That negative energy has power. And will more likely than not drag forces to you, because beasts are drawn to it.

Combined with the magic that supernatural forces harbor, this effect is somewhat amplified.

Especially once the written word happened.

Couteau used to be a normal cryptid- and while he could mimic noise, it wasn’t until after people started talking about him, and I quote, “keeping people quiet so that the victims might speak”, that he found he could rid himself of noise just as well as create it.

He technically always had the capability- but no one thinks of it. So the moment it was brought up, he realized, ‘oh’.

‘I can do this.”

And as the myth grew, so did the association between the two, allowing our favorite redhead to go from only quieting his voice

To his footsteps

To his breathing

To the forest

To the air around him

To his very heartbeat.

You can lay your head on his chest, and it won’t make a sound.

Particularly horrifying, considering the Silence itself is 12’4, and Couteau is only 6’6

Can you imagine seeing a 12 foot tall beast and having the air around you go so quiet you’d swear you’re in a void

Can you imagine watching it take a step forward as it looks at you from the body it had just torn up, and you realize that perhaps you’d have heard a scream

If it hadn’t been right there.

And it moves

And not a sound is made

Anyways- the smart locals know not to talk about it. It’s just a thing that lives there, you leave it be. You be polite and courteous and do not mention it by name, lest it be taken as an invitation.

The loud ones have made it a part of Halloween, have exploited the murders for personal gain and turned it into marketing.

And thus, the myth keeps growing.

Hope this helps!! :>

#i am going to wake up tomorrow and be like ‘how did i think this made sense’#bists #Blood Is Sweeter than Silence #coutalk #couteau my beloved go back into your box #anyways thank you for the ask i cherish them so much #i love talking about this

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“Do we… do we kiss now or…?” Jayden/Bailey?

A/N: I got this back in 2019 and I'm only just responding to it. I suck, I know, lol. Also, I'm sort of cheating because it's my Happy New Year ficlet for them but fixed some dialogue...meaning I answer this before even remembering it was in my inbox! Lol, I'm so sorry!

He was sure it was Emily’s and Mike’s idea to have the New Year’s Eve party. Though he was sure Kevin, Mia, Antonio, and Lauren weren’t too far behind. But it was definitely the yellow ranger’s idea.

She was always into things like that. As they had grown closer as a team, as a found family, she insisted on them celebrating every time they managed to defeat a Nighlock. And it was fun, something they’d started shortly before their tenure as rangers ended. They celebrated Halloween and Christmas, but had never celebrated the New Year together, so why not start now?

Those were the exact words on the letter Jayden had received from Emily, two weeks before they were to arrive at his house. Why she hadn’t just texted him, she wasn’t sure. But knowing Emily, she wanted to honor the essence of the day by sending official invitations. As it was, Jayden was excited to see his team again. He, Lauren, and Antonio had been the only ones who stuck around Panorama City, and even then, Anotino and Lauren were almost constantly on some sort of fishing trip.

It was a weird match made in heaven, his best friend and sister getting together. But it made sense all the same. When Antonio wasn’t spending his time training with Jayden, he was seen teasing Lauren and trying to get her attention. And Lauren, having had missed so much of life training as the true Samurai Red Ranger, was excited to be able to explore the world. It was a win-win, and the relationship they formed along the way seemed to be working out well for them. Antonio was his goofy self and Lauren laughed at all his jokes.

It was nice to see. And Jayden had seen it amongst the others as well, he’d always known Mike and Emily had a crush on each other since starting as rangers. He focused on his duties but wasn’t blind. It was more a of a sense of…curiosity to see how they would get together. They always seemed to be a little too shy to say anything. Kevin and Mia were a little different, Kevin was so focused on his line of duty as the blue ranger that it seemed to not even occur to him that Mia was into him until he started to loosen up a little.

Even then, Mike had to be the one to spell it out for him. Jayden remembered the night of sitting in the room Mike and Kevin shared and how Kevin’s eyes had grown wide and the almost squeaked “What?” acme from the blue ranger’s mouth when Mike simply said, “Dude…you know Mia likes you, right?”

So, Jayden wasn’t surprised when he saw the ranger couples heading up to the house on the day they arrived. Mike had his arm draped over Emily’s shoulders in that cool, nonchalant way that was simply Mike, Emily beaming at his side. (Though that could’ve been from the sheer excitement of seeing her friends again). Kevin and Mia were sweet, holding swinging hands between them as they strolled up to the house. And Antonio and Lauren brought up the rear, carrying fishing poles and laughing about something along the way…to the point Jayden and Ji heard them long before they came into view.

So for the next few hours they caught up with each other, following Emily’s and Mia’s orders of where the decorations and food was supposed to go for the perfect set up. Soon after, Jayden went to take a shower and change clothes, then came back to Emily starting to hand out the party blowers and hats they were to wear.

Lauren was the first one to bring it up. “When’s Bailey supposed to get here?”

Ji looked at his watch. “Any minute now,” he replied. “She had to take care of some work before coming over.”

“I can’t wait to see her!” Mia said, clasping her hands together. “It’s been so long.”

“Yeah, we can’t start until we’re all together,” Emily said, practically wiggling in excitement. “What’s a new year’s party if we’re not all together?”

“A regular party?” Mike said, making her gently roll her eyes.

“She’ll be here, Em,” Kevin said. He shared what looked to be a secret smile with the others. “We know that she wouldn’t be able to resist coming.”

At that, it seemed that all eyes turned Jayden’s way. At least, he noticed it on the lift of his cup to take another sip of his sparkling cider. Jayden slowly lowered it, his eyes shifting back and forth. “What?” He asked.

“Nothing!” Was the quick, and unbelievable reply.

Jayden’s face screwed up in light confusion. Unlike everyone else, he’d seen the purple samurai ranger around as she hadn’t left Panorama city once the Nighlocks had been defeated. It made sense, she was finishing up her studies and her work at the university and had the job at the coffee shop she held onto. The same coffee shop that Jayden frequented when the urge for some caffeine hit him. Every now and again he would catch her on her lunch break and the two would talk over their orders, talking about what Bailey was studying—and Jayden never understood—and his travels with Ji on their motorcycle trips.

Nothing much more than that…as far as he knew.

Though the others seemed to insist that something was going on. Maybe he just didn’t get it. They enjoyed each other’s company and alerted each other if there were any strange readings that my indicate evil things coming up. Sometimes they met up just to spar so that they wouldn’t get too rusty. But…that didn’t necessarily mean anything was going on.

There was a lot of catching up to do that Jayden needed to do as a person. He was advanced in a lot of ways but stunted in many others. That wasn’t to say he hadn’t joined in the conversation when the boys were talking about which ranger girls were cute. Objectively, he thought they were, and could at least say he thought his sister deserved someone but had never really been attracted to someone.

That he knew of.

Is that what it meant when he felt a little overconfident while equally a little nervous, got annoyed when he wasn’t being paid attention to? Wasn’t that just being a leader?

“Mia, why do you look like you’re about to burst?” Jayden asked, watching as Mia ran her hands over each other. Partially as a subconscious means to take the attention off him, and partially because he noticed the bit of high energy from the pink ranger who was usually very calm.

She lifted herself to sit on her hands. “No reason,” she replied with a warm smile.

He didn’t quite believe her, but Mia also wasn’t one to lie very often.

“Hey everyone!”

All attention moved away from Jayden as Bailey Mitchell; the purple samurai ranger swept into the room with a bounce to her step. Thankful for the distraction, Jayden held back as the other rangers got up and gave her excited hugs. He didn’t really need to greet her; he saw her regularly. Nevertheless, he gave a small smile and a wave when her gaze swept his way.

So, the party became full swing. With food, laughter, and games going as the night went on, with the TV that Mike had eventually convinced Ji to invest in, set to the news to watch the countdown for the ball to drop. Eventually, the conversation moved to the guys in the living room while the girls were in the kitchen. As soon as Lauren’s ponytail disappeared around the corner, Mike turned to Jayden with a head whip so quick that Jayden lightly flinched.

He didn’t especially like the look on the green ranger’s face.

“So?” Mike asked, his lips pulled back into a smirk. “Are you going to kiss Bailey once the ball drops?”

Jayden blinked in surprise, confusion, and…anxiety. “Kiss?”

He knew the traditions surrounding Halloween—he wistfully watched the other kids go around the neighborhood dressed up and getting candy while he was still training. He understood Christmas—it was the holiday that Ji insisted they didn’t let pass by. But New Year’s wasn’t anything special to as far as he knew…he and Ji were usually on watch in case Nighlocks appeared to want to catch Panorama off-guard in the wee hours of the early morning.

But it wasn’t simply the fact that the tradition was lost on him that made him hesitate, but the fact that the red ranger had never kissed anyone before.

If it were possible, the Shiba house had gotten louder the closer it got to midnight.

In a way that Bailey hadn’t been used to for most of her life. As a kid she remembered holidays with her mom and sister being just the three of them. In Angel Grove it was just her and Avalon for a while. After having met the other rangers, they were swept up in holidays festivities to the point that the first holiday they spent with their new friends Avalon and Bailey were overwhelmed.

Over the years, they went back to smaller celebrations, mostly herself, Avalon, and her brother-in-law, Billy. All the teams and friends she’d met over the years, they consistently became spread out as the years went on and their ranger duties were no longer needed.

So, the opportunity to see her friends from the Samurai team again was an exciting opportunity. And a good way for her to get her head out of the academic world she threw herself into, wanting to finish her degree. Honestly, she probably could have graduated early and even skipped grades when she was young, she remembered when Avalon had suggested it to her. But Bailey, unlike Billy, had turned it down. As smart as she was, she enjoyed her friendships as much as she enjoyed learning and wanted to stick with her peer group.

Plus, she hadn’t been to a party since the housewarming Max had thrown with his boyfriend. The rest of the staff of the coffee shop was there, but no one else she knew. And it was weird, she never realized how comfortable she’d become in the ranger life until it was gone. Like she was watching every one from an overhead vantage point rather than being there.

But in the Shiba house she felt more comfortable. It was a home to her, and should have been with how much time she spent there. Despite knowing Emily had spearheaded the party, she was a little surprised to see Ji and Jayden getting so into the festivities. They’d always been so serious about things as they were fighting the Nighlocks.

Even birthdays seemed to be blips on the radar.

It was a nice change of pace to see how relaxed everyone was. Jayden had talked about it a few times before, when holidays had never happened, and Jayden had grown to not be disappointed.

It was fine. Lots of things changed after his mother passed away and that was just one of the many new things Stiles had adjusted to.

That new year’s eve, the house was full and it made Bailey smile.

The night went on, soon it was almost midnight and Bailey decided to get some more food from the kitchen. Anything to keep from watching as the clock went ticked on, aware that the party was slowing down—though Emily’s excitement for the new year wasn’t—and everyone was getting ready to bring in the new year.

Where she’d be the only one without someone to kiss. Hell, even when she was a kid she at least had Fred to kiss. And then Carter that one time. And that one girl that one year, though she wasn’t entirely sober for that one. And Max, of course, being the good friend that he was. And those kisses didn’t count anyway, it was different when you were celebrating new years as an adult.

It was a thing.

And it clearly was a thing since Mia, Emily, and Lauren had all talked about how excited they were with their new years’ kisses coming up. Mia, surprisingly, was especially excited about it. Then again, she was the one who had been the most into romance and weddings, so it wasn’t that weird. Lauren was a little better than Jayden, having traveled and been with Antonio for so long that she was able to experience multiple holidays and festivities in different cities and countries. The new years kiss wasn’t foreign to her but she was still enthralled with the idea as it was.

Then again, as far as Bailey knew, everything seemed to excite Lauren. She hadn’t seen a girl smile at life as much since she’d met Kimberly.

And, of course, Emily had Mike…

“There you are!”

Bailey looked up as Emily scurried into the kitchen, her ballet flats tapping against the floor as she went. “Come on! The ball’s about to drop! You need to be there!”

“Oh, no, I’m…” Bailey wasn’t able to get the rest of her words out before she was yanked back into the living room.

Stuck, Bailey stood just in the doorway of the living room, trying to stay inconspicuous. Her eyes flickered over the countdown on the TV screen. She sighed, slightly disappointed. By that point she’d figured she would have had things figured out, had a boyfriend to spend the holidays with. It was hard to leave from spending Christmas with Avalon and Billy, but seeing her friends was a good reprieve. It was nice to see their marriage going well, something they both deserved after how hard they fought for it.

But she didn’t want to cramp their style. New years was for couples and friends and she was content to sit in her apartment before having been invited out. And it wasn’t like she wasn’t used to not having someone to kiss. She’d been so much of a nerd in her formative years that people didn’t really look her way.

Still, it was hard to see Mike and Emily, Kevin and Mia, and Antonio and Lauren pair up.

But that was fine, she was happy for them. The small smile that came to her face proved as much.

Still, she couldn’t help but feel every nerve in her body ignite on fire when she realized Jayden was standing close to her, head bent toward the floor. As if he had the same idea she had, of ducking into the kitchen when he got the chance. Still, Bailey couldn’t help but glance at him from the corner of her eye; the tall, brooding, red ranger that he was.

And who she had a crush on since, almost, the first time she looked at him. Of course, she’d denied it like crazy, she never liked people telling her things about herself rather than her figuring it out on her own. But her own will could be stubborn. Anyway, she was smart, she recognized a crush the moment her heart rate had started to increase…and it couldn’t quite be ignored when all of her co-workers would coo and squeal in her ear whenever ‘Sad Guy’ came in to order.

Not that it mattered anyway, Jayden was remarkably straightforward with what he wanted. And the only thing he wanted was to defeat the Nighlocks and finish what his father started. Everything outside of that wasn’t anything that even crossed his radar. So even when she admitted to herself she liked him she knew it was a moot point.

For two reasons 1) A guy that good looking would never be interested in her—she still remembered the embarrassment of what happened with Conner, and 2) Nothing seemed to turn him on more than morphing.

But it was more than that; when he relaxed, he was nice, real. He was able to be himself and not ‘Jayden the red ranger’. Plus, the irony wasn’t lost on her, she made fun of Avalon for having a thing for Jason way back when. Having a thing for the red ranger must run in the family.

Bailey glanced at him again then froze, seeing that he had glanced at her at the same time and their eyes met. He shifted a little closer to her, still far enough away the distance wasn’t questioned but close enough she could reach out and touch him if needed.

“So, uh, you, uh…” Jayden cleared his throat. “Don’t have anyone to kiss?”

Bailey’s face screwed up in confusion, and slight offense. That was a…weird conversation to start. And one that she didn’t really want to have. But it also wasn’t something she wasn’t used to with Jayden Shiba. He’d been so engrained in a life of battle that regular social cues and situations was foreign to him. She’d seen him stumble over showing more than surface level interest to people he came across.

“Guess not,” she replied.

“I don’t either.”

At that, Bailey rolled her eyes. Now she got it. Understood why the words seemed so foreign in Jayden’s mouth probably came from Mike. So much so that when she looked over at the green ranger, he quickly looked away, as if the ceiling had suddenly become so interesting. Part of her wished she was back with her sister.

It took a second for her to realize Jayden was still speaking to her.

“Uh, maybe, uh, we could, uh, kiss each other?”

Bailey blinked in surprise, working to let the words roll through her head and make sense of them. She stared at him, at the side of his face as he continued to look at his feet. This was Jayden, the red ranger who would race into battle without a second thought. Who had almost gotten himself killed out of a sense of pride and wanting to protect his team.

And he was…nervous.

It almost didn’t compute.

It certainly didn’t make sense.

Jayden was still talking. “Do we… do we kiss now or…?"

Bailey’s brain short-circuited as she tried to work out what to say in response. Part of her was excited, another part of her was working through the mathematical probability that he was, in fact, asking an honest question and not messing with her.

Jayden frowned, lightly lifting his chin at her silence. “If you don’t want to…you don’t have to…”

Bailey quickly crunched the numbers and found the probability of him making a fool of her was a lot less than her panicked 50:50 odds. The thought made her smile a little, and give her more than enough courage to reach out and place her hand on the back of Jayden’s neck and slide in toward him. She saw his face before she closed her eyes, a soft look of surprise and self-consciousness before moving forward to meet her.

She could hear the cheering of the new year around her but focused on nothing but her lips dragging over his, his tentative pressure on hers, and the sound of her heart thumping in her ears. She pulled back a little, finding Jayden eagerly pushing toward her again.

His lips against hers were clumsy, but he caught on quickly after a few seconds. He’d always been a quick study. For a second, panic moved into Bailey’s head, wondering if he was only offering due to pressure from others or from the holiday, but then he brought his hands up to gently rest on her lower back and he kissed her again and it went away.

They don't pull back for a long, long time.

Enough so they miss Mia announcing her engagement at the new year.

THE END

#power rangers #power rangers samurai #power rangers super samurai #jayden shiba #bailey mitchell #jayley #ficlet #answered ask #prompt #about fucking time #and that's calling myself out not talking about jayley

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Arms Wide Open, Catch Me If I Fall:

Chapter 2: Before The Storm

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Amanda ‘Birdie’ Hallett (OC)

Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x Baylie ‘Lucky’ Steele ( @bayisdying ) (OC)

Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Rachael ‘Dragon’ Kazansky ( @dragon-kazansky ) (OC)

Ron ‘Slider’ Kerner x Jade ‘Whiskey’ Kerner ( @mrsjaderogers ) (OC)

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Grace ‘Spicy’ Bradshaw ( @gracespicybradshaw ) (OC)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Alana ‘Cinco’ Metcalf ( @mrsjaderogers ) (OC)

Word Count: 5k+

Summary: After a night at the Hard Deck where the girls keep getting hit on, they decide the next day to do something together without the guys. The girls all have a ‘Girl’s Night In’ , a very pregnant Spicy & an excited Cinco meets Birdie and the girls watch romantic comedy movies, eat junk food, and talk about exes. The group overhears a weird conversation with Fanboy, Lucky, & Birdie. Movie quotes and as always sassy Lucky.

🚨 Warnings: nothing just angst & fluff

A/N📋: dividers by @sligheach-sidhe , cover by me ( @callmemana ).

Thank you @mrsjaderogers and @bayisdying for helping and proof reading!

Robert Floyd knew that the others had started to catch on to his pulling back.

He hadn’t exactly been subtle about it, as soon as the carrier brought them back to land was when he stopped hanging out with the squad.

Bob was like smoke in the wind, hard to find.

He was sitting in his apartment’s living room, looking at the old photographs that he kept of Bird, silently kicking himself when the doorbell rang.

Bob didn’t get up until the third time the visitor pressed the button, then he groaned and quickly stashed the photos in one of the books on his coffee table.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to see Mickey. It was a work night, and it was already 11:45.

With furrowed brows, he gestured for the other male to come in and into the living room as he closed the front door and followed.

Bob went to the kitchen as Mickey made himself at home, grabbing two beers and twisting the cap off before making his way back to the couch.

He stood frozen in his step as he saw what Mickey had in his hand, an old photo of himself and his Birdie.

He could remember the exact day that the photograph was taken.

A week after their first date, they were on the tarmac walking to their respective jets, when Bird jumped onto his back, ruffled his hair, and kissed his cheek obnoxiously.

The photo had captured the aftermath and the kiss.

Athena had printed two out the next day, saying that ‘it was just so cute not to save forever.’

Well jokes on her, the memory might be kept forever, but we ended up breaking each other’s hearts.

Mickey sat on the loved couch, flabbergasted and mouth opening and closing like a fish. “Bob, who’s this woman?”

The man in question sighed, sat down, and handed over the extra beer to his nerdy best friend, “That’s nobody special.”

“Seems pretty special to me companero,” muttered Mickey as he comforted his friend.

“Doesn’t matter anymore, We’re broken up.” he shrugged as he took a pull from his beer.

Mickey’s eyebrows shoot up towards his hairline, “I’m not gonna lie, we all thought that you hadn’t ever had a girlfriend, you’re very shy and reserved.”

Bob laughed, “Mick, I might be shy and reserved, but that doesn’t mean I can’t find love.”

“LOVE? Who are you and what have you done with my friend.”

“She brought out a different side of me. She was like a tornado, chaotic. But she was never afraid to take the next step even if she was scared and would take me with her on every adventure she went on.”

“She sounds amazing, I’m kinda mad I didn’t get to meet the other you or her.”

“You’d love her, she’s a nerd about The Avengers and Star Wars. We’d say the Han and Leia thing from Empire Strikes Back.”

“That’s awesome. I try to get Lucky to, but she just says ‘No,’ and walks away. She needs to realize that she married a nerd and this said nerd likes to quote movies to his loved one.”

“Mick, I hate to tell you this, but Lucky’s never gonna say that to you. She loves you, and absolutely knows your a nerd, I mean look at your helmet, it's in Star Trek font.”

He laughed and took a pull of his room temperature beer, “Yeah, I should’ve guessed that. It would be nice if once or twice to hear her quote a sci-fi movie to me its like dirty talk to me.”

“I didn’t need to know that.” Bob with furrowed brows and finishing off his bottle.

Mickey just shrugged and then finished his own beer.

Bob tipped his head at the empty and he got a nod from his friend and then walked to the kitchen for another round.

As soon as he left, Mickey took the photo out of the book and captured a picture of it to send to his unofficial FBI agent of a wife.

The two men talked for a while longer before Mickey had to leave to get home to Lucky.

They exchanged manly pats on the back as Mickey left.

Bob sat in his place on the couch again and took out the photos. He just couldn’t stop thinking about her as of late.

It might be because of his friends’ recent marriage, but he couldn’t know for sure.

He knew when he left that he had no right to think about her afterwards. Their relationship was ancient history.

Bob wasn’t proud in the way he ended it, the most awful way, making sure that she wouldn’t try to get back together if he survived the mission.

This seemed like this was his one hundredth mistake when it came to his relationship with Bird.

It not only hurt her, but him in the process.

Bob was in love and going to marry her someday, knew that as soon as their first date ended.

It was kind of funny to think that if he didn’t do what he did, they could both be in Miramar right now in his off-base housing, snuggling close with Ozzy inbetween them and watching a movie and eating junk food.

Bob missed the good morning kisses, breakfast eaten together, driving to base together, and so many other things that he and Bird did every day.

His days had gone boring since the relocation, sure he had made new friends, but its different without her here with him.

Bob tried to be more social, but it seemed impossible to come out of his shell with these new people he's come to know.

Most of the aviators for the uranium mission had an oversized ego that crashed with each other on a day to day basis.

Mostly Hangman and Rooster in the beginning, but now they have put aside their rivalry and became some what friendly towards one another.

Mickey and Natasha could possibly be the only actual friends that knows the most about him.

He doesn’t blame the others though, Bob’s a hard nut to break on personal information.

The next day, he came to base with his face neutral and a cup holder full of to-go coffee for the squad.

Bob handed them out to each recipient and sat down in his normal spot, right by Phoenix but across from Mickey and Rueben.

The other nerdy Wizzo leaned into Bob’s space, whispering,“Hey man, I just wanna say that I’m sorry for showing up unannounced yesterday.”

He waved him off, “It’s fine Mick, no trouble. I was digging up bones that shouldn’t stayed buried.”

Fanboy gave him a look, “Are you sure? It was rude of me to do that.”

“I’m sure, no harm done. I needed to get outta my head anyway.”

He didn’t miss the way that Phoenix and Mickey shared a worried look at their friend’s mood.

Bob knew that the other’s were suspicious about his overnight shift in personality too.

As he scanned the room, In the front of the class, Lucky could be seen on her phone typing away rapidly.

Bob noted this and just thought that she was in the girls’ group chat ranting about something exciting that had happened the day prior.

Little did he know, she was on the internet and researching about the mystery lady that Mickey had found the picture of in Bob’s apartment yesterday.

Getting very little information about the female aviator.

Bob glanced at his phone, checking the time. Maverick’s late.

He takes a sip of his steaming coffee, only to wince and open the lid to cool it down faster.

“Hey Bob, you okay?”

“Yeah Nix, just burnt my tongue, I’ll be alright.” he spares her a small smile, which she returns.

Small sentences was all that he gave them anymore, and he could tell that they were getting tired of them quickly.

“You going to the Hard Deck tonight?” questioned Rooster.

“I don’t think so, I got chores to do around the house. Maybe next time.”

“You’ve blown us off the last five times, come on.” “Yeah, come on Bob. We miss you.”

He just shakes his head, “I’ve put it off for weeks now, It needs to be done tonight before I forget.”

“Then maybe we can help?” offered Payback. “Many hands make light work.” commented Mickey.

“Nah, its okay. It’s better if I just do it anyway. Thank you though,” finished Bob as he tried his coffee again, this time the perfect temperature.

Behind Bob, all around the other members of the squad looked at eachother and nodded, a plan already set in motion.

It wasn’t long afterwards that Maverick entered the hanger and walked to the front where the podium was. The flight lesson begins.

Bob was exhausted after the day they had, another stupid bet made with the Captain had all of the failing aviators doing another set of two hundred pushups thanks to Payback and Fanboy.

He drove home, took a shower, and ate dinner before he went to the spare room where the boxes that had his last bit of possessions from his shared house in Lemoore sat untouched.

Bob didn’t want to go through them, too many happy memories were woven into the objects that they held.

Too much hurt and tears also could be found in those stupid boxes.

He went to his kitchen and found his stash of Jack Daniels in the cupboard, took three large gulps and waited for the buzz to kick in before going back to the room.

A pair of scissors used as an opener, he cut the first box and pulled out the bear that he had won her at the county fair that they later named Chewy because of the resimbilence to the character.

Pictures of their relationship from the past four years, goofy and serious, had tears threatening his waterline.

The tie she bought him for the first Naval Award Dinner they went to and a shoebox full of old ticket stubs from all of their movie or concert dates.

Those alone could break his heart further than it already was, but he needed the fresh wound to sting.

The last thing he took out had him reaching for the bottle again, taking a drink equally as immense as the first two gulps, and brought the item out.

It was a vintage style Star Wars shirt he had owned since he was in High School.

Bob could remember every time she’d steal that shirt to sleep in when she missed him while he was over seas on a mission.

He shifted the shirt towards his nose and inhaled, her body soap still intertwined in the fabric.

This was the final crack in the dam, unshead tears falling quietly and onto the shirt.

Bob’s emotions changed quickly into anger as he reached for the bottle again, drinking a third in one sitting.

He hated himself for what he did, how could he not.

And like every old country song, he relied on alcohol to fix his mistakes. As if that would really help the situation and not bring him closer to self-destruction.

The next box didn’t help his mood.

He grabbed the letters that the couple had sent back and forth while they were deployed in different bases out of the box and started to open the envelopes one by one, reading every word.

Bob missed her little notes she’d leave all round the house, his locker, manual, helmet, and many other places.

The third box actually had him laughing, it carried some pillows and blankets, and something else.

On the bottom, there was the nerf gun and about half of the ammo that Bird had bought so they could have nerf gun wars to see who would cook dinner that night or did certain chores that neither of them liked to do.

It was a fun way to decide who did the tasks and a great way for them to take it easy after a hard day on base or in the air.

Bob stood with the toy in hand and put in on a shelf in the living room, this would be showcased and could be used on Mickey or anyone else that pissed him off.

With three of the five boxes emptied, Bob took the time to start and put some of the other things away.

He took the smaller items and put them into one box, found a sharpie and labeled it “memories,” and then put it in his closet.

The Star War shirt was put in the dirty clothes basket for him to wash the scent of her out of it once and for all. He couldn’t wear it again without the smell gone.

Bob went back and had another long swig before sitting back down and opening the second to last box.

Before he could, the doorbell rang. Distractly, he ran a hand through his already dishevled hair.

He chose to ignore the visitor, they’d leave if they thought he was asleep. The front room was dark and held no evidence that anyone was awake.

Looking at his watch, he read 10:57, about the time he usually went to sleep on a work day.

The knocking was persistent and getting louder as the seconds passed it seemed.

Groaning, Bob took one last pull of the Whiskey before making his way to the door. He didn’t look through the peephole, just swung the door open.

“Yes?” he grumbled, unaware of the worried faces his friends wore. He turned just a little and put the Daniel’s bottle on the counter closest to him.

“You said earlier that you had some chores to do, so we thought we’d stop by and see if you needed help anyway.”

“Like I said before, I’m fine. Almost done anyhow. Thanks for stopping by.” He said as he attempted to shut the door, only for Hangman to put his shoe in the way.

“Seriously Baby On Board, you were gonna slam the door on us?” smirked Hangman as the others make their way into the apartment, uninvited.

“I see you were visited by a good friend named Jack.” commented Lucky as she shook the bottle to show the others.

“I didn’t see this here yesterday, redecorating Bob?” questioned Mickey.

“I recently got some boxes filled with old things from a friend back in Lemoore. If I’m stationed here permanently, I should probably make it look like I live here, don’t you think?”

“No need to get so defensive Robert,” “We’re just curious.”

“Anyway, where’s the boxes?” “None of your business, please just go home.”

“No can do, Robert. We’re not leaving until we at least help for a little while.”

“I can do it by myself, I am fully capable of opening boxes and putting shit away.”

“Not if you smell like a brewery, which you do, by the way. It’s not safe to be around sharp objects in your condition.”

“Then I’ll turn in for the night and finish it tomorrow, there is no more danger,” Bob rolled his eyes at his friends, “goodbye now.”

He started to walk back down the hall towards his bedroom and stopped after he closed the door, waiting to hear the front door do the same.

But it never did, no, the others acted as if this was their own house and roamed as they pleased.

It took a total of sixity seconds for Bob to panic that they’d find the boxes and go through them.

Their curiosity getting the best of them, or maybe the need to snoop around the shy Wizzo’s house to get to know him better was just too much to handle.

Bob walked out of the room silently and slowly made his way to the spare room, key in hand. As soon as he got to the door, it was too late.

They had stumbled across the boxes, more specifically the opened box with memorabilia from Bird and his relationship.

The one he’d yet seen for himself.

The breath that he had held is let go as he sees just clothes peaking out of the box. But of course, Phoenix is observant as ever.

“Why is the boxed labelled with female handwriting Bob?” this causes all of the other aviators to glance at the front and smile or smirk.

“That’s none of your business Natasha, and I believe that I asked y’all to leave.” declared Bob, anger running thin.

“Dude, we just wanna get to know you better what’s the matter with that?” questioned Coyote.

“I have some things that I’d like to keep quiet and knowing you lot, it won’t be. You need to respect my want for privacy.”

Lucky, who’s had her phone attached to her face all night, looks up and smirks.

“So, is this Bird a private matter or are we allowed to know about her?”

Bob’s eyebrows furrow jaw tightens, “Like I’ve repeated several times tonight, none of your business. Leave.”

This time, he followed them to the door, slammed it in their faces, to show just how mad he is, and locked the door by deadbolt.

He went to the opened box and saw the note that was left on top, “Even though you said you didn’t, just know that I meant it every time.”

Birdie’s day started how it always did, her arm reaching out to the other side of the bed to touch Bob, only to find nothing.

With that, she got up and did her morning routine, having breakfast, getting dressed, doing her hair, and brushing her teeth all before getting into her old Chevy and driving to base.

Athena, her best friend, waited at the front doors for her when she parked, holding a coffee and doughnut for herself.

“How you doing? Lucas and I have been worried about you lately.”

A fake smile shines through the exhaustion, “I’m fine. Just shipped the last of the boxes last week, he should be getting them soon. It just feels so real now. He’s really gone, Thena.”

The other woman turns and wraps her arms around her miserable friend, “I know Bird, I know. I’m sorry that he did that to you. I couldn’t believe it at first either, he was a good man.”

“I’m just flabbergasted about it, I thought we were happy together. What happened Thena, I thought we were each other’s soulmate.”

“Maybe you just wanted to believe that you were it for him, but he didn’t see it.” Thena rubbed Bird’s arms.

The women went to the locker room and changed into their flight suits, putting their electronics and other valuables in their individual lockers.

Before Bird could, her phone lit up with a notification from Facebook with a friend request.

She ignored it and turned her phone off, placing it in the locker and leaving the room, going to the hanger with Athena.

When the day was over, she showered, got the rest of her possessions from her locker, and left.

She made it home safely and ate dinner by herself in the living room, watching a Disney movie.

Bird was getting ready for bed as she looked at her phone screen again, remembering about the friend request.

She opened the app and checked out the woman’s who she didn’t recognized page.

‘Baylie ‘Lucky’ Garcia,’ it read and the newest photos showed her recent wedding with the love of her life, Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia.

She scrolled through the posts and after a while, she saw a picture with Bob in the background, photobombing the couple with another dark haired women.

Bird felt the tears stream down her face, of course he’d move on so quick.

He already told her that he never loved her the same way she did. She had no right to feel this way towards him anymore.

Even if she had no contact with Bo anymore, doesn’t mean that she can’t see how he’s doing through his new friends.

So, with her mind made up, she pressed ‘accept’ and went to sleep.

The house felt odd without all of the things Bam left behind when he moved to San Diego.

But that wasn’t the right word, no. That would be empty.

The next morning she decided that it would be good for Ozzy to go on a walk, he’s missing Bo just as much as she was.

When the walk was over, Bird got ready for base and left shortly afterwards.

She stopped at a close-by bakery and ordered a large coffee and a chocolate muffin to go.

Once she had made it on base, Bird went to do her usual routine and ended up in the hanger with the other aviators.

She was happier than she had been in a while after her moring run with her pooch.

Athena noticed the difference in her appearance, and smiled. She was happy for her friend after the long dark period she had been through the last six months.

During lunch, Athena had finally asked about the mood change.

“So, Manny, why the good mood today?” she smirked as she chewed her bite of sandwich.

Bird just shrugged, “I don’t really know. I woke up and the smile was just there. The only thing that I did differently was take Oz on a morning walk instead of our evening walk.”

“It’s said to be better to workout during the morning than at night,” she nodded.

“Yeah, Oz loved it! He even found a cute little mushroom and I picked it.”

“That’s adorable, any pictures?”

Within seconds, Bird had her phone out of her pocket and swiped through her pictures to find the one from this morning.

What she didn’t anticipate, was being brought down memory lane as soon as she saw it again.

“What’s wrong? Did you accidently delete it again?” she asked as she leaned in to see the phone screen.

“No, it just reminded me of Bo. Remember when we went on the walk in basic and found a cute mushroom and I picked it for him, later that day he gave me a pretty rock.”

Athena’s hands settled on her shoulder, comforting her, “Hey, its okay to remember the good parts of the relationship sometimes. He hasn't been gone for very long, its okay to still think about him.”

“But that's the problem Thena! I don’t want to think about him anymore, I wanna be able to move on. I got a friend request from an aviator in San Diego and she’s in Bo’s new squadron. I even saw him photobombing her picture with another woman. What if he’s moved on already?” she ranted.

“Hey look, that San Diego aviator messaged you.” pointed out Thena.

“Hi, I’m sorry to bother you. My name is …” She quickly checked the time and realized that it was sent over an hour ago, and opened the app.

“Hi, I’m sorry to bother you. My name is Baylie, but my callsign is Lucky. I’m currently stationed at Top Gun as an instructor with someone I think you know. He’s not in a good shape, I don’t know what happened between you two but ever since my wedding he’s been… not Bob.”

The next text bubble read, “I love Bobby as a friend, but um he snapped at me the other day and it wasn’t joke. I don’t wike it.”

Bird couldn’t help but be curious as to why she was contacting her about Bo.

Lucky had told Bird that she didn’t know what happened between them. So how did she know about her?

Bird typed, “Hi Lucky, it’s nice to meet you! You’re not bothering me at all, I am a little curious about how you know about me though. Bo is a very private person about his personal life.”

Then she started a new message, “Bo has a temper but he usually keeps it handled unless someone pokes at him constantly. I’m sorry that he snapped at you, I hope that he calms down soon.”

The bubble with dots showed up quickly after the second message, “Well you see, none of us know how to behave, its why we work so well together and we broke into his house and found him drunk and crying over some pictures of you guys…”

Bird frowned, “Oh, I didn’t realize he was taking the breakup so hard. Was it Coors or Whiskey?”

“My best friend, Jack Daniels.” Bird winced, he was taking it very hard by the choice of drink.

“Please watch out for him, I don’t want him to go back to old ways.” pleaded Bird as she reread the message, concern heavy in her heart.

“I’m trying my best here.”

“I appreciate that you reached out to me concerning Bo. I would feel awful if he did something self-distructive.” Bird showed the messages to Thena.

“Oh shit, maybe you should reach out to him?”

“You know I can’t, I don’t wanna overwhelm him or for him to think that i’m coddling him.”

Athena just rolled her eyes, “Babe, Bob has loved you since the first day at bootcamp, six months apart won’t change that.”

“Thena, he said that he didn’t love me, never did. I should just leave him alone to live his life.”

“Look, she texted again!” both faces whipped to face the screen as the message popped up.

“How does a trip to San Diego sound? I can pull some strings and get you here. I think…I think it might be best if he sees you.”

Bird started to type an apology when Athena grabbed her phone, deleting the words and pressing send when she was finished.

“I’d like to see him too, we didn’t end it on the best of terms and i’d like to hear the reason on why he did what he did.”

Then she started a new message, “Thank you so much for reaching out to me Lucky, I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know.”

“Why would you do that! I don’t wanna see him yet!!” screamed Birdie, making the others around their table to look their way.

“Because Bird, you need to see him to know why he actually did it, he just said terrible things to you and left the next day. You need this, to move on.”

She rolled her eyes but ultimately, Thena was right. She did need this to move on from Bo.

Bird was still hung up on him and probably would be for longer than healthy if she didn’t get the closure she desperately needed.

After lunch it was back to the hanger and tarmac for training and then they’d go home.

Bird drove over to Athena and Lucas for dinner.

“Oh Lukey, Oh Lukey, I’m home.” bellowed Athena as she entered the house, Birdie close behind.

Lucas was in the kitchen, an apron on, and dinner on the stove cooling. As soon as Heather saw him, she pulled him into a kiss.

“Don’t mind me, I’ll just stand here awkwardly as my best friend kisses her fiance.” muttered Bird.

They ended the kiss, chuckling to each other. “Oh don’t be like that, Manny! Come on, gimme a hug. I haven't seen ya in a while.”

Bird rolled her eyes, but did as told anyways, “Two days isn’t a while, Luke.” “For you maybe, but for me it is.” he whined.

“Someone from San Diego contacted Bird about Bobby-Boy.”

“Oh yeah, what about ‘em?” questioned Lucas. “He ain’t doin’ so well at that new base.” shrugged Heather.

“Oh, what’s he drinking?” “Jack D’s.” commented Bird, absentmindly.

Lucas’ eyes went wide, “Oh shit! Yeah, I’d say he ain’t doing good if he’s gone straight to the whiskey.”

“That’s what Bird said to her. And guess what?” exclaimed Thena. “What babe.”

“No you have to guess.” whined Heather, giving him puppy-dog eyes.

Lucas rolled his eyes but humored her anyway, “He wants to speak with Manny?”

Heather’s face lit up, “How are you so good at guessing! That San Diego aviator, Lucky, said that she’d try and pull some strings and get Manny over to see him!”

“Do you really think that’s a good idea? You guys ended it pretty badly.” questioned Lucas, pointing his fork at her accusingly.

“I honestly don’t know, but Lucky said that she thought he would be better if he saw me.” shrugged Bird, taking a bite from her plate.

After she left Lucas and Heather’s house, Bird started thinking about her trip.

Like, what if she actually went and Bob wanted nothing to do with her. Would he be happy to see her after all these months apart?

How would he act? Would he be awkward or hateful towards her now that they broke up?

What if Lucky was wrong? And Bo doesn’t want to see her at all?

Questions like these swam in her mind as she tossed and turned in her bed as she tried to go to sleep.

Tomorrow Bird would start to get things ready for her trip, she didn’t really know how long she’d be in San Diego either.

She’d have to contact Lucky again and see if she’d actually be going to the base.

Bird was beyond nervous being around Bo again, especially when around new people that didn’t know what had happened in their relationship, not that it was any of the other’s business either.

She promised herself that she’d keep quiet about the messy ending as long as he did the same, which shouldn’t be difficult because Bo hated people digging into his personal life.

They didn’t know anything about her, they might not end up liking her at all.

She was a tornado, chaotic and wild, and most people couldn’t or wouldn’t deal with her energy.

What people don’t understand is that’s just her personality.

She just hoped that everything would be ok at San Diego.

Her biggest fear is that Robert will see her and afterwards, ignore her the rest of the trip.

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living-d3ad-gh0ul · 2 years ago

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Monday 5th December 2022, 4.52am

Well here comes an insomnia post from me haha. I've been lying here in bed for about an hour now, after falling asleep really early after dinner, so here we are lol. And I have to start work at 7am, I'm going to just try and power through the day, lots of coffee and lots of keeping myself busy with work. I have a couple meetings today anyway, I just hope one of them isn't one of those ones that could have been an email. I know the other one won't be, I just hate pointless meetings, especially on a Monday haha.

I'm so glad you enjoyed your time in Terry- I mean Tassy. Even if you did bring home COVID, I really hope you're still doing okay with that and it's still just a mild cold. I had COVID for the first time in July, during our heatwave too and it was awful having a fever during that. I was quite unwell and had to take a week off work. The first pub you mentioned sounds so nice (and looks nice if that was in one of the photos you posted) and I immediately had an image of us cosying up there together, talking and laughing and just looking at each other. Being with you in the bush around a fire also sounds amazing too, I'd love that. The dog you met looks absolutely ADORABLE too and I hope you told him he's a very good boy. I bet his awoos were the cutest ever. I sometimes look after my sister's dog, she's an all black long haired German Shepherd. She's very cute, but sometimes I have to be careful when I leave my bedroom at night, because she blends in with my rug in my hallway haha. Gotta be sure you don't trip over her.

It definitely sounds like you had lots of fun, even if you did feel alone. The trolley picture made me laugh, because that's exactly something I would probably do too. I can't believe your bandmate brought a girl back though lol you'll be glad that nothing happened with them, even if their snoring did keep you awake haha. All the scenery and everything you said about Tasmania and Hobart itself sounds amazing. I'd have loved all of that too. I could imagine us together at the street market you mentioned, just walking around together, picking up the most silly/crappy things and joking about buying them for each other haha. I wish I could have been in the crowd too. I don't know if it'd been better me standing at the front, where I'd be right in front of you.. or a little towards the back so that you'd be looking out into the crowd more haha. But either way, I'd love that. I'd love to see you play. I also can't believe you play bass now too. I miss my bass, I'm thinking of getting a new one, once I get a new piano (my old one is dead, it was oldddd)

All the photos you posted were fantastic. I was right, you're still just as handsome as the first time I ever saw you. I'm going to be brave and put some photos on this post too, so you can see me now and enjoy some things I've done this year too. Including going to the US for a month. I had an amazing time and visited some friends. That was back in March/April and doesn't feel like it was that long ago. I still can't believe it's December and it's almost Christmas. I've been rushing around trying to make sure I have Christmas presents for my family and my best friends haha. I actually spent Friday evening with one of my best friends and her boyfriend, I stayed at their place and we played games, made dinner, laughed, played with the cats, listened to music and had a few drinks (my favourite gin is Hendricks too btw, but I still love Jack Daniels haha). It was a nice chill night.

I am totally comfortable with these posts. I really like reading what you've been up to, what's on your mind, what you're thinking, how you're feeling. I read them all the time. I often think about what you do during the day too. Probably more than I'd be willing to admit. Sometimes I sit and wonder what you're doing at that exact moment, I'll sometimes check to see what time it is and if you'd be awake or sleeping. I get so giddy when I see there's a new post from you and I sit smiling like a total fool when I read them. Yesterday, I basically had a relaxing day, getting ready for the week ahead. I work Monday - Friday at the moment, so I always have weekends off which is great. I also get to work from home, which I LOVE! I've been in this job for the past year and I'm good at it. I'm always told how well I do and how much I help others out that I work with. I've stopped being afraid to ask questions and ask for help if I need it. I know now that it doesn't mean I'm dumb or anything, it just means I need some assistance and that's okay. We all need some help from time to time.

I'm glad you think my songwriting is good enough. I criticize myself harshly in an artistic sense, so it's good to get perspective from other people. I'm proud of you for keeping on with the path you're on and bettering yourself and your life. Whatever will make you happy, I'm all for it. And I'll always be here, should you need a little encouragment or support. No matter how long it's been. I'm definitely trying to be a much stronger version of me too. I've had my own struggles and things happen over the past few years, but they're all lessons and I've got through it all. If I can get through the things that I have from my past, I can get through anything. I've learnt so much too and I've had so much shit thrown my way, and I can say this.. no matter whats happened, what hand you've been dealt.. you are deserving of love. I am too. We both are. I'm glad you don't drown in guilt anymore. I know that was a big thing for you and I'm so proud of you for working through that. You're doing so well and I think you're amazing. I dont think I could ever think of you as anything less than amazing.

I felt a weird but good feeling and smiled when you wrote the part about how it's not clothes or hair or anything else that makes me me. Even just thinking about it again makes me smile and scrunch my face up and giggle. I've never really thought of any parts of me as "beautiful", but I like hearing you say it. I do know how you feel about tattoos, haha. I bet your tattoos are lovely too. I'm glad to know that hasn't changed because I have some quite big ones now too. I plan on loads more. But right now I'm focusing on planning more things to do and going more places next year. That's what I really want to do. I want to explore and meet new people and have new experiences. I currently have a trip to London planned for mid-August next year, partly because I'm going to a concert there, but also because I want to visit my Uncle and I want to see different parts of London. Mainly Soho and the West end. Even if I'll be staying in North East London haha, the public transport systems in London is huge, so I'll be fine and should be able to get to everywhere I want to. I plan on staying for 5/6 days so I can see and do as much as I can.

I remember us talking about when you went to see Pale Waves. I actually still have the picture you sent me of you with them. I didn't get to meet them, but they were really good. I really enjoyed the gig. I've been watching all the Space-X launches over the past few years, ever since they did the first Dragon mission to the ISS. So of course, I know all about the Artemis missions hehe. Its a really exciting prospect, that we will one day visit another planet. And someday go back to the Moon. I'm sat at the spare bedroom/my office window looking up at the moon right now actually as I type this. She's very bright in the sky tonight. Almost ethereal, but of course.. beautiful.

I'm currently sat here listening to an album called Krystal by an artist I really like, Matt Maltese. I think you might like it too. I hope that this post wasn't too long and waffley haha. Although I know you'd probably like reading it anyway, even if it is. Oh and I really enjoyed your demos on SoundCloud. I especially loved 2am and Untitled. Those were my favourites. I've listened to them quite a few times now. I hope that's okay and you don't find that weird. I love hearing things that you make.

Here's some pictures for you.. how could I not remember everything about you? You're you.

#him

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