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creedslove · 1 year

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Hey, can I have a story like this: The reader's dog, whose name is Mando or Grogu, runs away (maybe during a thunderstorm). Fortunately, the dog has a collar with an address and phone number. Pedro is the one who finds the dog and phone calls to the reader. And they meet when he returns dog to her. Of course the reader is grateful so he invites Pedro to dinner and he agrees!

Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

A/N: this is short and sweet and also kinda silly. I wasn't going to write anything as I'm sick but I figured I would feel better if I spread some Pedro love 💕

You checked your phone each passing second in hopes to see if someone had any news of your puppy. Your sweet little Mando had been missing for more than twelve hours and your heart was shattered.

Ever since that stupid thunderstorm the night before, your lovely stray pup had run away in fear as the loud thunder noises were too much for his small sensitive ears and when he found just the tiniest gap in the fence after you forgot the door half open, he was gone.

Luckily to you, Mando had a collar with all the information someone with good intentions could contact you but you were truly worried about someone who didn't have good intentions… you tried avoiding these thoughts but at the same time they kept intruding. Your dog was so cute, you worried someone would also think your dog was cute to the point of keeping it to themselves.

It was mid afternoon when your phone finally rang and you answered in a heartbeat.

The relief you felt washed over you like a crashing wave when the male voice announced he'd found your puppy. He suggested a bakery some blocks away from your place and you arrived there in less than fifteen minutes.

You looked all over for your puppy and the moment you heard his small barks you rushed to him, thankful to know your puppy was alright.

"Mando!!!!" You squealed and saw when he jumped off the man's lap and ran to you, sniffing you all over and scratching your legs softly wanting all the petting in the world.

You picked him up and giggled, scratching under his ears and chin seeing how he wiggled his tail. You checked on him to make sure Mando was alright and finally took a look at the man who had your dog. Your smile died as you noticed who he was.

Pedro had a soft smile on his face and took off his sunglasses.

"So… Mando?" He asked finding it amusing how your cheeks took a crimson shade.

"I-I…" you stuttered feeling so embarrassed and shy at his presence, he was taller than you imagined and he looked stronger too.

And holy shit he was way more handsome in real life than in the picture as if that was even possible.

"I'm sorry, hi… my name's Y/N and you're Pedro… yeah, my puppy's name is Mando, and I obviously like your work, but I swear to God I don't call you daddy on the internet or keep making glittery edits of your pictures'' you blurted out all at once making him laugh.

"It's alright, Y/N… I think Mando is adorable and well, he was very hungry and scared when he showed up in my backyard this morning, so I gave him plenty of water and ran by the store to get him some dog food, I hope it's alright" he said gently and touched your hand, seeing you were nervous at his presence.

You nodded and smiled "sorry Pedro, I know I'm acting weird, I was just not expecting to see you…meet you" you blushed "but it was very nice of you to take care of Mando and return him to me… do you think we could maybe have some coffee or a slice of cake?" You pointed at the bakery entrance and smiled big as he nodded.

"Sure, let's go, Y/N" he placed his hand on the small of your back and walked you inside.

You felt so lucky to have found Mando and Pedro in only one afternoon.

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jerzwriter · 6 months

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I've Got You

I realized I had no art for Casey and Jess, and when I decided to rectify that, I knew exactly who I wanted to go to. @rosefuckinggenius did not disappoint! Look at my two sweet girls! I love them so much! Thank you for bringing my babies to life, Rose! You're the best!

I wrote a little drabble below to accompany it. I hope you enjoy it! 💕

Book: Open Heart (Pre-Series/Med School) Pairing: Casey MacTavish (F!MC) x Jessica Phillips (F!OC) Words: 696 Rating: Teen Summary: Casey & Jess are taking a little break until there is a turn of events - then it's Jess to the rescue. A/N: Participating in @choicesnovchallenge - Go For A Ride Day - not in the traditional sense, but hey, it works! lol and @choicesflashfics "Don't put all the blame on me." My Casey & Jess series takes place during Casey's med school years in Philadelphia, so this is prior to her arrival at Edenbrook.

For more on Casey & Jess, see here.

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Based on the crowds, it seemed all of Philadelphia was out to enjoy the beautiful late spring day, and Casey and Jessica were no exception. They put their books aside for a while to take a relaxing walk along the Race Street Pier. It was just what the doctors-to-be ordered... until things took a turn. Literally.

“Ouch!” Casey winced, toppling to the ground with her hands clutching her ankle.

Jess was immediately at her side. “Case? Babe, you OK?”

“Ow, no,” she groaned. “I think I twisted by ankle."

"Oh, hon! You have to be more careful."

"Hey! Don’t put all the blame on me. I was distracted by the gorgeous woman next to me. You're a hazard, Jess."

Jess was happy to see Casey maintain a sense of humor, but she was already at her feet, fully in physician mode.

“I didn’t hear a pop when you fell, and the ankle presentation’s normal... so I don't think it was a break.”

“Trust me, if it was a break I wouldn't be cracking jokes. It's just a twisted ankle," Casey said attempting to stand. "I'll just... OW!"

"You'll just sit and let me continue examining it!" Jess demanded. "You're obviously in pain... and I can feel some instability when I move it... it's probably a sprain."

“Let’s see if I can stand on it.”

“All right,” Jess agreed, quickly rising to support Casey. “Slowly..."

Casey did her best to be brave, she didn't want to be bested by a stupid misstep. She managed to stifle a yelp as a jolt of pain shot from the tender spot, but her eyes screwed shut, and that was all Jess needed to see.

“That’s it!” the beautiful redhead insisted. “You are not walking home.”

“Jess, don’t be ridiculous. We’re only about three blocks away.”

“Yup! Three blocks too many for you to walk in this condition."

"It doesn’t hurt that bad," Casey fibbbed. "I can wobble.”

“Wobble my ass!” Jess snapped, turning her back to Casey. “Let’s go. Hop on.”

“Wait... what?”

“Hop on! I'm carrying you back to the apartment.”

“You’re giving me.... a piggyback ride? Really?”

Jess turned around with a roll of her eyes. “This isn’t for fun... and don't get excited... it’s nothing kinky, either. We just need to get you home so I can look at that ankle better. At a minimum, you'll need some ice and elevation."

“Jess, it’s not necessary... I can...”

But Jess was done. “GET ON!”

Casey knew when it was time to hush up, and now was that time. She hopped onto her girlfriend's back at once, but she wasn't done complaining.

“For the love of... Jess... I love you, but sometimes you’re just...”

“Just what?”

Hearing the concern in Jess’s voice, Casey felt her defenses thawing. “You’re just... too good to me. That's what you are. I’m sorry.”

“It’s OK,” Jess said with the very smile that first caught Casey's eye. “Patients in pain can be quite crabby... I learned that five minutes into med school.”

Jess lifted Casey's thighs, and Casey wrapped her arms around Jess's neck. But when it didn’t go as smoothly as they had hoped, the two women couldn’t help but laugh.

“Babe, look. I'm laughing. Are you sure I can't try to...."

“CASEY!" Jess snapped.

“But I weigh as much as you do! I don't want to hurt you."

Jess continued to walk with a shrug of her shoulders. “Why do you think I work out so much?”

Casey's brow crinkled. "I don't know? You do work out a ridiculous amount of time. Why do you?"

"Isn't it obvious? I have a beautiful, brilliant... but clumsy girlfriend... I have to be prepared for moments like this.”

“Gee, thanks,” Casey laughed, nuzzling her face into Jess’s hair, the sandalwood scent of Jess's shampoo filling her senses. “Jess?” She whispered, squeezing her just a bit tighter.

“Yes?”

“I’m so lucky to have you.”

“You really are,” Jess grinned. “But then again, I’m lucky to have you.”

“You are,” Casey giggled. “But try to play it safe, OK? Because if this should happen to you... I couldn't do this... I'd have to spring for an Uber."

~~~~~

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sunlightbabe · 1 year

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Congratulations on 1000 followers!!! You deserve it 💕 And I LOVE the song idea so here goes mine, if it inspires at all: "Babe, Can I Call?" by the Hunna with Thomas my beloved and something hurt/comfort maybe, but I'm sure you'll come up with something amazing either way 🥰🥰

thank you laura my love!! i remember seeing an ask game floating around with it and i thought it was really fun- i'm glad so many others seem to love it just as much <3 one hurt/comfort prompt coming up!

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BABE, CAN I CALL? {youtube + spotify}

SUMMARY: Thomas has always been your weak spot. Even after the breakup, after he moved on with someone else, that still remained true. You had hoped to ignore it, but a late night call re-opens that old hurt and for reasons you'll never understand, you agree to hear him out.

You should know better. Any text you receive after 2 am is never a good thing.

Yet here you are, wearing sleep shorts and a too big sweatshirt that you should have given back weeks ago, arms wrapped around yourself for comfort and warmth in equal measure. If you were smart, you'd still be back home, snug in bed and tucked underneath your blankets, without a text message on your phone because you blocked his number the moment he called it quits.

But you've never been particularly smart when it comes to Thomas.

You're in the park by your apartment, sitting on the swing that creaks way too loudly. Maybe five minutes pass before you see a figure pass beneath the streetlight. Before you see him.

There's stubble on his face and the dark circles under Thomas's eyes are dark, meaning it's been more than just one sleepless night for him. You want to walk over and run your thumb against the thin skin. You want to find comfort in his disheveled appearance because clearly, it's been rough for him too. But you don't.

He comes to a stop several feet away from you, scuffing the toe of his shoe against the asphalt. Thomas chews on his lower lip as he mulls something over in his head. You don't give him the chance to speak.

"What do you want?" You're proud of the way your voice stays firm. No vocal cracks.

Thomas folds into himself a little, shoulders lifting to his ears.

"... I just wanted to talk," he says after a moment, his eyes still not meeting yours. You want to snap, want to ask him why this couldn't be done over texts, or even a quiet call in the bathroom, you want to ask why he felt like he had the right to drag you out of bed this late at night.

Instead, you say nothing, letting the silence settle heavily between you two.

Thomas swallows audibly. When he speaks next, it's so quiet that you have to lean forward from where you sit to make sure you heard him correctly.

"I... I think I made a mistake. And I couldn't wait until morning, I had to see you again because I... I needed to know."

There's a lump in your throat. You swallow it down and fight back the sudden surge of hope that flares in your chest again. You can't get hurt again and yet-

"And do you? Do you know?"

Thomas finally looks up and when his eyes meet yours, something leaps inside your chest. He looks vulnerable, eyes wide and nearly glossy under the limited light. You can see a faint tremble in his lower lip and can watch as his shoulders straighten, as his hands clench into fists by his sides.

"Yeah. I know now."

It's late at night and you're sitting in the park, freezing in the late winter air, and you know tomorrow will be miserable because of the lack of sleep, but you can't help the smile that creeps onto your face. It's not a guarantee, but there's something in Thomas's face that makes you want to hear him out.

"Take a seat," you say with a nod of your head towards the swing to your right. "Tell me what's on your mind?"

With a relieved sigh, Thomas walks over and plops onto the swing beside you. He nervously rubs his hands together and you sit there quietly.

That surge of hope burns brighter in your chest.

{ maneskinbrainrot's 1000 follower celebration }

#ngl this one i think is definitely going to become a full fic sksjsjs #ask #1000 follower celebration #thomas raggi x reader #thomas raggi blurb #writing tag

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takeyourpillsbitchh · 2 years

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Hello! 💖 66 & 98 please?

- 66 Partners in Crime/Best Friends. 98 “Now Let Me Carry You”

Thanks for the prompt, Myn!💕

Ian and Mickey had been running their weed security business for nearly three years. For the most part the uniforms and guns definitely helped keep up appearances and people didn’t usually fuck with them for the weed or the cash.

There were a few instances. A few close calls. A time or two where someone was brave enough to roll up on them and got a couple grand but more often than not, they got out of the situation unscathed.

This time was different though and they both knew it.

They were right outside of the city doing their last and biggest run of the night when Mickey pointed out that a car had been following them for a while. They tried to do their best to lose the car but when another care came out of nowhere, they found themselves blocked in and nowhere to go.

They couldn’t go around, and they couldn’t go off the sides of the road, so they hand no choice but to stop when the vehicle in front of them stopped too.

“Mick—”

“Just play it cool, Ian. It’s fine.”

Was it though? Two men got out of the car in front of them, black masks on and gun in hand. They didn’t have the advantage here they we’re definitely out numbered.

“Get out of the fuckin’ car!” A man snarled loudly, pounding his fist on Ian’s window. The other man doing the same on Mickey’s side.

They both got our hands raised. The man grabbed Ian around the neck putting the gun to his head and forcing him to walk forward.

Mickey was close to a panic attack when Ian was out of his sight during the walk around the ambulance, ready to kill someone when his husband emerged on the other side with a gun pressed to his temple.

“Sorry to do this boys—”

“Just take what the fuck you want and leave us alone,” Mickey sneered, he didn’t care if they took the money, the guns or the weed. All he cared about was getting that fucking gun away from his husband's head.

The man that spoke before looked Mickey up and down for a second before gesturing with his head to the two men next to him to go to the ambulance. There was a man behind him, close enough Mickey could feel his presence. The back doors of the ambulance were opened, and Mickey met Ian's eyes. He nodded just the tiniest amount, a way to let Mickey know he was okay.

"Damn" The main man called out, a low whistle leaving his mouth. "Thats nice. We'll be taking everything, including the ambulance. Hope you don't mind."

Mickey wanted to say something sarcastic, but he didn't. He bit his tongue and silently waiting for the goddamn gun to be pulled away from his husband's head. He was thankful that they had insurance on all of their shit now, both of them agreeing they needed some kind of protection if anything like this were to ever happen.

"Close it up boys. D, you're driving this thing." Both men moved from the ambulance, shutting the doors and one moved around to the driver's side door.

The main man nodded at something, and Mickey wasn't sure what until he was grabbed from behind. HIs first instinct was to fight. He could hear Ian struggling against the man holding him, shouting for them to let Mickey go but they both froze when a gun was pressed against his temple.

"Look, just let us go. We're not fighting, you can take the fucking ambulance and every fucking thing in it. Just please let us go," Ian voice was firm, pleading but strong.

"Let 'em go, but put 'em on opposite side, don't want them trying any funny shit." The main guy spat.

Mickey stumbled backwards as the man holding him started moving and forced to his knees. His eyes caught Ian and the sight of a bloody face behind him—must have slammed his head into the guy's face.

The guy moving Ian was a lot harsher, angry, nearly slinging Ian to the around once they were on the other side of the rode. The he slammed his fist against Ian's face and Mickey just about jumped up until he felt a hand on his shoulder holding him in place. The man continued hitting Ian and Mickey couldn't take it anymore.

"Hey! Make him fucking stop!" Mickey yelled at the main man. "Come on! You're already taking all of our shit just-just make him stop."

"Enough," The man called not taking his eyes off of Mickey.

"Enough?" The man hitting Ian called back. "The fucker broke my nose."

"I think you got yours." The man replied, rolling his eyes. The one by Ian scoffed, rearing back and slamming his gun against Ian's face, causing him to fall to the ground.

"I said enough!"

"I'm done." The man muttered, holding his hands up and jogging back towards the care in front of the ambulance. The main man made his way around the second car, walking close to Mickey and looking down at him—brown eyes looking down at him.

"It's not personal, it's just business." The man spoke and Mickey sneered at him.

"The fuck do I care?" Mickey asked.

The man shrugged, his eyes crinkling like he was smiling. He walked away, getting in the back seat of the car that honked once and then they were driving away. As soon as he felt they were a safe distance away he was on his feet, scrambling across the blacktop towards Ian.

"Ian, baby?" Mickey's voice was panicked, caressing Ian's face with is hands. Ian groaned, his eyebrows coming together, reaching up to touch the gash on his forehead. "Hey, hey, don't touch," Mickey spoke softly, grabbing Ian's wrist to pull his hand away.

"Fuck, hurts," Ian grumbled.

"I bet it does tough guy. Gonna call Carl, get him to come pick us up," Mickey said, reaching into his pocket for his phone.

"Let me get up, I'm okay," Ian tried to sit up but Mickey pushed him back.

"You're trying to tell me you're fine? Weren't you a fucking EMT?" Mickey asked. "Probably got a fucking concussion. Just let me take care of you asshole."

And he ignores Ian's stupid fucking smile as he dialed Carl's number

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stayarmytinyzenmoa-l · 3 years

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Hello🥰

Can I request a scenario for prominence hehe either fluff/smut. It’s up to you. I needed Y/N & Seonghwa moments😂 it’s ok for you to reject it as well hehe

Love your prominence series btw💞💕

I feel like this is a sign I should post that inkigayo closet smut I promised LMFAOOOOOO but for sake of the request I'll stick to fluff AHAHAHA But yes right away! Y'all know I love these two with all my heart hehe, also thanks for enjoying the series!

Cakes and Vacations

Idol AU; NCT Added Unit AU

TW: Language

Y/N Pronouns: Female (She/Her)

Genre: Fluff (too much)

[Requests Post] | [Main Masterlist] | [Prominence Masterlist]

Word Count: 1.2K

This can be read without reading Prominence.

"Seonghwa?" You stuck your head out of the bedroom. You had woken up later than usual and Seonghwa looked like he was long out of bed. The time read one in the afternoon and you had to think twice if you had the day off or if you would've gotten chewed out but, luckily, the former proved to be true. When there was no response you walked out into the kitchen, the area as pristine as you first saw it.

You don't know what seized Seonghwa's mind to suddenly buy a three-day stay at a hot spring resort, but you had the weekend off so you agreed to it as well. Not that you were particularly complaining, you hadn't relaxed this way since before debut, you think.

You remembered it clearly, you were sitting in the dorm common room debating with Johnny why going sky diving for your first JCC was a horrible idea, when there was a knock at the door. Mark went to answer it and Seonghwa waved hello with two small gift baskets and, imagine your surprise when he did this, he handed it to Johnny, then made the bold claim "me and (Y/N) are going on a short vacation this weekend." Then in came Saeron and there went the second gift basket and the same statement.

Thus leading you to now, looking for someone who tends to actually stand out.

But your missing boyfriend was one you found slight concern in. Mainly because seeing an idol at a hot spring resort tends to cause an uproar, but also because you could clearly see the two key cards to this very room on the table. Soon you heard a knock at the door and you opened it slowly.

"Ah, can I help you?" You asked him. Seonghwa laughs, both of his hands hid behind his back.

"Yes, actually, I think I left my keycard somewhere," Seonghwa looks behind you.

"Hmm, I think you have the wrong room, you can ask the concierge though," you closed the door and broke out into laughter when you heard Seonghwa voice his complaints. You grabbed one of the keycards and opened the door again. "Oh! This must be yours!" You handed it to him and stepped aside so he could walk in. He maneuvered himself in a way that kept whatever was hidden out of your sight. "You know, if you're going to hide something from me, you could be a bit more smooth about it."

"Well, ta da!" Seonghwa revealed a cake box. "Happy anniversary!"

"Anniversary?!" Your eyes grew wide while you mulled over all the dates in your head, it most certainly wasn't your couples anniversary, you knew that, that was next week.

"It's our five month anniversary," Seonghwa places the cake down and opens it, revealing a slice of strawberry cake and a slice of chocolate cake, "of saying our first 'I Love You's," he finishes with a smile.

"Whoa, you really remembered the date of that..."

"I'd get it tattoed on me if my company didn't tell me not to," he hands you a fork.

"Mm, I should get you something too then, what do you think?" You asked him before taking a large bite of your cake. "Oh! I saw you looking at that necklace in the jewelers we passed."

"Huh? Oh, right, no, it's fine. Being out with you is enough, plus, I was just looking for an excuse to get you a cake," Seonghwa grins. "Want to try some?" He points to his cake with his fork.

"Sure," you were about to take a piece with your fork, but he quickly blocked its path with his own fork. "Uh..." you maneuvered around it but he blocked it again. It went on like this for a small while until you finally asked him, you knew very well where he was getting to. "Do you want to try my cake too?"

"I-" Seonghwa looked momentarily shocked, his mouth resting slightly agape.

"I'm joking, sure go ahead," you withdrew your arm and decided to humor him. A giddy smile rose on his face while he took a small piece of the cake and fed it to you. You were put into a momentary instance of bliss, the two flavors complementing each other well. "Oh! You have to try this!" You exclaimed.

"Huh? I have?"

"No, no," you slid your cake towards him. "You have to try it," you repeated yourself. You took a bit of it onto your fork and fed it to him.

"Oh."

"I know!" You cut the remainders of your cakes in half and put them on their respective cakes.

"For our wedding, we should have a strawberry and chocolate swirl cake."

"Agreed! It can be marbled!"

"Yes! And we'll have eight tiers!"

"Eight?!"

"Too much?"

"Too little! Let's go a full ten and keep a layer to ourselves!"

"We'll keep the whole bottom layer."

"And this is one of the reasons why I love you," you winked and ate more of the cake, just then processing the whole conversation. Marriage, you didn't really think much of it, but it was the ultimate endgame to most relationships, now that you thought of it. But, you were certain, it was a long way away if anything with you and Seonghwa. Then again, you did do a whole We Got Married segment with him, but you still couldn't help but wonder how different the real thing would be. "Hey! What are you doing?" You watched him grab your plate, then noticing his empty one.

"I thought you were finished?"

"What? No, I was just planning out our dream wedding."

"Do tell!"

"I'm putting all of the NCT members in the back."

"I'll put ATEEZ next to them."

"I just have this irrational theory that Mark has a pollen allergy and doesn't want to tell us and that's going to mess with the floral decorations."

"I should show you my Pinterest board," Seonghwa gasps first before laughing and your eyes grew big.

"We should combine our boards!" You offered.

"And look for nice cakes," Seonghwa places his phone next to yours. Then, with your heads just an inch away from one another, you both chattered on for who knows how long just comparing random pictures you found. It was in a rather strange moment, while he was showing you some pictures of cakes, go figure, that you had this sudden revelation. You and Seonghwa missed a lot of couple milestones because of promotions. You couldn't celebrate your 100 day, for one, you missed your first anniversary because of MV filming and countless others on his end too, and it really just made moments like this, just staring at pictures of random people's weddings, all the sweeter.

"We should have a massive chocolate fountain at our reception," Seonghwa says, snapping you out of your deep thought.

"I agree, how much would those cost anyway?"

"I think Wooyoung has a friend with one."

"How big?"

"Like, ten feet?"

"That's impossible!"

"No! I've seen it! I'll ask Wooyoung to send me the picture!" Seonghwa sends the text right away and you couldn't stop your own wide smile.

Yup.

You were definitely going to marry this dork someday.

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jerzwriter · 6 months

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I want nothing more than to move past the drama of the past few days, but to do so, I need to apologize for my part in it.

Issues are best dealt with privately and transparently. I stand by that. I beg you, if you ever have an issue with me... come to me. I'm always willing to listen. I can't promise a resolution, but I can promise a civil conversation. If we can't resolve things, we can go our own ways peacefully. But I can't address issues I'm not aware of, and that's precisely what happened with this whole mess. Everyone isn't going to like everyone else. I don't even want to be liked by everyone. I'd be doing something wrong if I were. I don't care if someone bitches to their friends about me. Venting to friends can be healthy and, honestly, something we should all have the luxury of doing. But when private venting turns into ongoing public attacks, that crosses a line. That's bullying and, frankly, unsettling.

I don't want to see someone ranting about how much they hate me, or anyone else, for that matter. So, I utilized block to the best of Tumblr's ability. But thanks to someone who feels the need to keep sending me screenshots dozens of times over, I still get to see the worst of it. It's not a good feeling. In fact, it's awful. Still, on all but two occasions, I hit delete and dealt with it alone. The two times I replied publicly, it was because the attacks were too mean and 100% directed at me... so I snapped. I'm not proud of it, but I'm human. I have limits, too. But, when I make a mistake, I admit it.

Arguments can be made I have the right to defend myself publicly since I was attacked publicly. I agree with that. But, at the end of the day, all it did was drag me down to a level that I pride myself on being above. So, going forward, no matter how vicious an attack on me, I will do my best to walk away.

I didn't start this ridiculous, unnecessary war. I've never attacked, only defended. The only thing I want is to stop being attacked by someone I have never spoken a word to.

One last thing. I've been told that someone is sending hateful anons to this person. They and their friends believe it to be a follower of mine. I don't know if that's correct. After all, I'm getting hateful anons and screenshots, too. It's entirely possible it's just someone trying to create chaos, but I digress. But if anyone who claims to be a friend or follower of mine is harassing this person, PLEASE, I beg you to stop. I don't care if you think you're "defending" me. It's wrong, and I don't condone it.

I'm sorry for the discomfort this has caused others in the fandom. I'm sorry if anyone feels they need to "choose sides." I know I've never asked anyone to, and I never will.

While this has gone too far to be resolved, I just want us to coexist peacefully. I'll do my part to facilitate that... but again, I only control myself. I hope others will step up and do the same.

Thank you for listening. 💕

#fandom stuff #apology #i really am sorry to those who feel they were dragged into this #this is all so unnecessary #important #please read

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