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pamithebunterfly2007 · 2 days ago

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So I’m here to address what I’ve done.

You know that I’m the one who made Chelly uncomfortable by putting sum fetishy comments under fetish unrelated post and by putting those tags thinking to myself “hey she wound’t mind at all, what could go wrong?” But then Chelly came up to me telling me how uncomfortable she was by putting those tags, and to make her pleased, I changed it anyways. You know I’m still a teenager and teenagers do pretty dumb shit, Even though I’m 17, I did something way stupid and shameful that something I’ll instantly regret to this day. So not like a while ago, Chelly met me and we became friends, and we talk about our quirks. But the thing is that we are still teenagers, she’s 15, while I’m 17. So we are still young teens in high school and turns out we talked about our quirks, I let her make request for her. At first it was normal, until it’s wasn’t. At first what I could have said in the first place to her is “hey look I make stuff like this so yeah, just shoo” but no, I let her befriend me just by asking me to make some quirk related request for her but then She finally realized that I was going way too far with my quirks just by putting “those” tags on her unrelated post and she told me that she was uncomfortable about the fetish related convos and how I could turn them off in the first place. And turns out I wasn’t aware of this until now I was, I realized of how I was making someone who is 2 years younger than me uncomfortable by requesting her and talking about some of my fetishes to her and I should’ve know better about shutting off those convos and so is out age difference. And what I did was very problematic and stupid of me for what I did, like I know I’m still a teenager and yes, teenagers do dumb stuff but I’m old enough now to understand what I did, I could be aware of what I put or say on the internet, and I should be careful of who I was requesting or posting under her post if I knew that she’s 15. I feel disgusted and ashamed like I know what I’ve done, I wish I could have known in the first place but, now it became a huge problem for me. I didn’t know how problematic I became from talking to someone who is 15 and still a teenager. Requesting and posting some of my quirks to her face and making her really uncomfortable. And I been getting like severe anxiety, like it gets to the point where I worried that everyone will hate me now because I’ve done a huge mistake in my life, and that mistake teaches me the hard of what happens if I have those convos about my quirks to someone, which makes them feel unsafe and uncomfortable. No, I did NOT and I mean, I DID NOT groom her, she said that she didn’t accused me of groomer, all I did was make her uncomfortable by making her request or asking request of my quirks and talking about my quirks to her. To the point where she blocked me for their own safety. And by telling you all of what I addressed here, that’s all on me for doing something very controversial that I should have known better. Like you know I have my boundaries but I left this one boundary out and broke it and I done all of this to her, I made her so uncomfortable, and this gives me anxiety and fearing that you will all be disappointed at me for what I’ve done, and fearing I will lose my friends but that was the poorest decision I have made and I’m scared I will lose all of you after. I confess from what I done, I could have been aware who I was talking to next time and be careful of what I say or do on the internet. Look I’m scared theat I don’t want to be a problematic user, I know I’m not perfect and stuff, but I feel like I did something that is so stupid of me and yes, I feel great shame for what I’ve done, I regret this instantly, and I’m scared I’ll lose all of my followers and friends after saying all of this I made someone uncomfortable because of me and my quirks and now this is a huge mistake I must learn now, I learned this the hard way, I know she doesn’t forgive me for what I did to her but When you read all of this, I apologized for the dumbest thing I ever made which made feel ashamed of myself

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ohsohoney · 2 days ago

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When it comes to love you're just as blinded.

Part Nineteen

Eminem x Musician

Summary: It starts with a drunk embarrassing video, it spirals into something a whole lot more.

| Set in 2014, just after the release of LP 2

Notes: An update this quick? Who ever heard of it! Hope you lot like this one:) A new face enters the fold!

taglist: @thelastemzy @helloitsme1223 @geekchic48 @antisocialsocialclub5

Masterlist

Marshall’s POV:

It was after the game. Tigers having won, 4–3, ‘cause of course they had. That he’d wound up driving the three of them to a restaurant nearby, merely in hopes that it just might shut Z and all her yapping up, in truth. The girl had been hungry since the second they’d left the stadium, even with having had a hotdog and a half, as well as three fourths of their shared pretzels. That weren’t even counting all the slurpees she’d downed, seeing as Elia hadn’t had the heart to turn down the kid’s puppy-dog eyes and he himself had never really been all that fond of the shit most stadiums sold. Fucking piss poor attempt. Just water and half a can of sugar in every cup.

But that was beside the point.

‘Cause see, he’d been waiting, chewing on his tongue and biding his time, ‘til he could go right on ahead and whoop a can of Detective right out of his back pocket.

He’d never been stupid, deliberately obtuse at times, but never stupid. No matter what his homeroom teacher might’ve claimed, or his mom even– fuck, maybe just everybody. But despite that, he also knew his daughter better than he knew himself. Could tell you what each look that crossed her face meant, what every word she phrased sounded like, even the fact that she snored differently depending on where they were sleeping. A hotel? Somebody’s hacking up bodies with a chainsaw. At home? Quiet as a fucking mouse.

So, it was safe to say that he’d noticed the shift in his kid the second he’d met back up with the pair at the stadium. Knew it had something to do with that fake fucking cowboy looking ass too.

He dragged his tongue across his front teeth then, thinking about it all as he watched a familiar figure, wearing his favourite jersey, push through the restaurant's main entrance with a sweet smile on her face. She had been off too, looking back on it.

“So, you gone tell me what went down now?” He finally let himself ask, turning in his seat to peer into the back where his daughter sat with the foam-finger and too large plushie she’d sweet talked Elia into buying for her.

“Huh?”

He only had to level Rosie with a look, the kind that called her out on all her bullshit without saying a word. She sighed.

Slumping ever so around her seatbelt, eyes caught on his, Z finally gave him an answer, “Nothing really– Honest, it wasn’t even that serious, Dad!” She tacked on the second part as soon he raised an eyebrow. “Just some guy in the line to the hotdog stand.”

He felt his spine stiffen. “He do somethin’?”

The girl giggled softly at his quick reaction, which in itself had his muscles loosening ever so, but still, he waited for the verbal reply.

“No, Dad. Well, I mean yeah,” It was with that which Z started hurrying her explanation along, probably having seen the sudden alarm bells that she was setting off in him. “But he was just talking– flirting actually.”

Flirting.

His stare flickered out over the parking lot they’d since pulled into as he worked to unwind his jaw, having just felt the grit of his teeth clip the side of tongue. It was his daughter’s amused snort that had him blowing out a slow breath, though he was careful not to give away how much it affected him, the idea of some random dude trying to get a hold on what he’d worked so hard to allow himself to want.

He waited, one, two…

“Guy with the stupid hat?” He questioned her, even though he already knew.

Z nodded, grinning at him toothily now that he’d turned his gaze back to her. “Don’t worry, Dad. I had your back.”

His brow furrowed at that comment and her amusement broadened. She giggled again, a sound he’d come to love more and more as she grew up, but he couldn’t help but wonder, “What d’you mean?”

“Dad..” She droned out, her voice tried, whilst she rolled her eyes at him, as though he was the one being dense or some shit. “I know you like El! It’s obvious!”

He found himself reeling back a little at that. Obvious, really? So obvious that his kid had gone and caught on to his inner turmoil? ‘Cause that’s exactly what it’d been since Elia had walked into his life.

He let himself slink back in his seat but kept his eyes fixed on his daughter in the rearview mirror, at her gleeful little grin.

“Ain’t obvious, you goblin.” He heard himself say a minute later, scoffing, which earned him nothing but a laugh and a clipped uhuh in return. “It ain’t.” He enforced, hating the way he sounded like he’d stooped to her level, “And anyway, how you even know ‘bout any of that? You should be countin’ your Abc’s, not sticking your nose into my lo–” Damn. He was gonna say love life.

She’d caught onto it too, quick as anything this girl.

“One, I’m not a little kid. Two! Who ‘counts’ their Abc's?” Rosie acknowledged, making full use of her fingers as she started listing things off. “And three– you loveeee her! You wanna kisssss her! You wanna marryyyy her!”

“What are you, three?” He shot back, feeling vaguely flushed at the notion of having been called out so blatantly, and by his daughter nonetheless. “‘Sides, ain’t none of your business.”

She hit him with another one of those uhuh’s again. His left cheek twitched.

“Come on, Dad. I’m big enough now, I can know these things.” Z said, almost reprimanded him, truth be told, though contradicted herself in the way she still clung to her plushie, “I like her anyway– a whole lot. If you wanted to know.”

“If I wanted to know.” He muttered under his breath in a huff full of mirth. Funny kid.

Still, he let her words bounce around in his head for a couple of seconds, really taking them in, before his eyes flickered over his right shoulder. “Don’t mean she’s replacin’ nobody, you get that, right? An’ I don’t know what’s gone happen either. She lives far away, like a whole ocean. That stuff ain’t easy.”

Rosie rolled her eyes, albeit fondly, at him as though she was used to hearing all of his worries, and had even expected it. “I know she won’t replace nobody, Mom’s Mom. But still, it’s different with Lia. And also, ocean-smotion– Dad, you’ve gone through worse.”

He couldn’t help the soft snort he gave her.

Still, he didn’t want to linger too long on that second thing.

“Lia, hey? When you start usin’ that?” He wondered, scratching the side of his head as he flashed her a small smile.

Z shrugged ever so, like a little kid who’d just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Yet, she still answered him, “Lottie uses it.”

He knew that much, knew it was also a name that the woman didn’t allow just anyone to use, or hear really. He felt his tongue scrape against his back teeth, still sore from the earlier assault, before he then hummed. “You don’t mind it then? Like me, maybe datin’ again?”

“Mind it? Dad, she’s the best! Like super cool, too cool for you even.” Rosie started, her face having lit up like a christmas tree, even as he gently swatted her foot in retaliation to that latter comment. “She’s pretty too, like one of those models you see on the tv pretty. But also not, because some of them are sorta scary. Still. She lets me talk and tell her stories. She does my hair! She helps me with my homework, even when she looks like she’s busy! She doesn’t treat me like a little kid either, not even when I want a hug or get upset. She’s just–”

She smiled there, one he didn’t think he had ever really seen on her before and it struck something deep inside of him.

“She’s the best.”

He wanted to reply, to find some words to give back to her in return for them, but Hell, was it difficult.

It was just as he went to open his mouth that the silence of the car was shattered by the sudden click of the sidedoor. A rush of wind swept through as the topic of their conversation shuffled her way inside, the food they’d ordered situated in a paper bag on her lap whilst the woman herself flashed the two of them a happy smile.

“Christ, it’s freezing out there, I swear! Must have been a change in weather or something because I know it wasn’t that cold at the game.” Elia blew out, clicking her seatbelt into place before she rubbed her hands together for warmth. “They gave us extra garlic bread, by the way. And a slice of cake?” She told them as she peered into the bag, wafting a savoury scent around the car, “Dunno why, but I thought it was dead nice, so.”

She shrugged lightly and then turned back towards Z, gifting the girl yet another smile that had Rosie mimicking its strength.

“Got your chips, too.” El added, waving a bag of salted potato chips before cracking another grin when Rosie’s face fell in sudden surprise. “And your fries.” She snorted, this time shifting to gift him a smile that was overtly sheepish, “Might’ve forgot about the difference. They were real lovely about it though, gave me the crisp bag in a sort of jokey way. Made me laugh.”

“Maybe they liked your accent!” Z gasped excitedly.

He simply shook his head though, smirking whilst he switched the engine back on and shifted into gear. “I think they jus’ might like you as much as we do, baby.”

Oh, and was that worth it to have seen the way she flushed so prettily.

Z giggled happily behind them, sending him a knowing look through the rearview mirror the second he chanced a glance back.

That time, he couldn’t hide his smile.

–

I’d not long gotten off the phone to Lottie when the frontgate buzzed. The sound had thoroughly confused me at first, seeing as I’d never once heard it during my stay, but had intrigued me the second I realised what it could only mean. I all but scampered my way into the foyer, drawing up behind Marshall as he strode over and picked up the phone, swiping through the security cameras to show the gates and giving me a visual of the sleek black car asking to be allowed access.

“Yeah?” Em welcomed the person, but whatever reply he received through the phone had him smirking before he ultimately chuckled and reached out to buzz the car on through. “Yeah, yeah. I hear you, bitch. You best brought food.”

When Marshall hung the phone back up on the receiver and pivoted back around, he wasn’t all that surprised to find me standing there, that smirk still curving his smile.

“Who is it?” I wondered, blinking at him before I heard the gravel crunch of tires pull to a stop in the driveway. I glanced over towards the windows just as Em laughed, but he stayed quiet as he made his way past me, making sure to squeeze my hand when he did before he unlocked the door. “Marsh.” I added, a little anxious now.

But it wasn’t a second later that a figure hopped up the patio just outside, car lights flashing behind them, before they made a stop in the doorway, arms full of takeout. I raised an eyebrow at the sheer amount, before I finally blinked and realised exactly who it was I was staring at.

“Why you always got to mess around with that thing? This is why they don’t like givin’ poor people money!” The man said as his welcome, shaking his head whilst Marshall in turn just snorted.

“I just like fuckin’ with you, man. Now get the fuck inside, lettin’ all this cold air in.”

“Yeah, yeah. Like you actually care.” Was the retort given, the visitor having already offloaded some of the food into Marshall’s hands and kicked off his heavy boots, pushing them to the side.

Em sort of clucked his tongue as he shut the door, “Where your manners, anyway, man? Lady present.”

I watched on as the visitor, in turn, furrowed his brow at Em’s words before glancing around the room, probably having expected Z to have started bounding her way over. But instead, there was only me and so a sly smile soon stretched out across his face as he took me in from over the rim of his sunglasses.

“Elia, Elia, Elia.” He drawled out before chuckling lowly, “Have I heard a thing or two about you.”

I was surprised to say the very least.

“I mean, same? But also not the same.” I stumbled, blinking a tad bit owlishly at him. “From your work? Yes. From Marshall? No. So this is a surprise and a half, I’ll just say.”

Marshall's head shook as he made his way on over, sighing as though put out when he gestured between us, “El, this is one of my closest friends, Ryan. Ry, this is Elia.”

“You just go by Ryan then?” I had to ask as I extended my hand out to meet the man’s own. But couldn’t ignore that way Marshall’s smirk turned into a grin.

“Royce, Bad, B. Whatever you please.” He answered me, smiling more genuinely now, “Typically just Ryan, these days.”

I smiled back, relaxing a tad.

“Uncle Roy!”

“Or Uncle Roy, it would also seem.” Ryan laughed as a blur of pigtails and pink launched itself at him, prompting the man to catch the girl with his one free arm and spin her around. “If it ain't my favourite Mathers member! How you doin’, little one?”

“Good.” Rosie grinned up at him before her head shot around to me, “Have you met Lia yet, Roy? She and Dad are–”

Marshall was quick to sweep his daughter back up off the floor, picking her up as he darted past the two of us and placed a hand over her mouth to muffle her words as he continued on down the hall. “Let’s eat, yeah? Food’s gone get even colder.”

“Aye, it wouldn’t be cold if you had just let me through that gate!” Ryan called out to Marshall’s retreating back, before he blinked and shouted again, “And why’d you shut the girl up, Em? You keeping secrets from me now?”

When Ryan’s gaze skittered over to where I still stood, fondly gazing after the father and daughter duo, I saw the moment his eyes narrowed in suspicion, or maybe just awareness.

“What?” I asked him, chuckling lightly at feeling caught out all of a sudden.

Ryan merely quirked a brow at me, looking smug. “One thing you gonna realise about me, Popstar. Is that, me? I see all.”

It was with that in which he trailed off after Marshall and Z, throwing me a grin as he went.

I was stuck staring after him, wondering over what he could have possibly meant by it.

…

“.. And this lizard, right?” Ryan continued on with the tale he’d started, about a tour he’d been on with Em back in the day, “Crawling up his back. On my life, this man jumped a foot in the air. Never seen anything like it. Crazy stuff, I'm telling you.”

“I didn’t jump.” Marshall amended, tutting at the man from across the table, “Thing shocked me, is all.”

“Shocked you? E, you were cryin’ out how you thought it bit you, man!” Ryan defended, before he turned to Rosie and I conspiratorially, “It didn’t, he just always been that dramatic.”

Rosie and I couldn’t help our laughter, having been giggling away the entire meal, in truth. Ryan and Em had far too many stories to tell about one another, a few having had to have been altered, or censored rather, what with Z listening in. But all of them were incredibly hilarious and almost hard to believe.

“It did fuckin’ bite me! I got the scar to prove it.” Marshall shot back, lifting the sleeve of his tee to show off a patch of bare skin by his elbow.

“Man, there ain’t nothing there.” Ryan scoffed, shaking his head as he waved Em off.

The pair were entertaining enough that Z didn’t even question the swear her Dad had let slip. Not that I was going to mention it. That swear jar was almost full now, most of it having been filled by me during my short stay.

“Right there!” Em further enforced, leaning over the table now to better show the other man, “Z, baby, you see what I’m seein’?”

“Sure, Daddy.” Rosie answered him, patting her father’s back in a soothing gesture that had me biting back another round of ugly laughter.

Marshall huffed out a breath, looking as alive as I’d ever seen him, before those piercing baby blues locked themselves onto me. “Help me out here, sweetheart. You see this, right?”

To be fair to him, even though I had to lean in rather close, I did see something of a slight alteration to the colour of his skin, a barely there lightened patch that could have been a scar. “Yeah, sort of.” I replied, squinting as I pointed it out, brushing my finger over its top. “‘Bout a penny long.”

Em flopped back into his seat with a victorious sort of grin, eyes narrowed as he peered over at his good friend, who was sat there scoffing at the two of us.

“Fucker bit me, man.”

“Yeah, and I’m headed to the moon after this rerun of the Addams family ends.” Ryan admonished, shaking his head around a lopsided smile.

“Does that mean I can be Wednesday?” Rosie pondered aloud, really thinking the idea over whilst her Dad just rolled his eyes at the other man.

“Like you don’t love bein’ here. Get lost, man.”

“I speak only the truth, brother.” Ryan laughed, rolling up the napkin he’d just used and tossing it down onto his tray. I took another swig of my drink, grateful for the fact that the man had brought along enough to feed a small army, and had good taste in takeout to boot.

Em eased a tad at that, relenting to starting the clean up instead of shooting back another quip, something the pair were quite fond of. “You stickin’ round long?” He asked around a chip he’d just stolen from Z, the girl far too used to it.

“Got to be on a flight tomorrow morning, man. Meetings.” Ryan answered, smiling up at me kindly when I grabbed his rubbish for him, “But I think I got some time before I go. Definitely enough to get the ins and outs on whatever’s been going on here.”

Rosie giggled, whilst Marshall himself took on a bemused sort of look. “What you mean, what’s been goin’ on here? Life as usual. Work, work, and more work.”

“We went to a baseball game yesterday.” Rosie informed her pseudo uncle, attempting to hide a grin behind her cup.

“Oh, yeah? Detroit win?”

“Uhuh.”

Ryan fixed her with a raised brow. “Anything else go down?”

“A cowboy almost stole Lia’s affections, but I saved the day.”

“Affections?” Came Marshall’s bewildered mutter as he padded back over to us, whilst Ryan snorted, “Cowboy?”

I blinked back at her, then tried to silently converse through telepathy and facial expressions alone to keep her from spilling it all.

“Uhuh.” That had to be her new favourite word. “I lied and said my Dad took us out for their anniversary.”

Marshall looked a tad bit startled by the new information, whilst Ryan choked a little on the sip he’d just taken.

“Anniversary?” Ryan laughed when he’d finally finished coughing, Z having clapped his back in good aid. “Gold, I swear. What did he say back?”

The girl shrugged, still chewing on her food. “Thought I was her kid and said sorry for intruding on our day. He was sort of nice.”

“When he weren’t flirting with your Daddy’s new beau, right?” Ryan mentioned with another chuckle, something which got him a scuff around the ear from Em.

“You know shit.”

“Swear jar!” Rosie remembered. Marshall sighed.

“The two of you couldn’t be more obvious!” Ryan further endorsed, pointing between us now.

“Look, Marshall’s got a big fat crush, yeah. But me? I’m just here for the kid and the free food.” I teased, earning myself a round of laughs and an unimpressed stare from the man mentioned, “What?” I grinned at him.

“Mom and Dad are fighting.” Ryan quipped, transferring Em’s displeased look from me to himself. He held his hands up in mock surrender.

Marshall turned back to face me, “You got it bad for me, e’ryone can see it.”

“Oh yeah, if you get real close and personal, maybe even use a microscope.” I snarked back, leaning against the table’s edge now.

I was gifted an eye roll in response, “We can get real close and personal–”

“Oh woah, hey now. Preschool toys present.” Ryan interrupted, reminding Marshall of the little ears listening in.

“Yeah, Em.” I rubbed it in, smirking all the while.

“Yeah, Dad.” Rosie mimicked before she paused, “Hey, am I the preschool toy?”

Ryan’s next bout of laughter was also followed by another fit of coughing, but even so, Em and I still shared a secretive smile over the tops of their heads.

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