#weren't even dreams of mine because I didn't even consider them

[linguenuvolose]

Sometimes I get this big oh wow!! about everything I've done with my Italian the past year. Like... hello?? I did that!!

#two of the things are things I honestly never even imagined I'd do #like I've always been good in school and since I started university I always imagined I would get my masters too #yes I'm still proud of it and of getting such a good grade but it was kinda expected? #these other things are like... hello??? how did this happen? #weren't even dreams of mine because I didn't even consider them #anyway yeah momento fierezza stasera <3 #snicksnack

[dawnoftime22]

moments to never forget.

| T.S

Warnings: None!

Summary: It's your birthday, and Taylor has many plans up her sleeve. She gives you surprises one after another simply in one day, and it becomes the most special birthday you've had yet.

Word Count: 2.9k

Category: Fluff! All fluff!!

A/N: GUESSSS WHO'S BIRTHDAY IT IS??? MINE!!! happy birthday to me :DD so take this as a birthday special <33 I really really hope you'll love this because its one of my most fav fic I've written so far <3

| Started on 01/12/2023, 5:53 PM |

| Finished on 01/12/2023, 11:13 PM |

Masterlist | T.S Masterlist

“Oh, all I'd ever do for you, and you only.”

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It was a peaceful day. You were sat on the couch in the living room with Taylor, knowing today is your birthday, but you never really did much on it, except get a cake really.

"You know, I have something to show you." She says naturally, but with a mysterious tone in her voice. You piqued up slightly in her embrace at the sentence, curiosity taking over your features.

"What is it?" You ask as she moves to get you off of her and stand up, wanting you to follow with her from her hands tugging on yours.

"You'll see." Her voice was cheeky, her eyes following her smile. You get dragged over to the bedroom, making you all the more curious.

She sits you down on the bed before going off to the closet, where all her clothes are located. She opens it, and you gasp.

Your mouth was open at the set of cardigans in her wardrobe that you knew weren't there before. They were beautiful, and the side of the arms had little stitched in stars in them. You close your mouth as you took in the scene before you. Was this real or a dream? You didn't even know. You were about to ask her to pinch you.

They only weren't there before because Taylor had some of them stored in another house, and she didn't have a piece of each and every one yet, surprisingly, until her team sent her ones she didn't have yet, completing her collection.

"Which one do you want?" She asks softly, her hands waving over to them as a gesture of 'voila'. Her eyebrows raised with a smile on her lips.

"Tay, I love them all, I can't just choose one." Your shoulders slumped with your words, your mind thinking Taylor was asking you to choose only one that you could wear or add to your own wardrobe. Technically you could just steal hers, but that wasn't in your flow of thoughts with the shock, and how your mind was currently focused on her question.

"Well, you can have them all, darling, but right now which one do you wanna wear?" Her sentence comes out with a small giggle that vibrates within her ribs and echoes out to your ears, and you were about to melt into a pool of puddle on the wooden floor with all the love you had for her.

"You choose," you say quietly, not able to make a decision. She hums, half expecting you to have said that, perhaps. The blonde turns her head to look at the closet, her fingers brushing against the soft fabrics of the cardigans, and her eyes were extremely focused.

"How about this one?" Taylor reaches her hand out to one of the hangers, grabbing one of the seven cardigans from her collection. She chose simply on whichever she thought you'd love most, and she never fails in doing so.

You grab the hanger as she gives it to you, your eyes shining at the sight. You delicately take off the cardigan and put your arms in the arm holes, wearing it. It smoothly goes over your shoulders and went off to your other arm as you fully had it on you.

Taylor smiles, her eyes looking over the sight of you wearing something of hers. Well, she has before, considering you stole her hoodies and clothes, but this was especially different. Her own merch.

"You look lovely," she whispers, her voice endearing as ever. A slight red tint appears on your face, and she tries her hardest to get a clear picture of it in her head to store away and remember for years later to come.

"It's warm. It feels like whenever you hug me." You move your arms as if to hug yourself slightly, the comfortable fabric making itself feel like home upon you.

"Well, I'm warmer, but I'm glad it's comfortable." You giggle at her sentence, but she wasn't wrong. Although she is warmer, the cardigan fits you perfectly, and it's soft against the skin of your arms.

She closes the closet doors and walks over to you, putting her arms out to hug you and sit on your lap. She places her arms around your body that was layered in a shirt and the cardigan.

"Are you warm enough?" She asks playfully as she puts her cheek against your shoulder, looking up at you adorably, her blonde hair spilling over your shoulder. You swore you were gonna die happily right then and there.

"You're basically gonna make me melt from all the warmth." You're lucky the room was cold enough for it all to be cozy, and oh so perfect of a temperature.

She giggles, and then gets off of you, standing up and taking your hand into hers, tugging you to follow along.

"Where are we going now?" You ask curiously, your arm pushing you up and your legs straightening to a standing position to follow her. Your hands were intertwined with each other like a perfect puzzle piece.

"Someplace you'll love." She says, grabbing her keys out her pocket and going to the living room, making her way to the front door.

Once she opens the door, the sun was greeting high above the clouds somewhere, but it wasn't awfully sunny. She closes and turns the key into the door behind you. The sky shows a nice and gentle weather, no gray clouds.

The car beeped in the distance to your left, making you turn your head towards it. Taylor tilts her head while she walks to the car, as if to signal you that she was done making sure the house was all safe and locked.

You trail behind her, watching her get in the driver seat to turn on the engine. You thought she'd stay there and close the door, but she goes over to the passenger side and opens yours for you.

A dopey smile was on your face, her small gestures of love being everything to you. You went ahead and walked by her to go sit in the seat. She checks that you're fully in the vehicle before she closes the door.

When Taylor got in and clicked her seatbelt on along with you, she settles her hands on the steering wheel, driving off to the main road and start the journey to your destination, wherever that may be.

You got comfortable, unknowing whether it'll be a short one, or a long one. Before doing so, you turn on the radio and adjust the volume so it'll be good background music. You smile when you hear your favorite song playing.

Her eyes went to watch you every now and then, your head nodding along to the music and some lyrics coming out your mouth. She was so in love with you and everything about you.

When it went on to being half an hour in the car, you had settled down in your seat, watching the trees pass by and looking at the view outside. It seems you were going up a few mountains, and you couldn't wait to see what she had planned.

Taylor was smiling adorably as she drove. The sun was setting already, the two of you having left the house in the evening, and it left an iridescent line on her face, the rearview mirror reflecting the sun.

This was a precious day and a precious moment. You stare at her, admiring her for a second before pulling out your phone, your teeth catching your lip as you took a picture of her.

She notices you in the corner of her eyes, and her smile grew wider with a soft look. "I saw that," she says, knowing you loved to take pictures of her before she sees. But you didn't just take it for that reason.

"There's a rainbow on your face." You point out, and she looks into the mirror, her eyes brightening at the many colors of light visiting her cheek down to her neck. It was as if you were to travel upon a rainbow and find a stash of gold, to which, she practically is one. But she's more valuable and special than a simple pot of gold. Oh, so much more.

"I guess it's true how they say I have a bit of magic running through me." She focuses back on the road ahead of her, joking about the fans to you. You shake your head with a small laugh, but almost agreeing with her and the people who's talked about it. Far too many coincidences with the plane matching her lyrics, and mother nature following her with strikes of lightning.

Soon enough, you arrive, and it was a place somewhere on the side of the road, but there was a small path that could be seen at an angle. You follow Taylor's lead when she got out and locked the car, the wind breezing gently through your hair as you moved.

The sun had gone down by now, and the sky was dark, but the pathway had small lamps lighting up the way. You wondered if that was Taylor's doing, or perhaps they had already been there and this was a spot some people visit.

But it was her doing. She found this place a while ago, and no one else had taken it thus far. It was hers, and your spot now. The grass was green, and there were beautiful trees with leaves flowing and smoothly falling down here and there.

Taylor eventually stops walking, and you see a small picnic set up below an apple tree. She smiles your way, and your lips reflected hers. You couldn't have found anyone better.

She goes to sit down on the fabric, beside her a basket with some food. You sit down with her, shuffling to sit in between her legs with your back against her front.

It was a place where not much light pollution covered the place. You stare up at the night sky. It glimmered with stars, brightly glowing along with the gibbious moon high up the sky. You could see venus and saturn somewhere.

The sight shined off to your eyes, and hers stared down to them, admiring the speechless but happy look on your face. You were staring at the stars, she was staring at you.

You had your hands resting in your own lap, and she went off to the basket to grab a container that has a a slice of cheesecake. One that was delicious, and one from your favorite shop.

There was a small birthday candle, and the blonde gently places it atop the cake, lighting it up with a lighter.

She grabs a fork, opening the lid and handing the fork to you. You didn't see it until she waved it slightly, making you look down. A small gasp makes it way out your mouth when you realize what was on the picnic blanket just beside you.

"Tay, you didn't have to do all this." You say, your voice barely above a whisper from the surprise of how much she's been doing for you just in one day. And she planned all of it by herself. You look at her over your shoulder, your eyes full of emotions.

"But I wanted to. And you deserve every inch of it," she says, so very softly. Her free hand reaches up to caress your cheek with her thumb gently. She then lays a light kiss on your lips, her eyes holding only care and her embrace only holding safety.

Your lips turned upwards, and you gently take the fork from her hand, going off to grab the cheese cake container.

"Make a wish." She whispers gently. You stay quiet for a second, before blowing out the candle. Her face has a smile as she watches you.

"You're not gonna tell me what you wished for are you?" Taylor asks as you dig your fork into the cake, taking a small size before putting it in your mouth.

"Nope. It won't come true if I do." But in honest truth, the wish was her. To be with her forever and always.

The cake melted in your mouth. It was sweet, but not awfully sweet. Just the right amount, as it always had been. Taylor watches your movement from behind as she held you.

You then take another piece, but you didn't put it in your mouth. Instead, you lean back slightly and turn, putting the piece of cheese cake in the air, just near her mouth.

Her eyes flickered down to it, then back to your face. She opens her mouth and eats it, humming with the delicious taste filling her mouth.

She grabs another fork from the basket, wanting to share with you. You let her by putting the plastic container beside the both of you once more, turning back around to rest against her and stare up at the sky.

As the cheese cake was being finished, and the crickets made sound somewhere in the trees, she had thoughts floating in her mind, her eyes wandering over to you every now and then rather than the cake, or the sky.

"Okay, I have one last thing for you today." She spoke up softly, and you look at her, curiosity filling you as you wondered what else she could possibly have in store.

"What is it?" You ask, eager at this point from the sleepiness that might be coming onto you, and how she's been going at you with surprises left and right today. But it is a special day, after all.

"Can't tell you yet. Close your eyes first." She whispered near your ear as if to give off a mysterious tone.

"It better not be a snake like last time." You said as you closed your eyes and raised a brow. She had her mouth open in an act of getting offended even though you couldn't see.

"No! It's your birthday, silly. Of course I'm not gonna scare you." You can hear her smile in her voice, and some movement somewhere near you. She looks at you closely, making sure you had your eyes fully closed.

You then feel one of your arms being tugged up slightly to be put in the air at the same height as your chest, your palm facing upwards. A what felt like a box, with a soft exterior was then placed on your hand.

"Okay, you can open your eyes," she says, and the both of you were filled with anticipation. Hers, of your reaction, and you, of what you're gonna see when you open your eyes. When you did, it was a beautiful black box in your hand with a shiny metal latch.

"You better not have gotten me something far too expensive." Your eyes went off to hers, and she has a smile growing on her face once more.

"Just a reasonable price for something special," was all that she replied with, and you couldn't really say anything much to that, and so, your hand goes off to get the latch and open the lid, revealing a metal necklace that has a heart in the shape of how she draws it, and her initials on the sides of the heart. There are also small charms at the side of your favorite albums of her, not far off from the center of the necklace.

"Taylor. You did not." Your voice was in pure shock, knowing this was definitely custom-made. You had talked before about a necklace that should have certain charms that you would love to see together. But there wasn't one that really existed like that specifically, so you never thought of ever getting it. But she managed to get one specifically for you, and only one exists in the world.

"Yes, I did." She looked down at you, seeing how your hands very gently touched the chain and charms on it, loving that you were awestruck, and also absolutely in love with her.

"Happy birthday, baby." She kisses your cheek softly, hugging you and squeezing slightly from behind. Even a squirrel perhaps that isn't yet sleeping, is looking at the two of you from above a nearby tree, seeing the love you held dear.

"Thank you, Tay." You whisper, your free hand that wasn't holding the box going off to take her hand that was around your stomach in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze as she did with your body earlier.

"Help me put it on?" You ask, looking at her. She was looking at you with a soft gaze, like a fawn looking at someone.

"Of course," she replies, taking ahold of the necklace with a gentle grip to not let it fall, and clasping it around your neck, checking it was on properly.

"You look gorgeous," she says, her voice filled with honesty. Her eyes were all focused on you and the necklace on your neck.

"Do you like it?" She asks as if with hope for you to love it, but she already knew the answer to come, she just wanted to hear it coming from your own mouth than her head.

"I love it!!" Taylor adored the pure joy on your face, every second with you making her love you even more somehow, if possible.

The rest of the night was spent with adoration and love, and you sleeping in the car on the ride back home, with her staring at you at some red lights.

It's a whole day of memories to remember, and you aren't ever gonna forget it.

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[talesofesther]

is it too late to call you mine? | ch 2

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary: In Sebastian's prettiest dreams, you'd wear a gown of a color that matched his tie, he'd take your hand and dance all night until morning came. But those dreams felt like a farfetched reality. Would you even consider going with him? As more than a friend?

A/N: Right I lied before, we're gonna have one more chapter for this story after this one lol. Written for @spaceyaceface's HL Writing Challenge. Hope you guys like it. <3

Masterlist | Read ch 1 here

"One would think that with a library of this size, the school would have more books about this," you mumbled under your breath, brushing your hand over the cover of the thick book to rid it of the dust.

Hogwarts library had to be one of the most enchanting libraries you've ever been to; with its tall dark wooden bookshelves, high windows, spiral stairs leading up to the second floor, paintings, warm orange lighting, and desks and armchairs scattered about for each student to read to their heart's content—it all made you adore spending hours in here. It was common for Sebastian to join you, you'd both sit together and exchange thoughts about the books you've been reading until Madam Scribner had to kick you out so you'd be back in your common rooms before curfew.

Today, however, you were alone; skimming between stacks of books which were mostly forgotten and had a layer of dust covering them.

The Yule Ball was less than a week away, and it only just occurred to you that you didn't know the first thing about dancing. At least not the kind of formal dancing that one does at an event like this, with a partner.

You stared down at the book in your hands for a few long seconds before closing your eyes with a sigh.

Praying that the single book you managed to find would help you, you turned around to make your way to Madam Scribner's desk so she could check out the book for you. Once you rounded a corner, however, you bumped straight into something firm and warm, a startled oof escaping your lips as your feet lost their balance.

Only it wasn't something, it was someone. Gentle hands quickly took hold of both your elbows so you wouldn't end up falling to the floor. When you finally looked up, you were met with a familiar array of freckles and a dazzling grin.

"Picking up a new book? Without me?" Sebastian slowly pried his hands from you, his dark eyes giving a quick glance up and down before he laid one palm over his chest; "I'm wounded."

You chuckled, your knuckles going white around the book because of how close he was standing. "I'm not picking up a new book… Well, I am," you hesitated, "but you won't be interested in this one, I'm sure."

Sebastian raised a curious eyebrow at you, the golden candlelights of the library shaping the outlines of his face and highlighting the auburn of his hair to perfection. "Oh? And what book might that be?"

You bit at the inside of your cheek, not directly answering him but loosening your grip on the book ever so slightly. There wasn't a thing you could hide from him anyway.

Reaching a hand out, Sebastian tilted the book away from where you held it against your chest, coming to stand right beside you so he could properly read what was on the cover. And you could suddenly feel the warmth radiating from his body; his shoulder brushing yours and raising goosebumps on your skin while your lungs already lacked air. You could hate Sebastian for the obvious effect he has on you.

"Dancing techniques through the ages?" Sebastian read the title of the book out loud, and when he turned to look at you, the expression on his face was nearly comical, "are you even interested in that?"

You gave him what was half a smile and half a grimace, hugging the book closer to your chest again and taking half a step away from him. If you weren't so flustered you probably would've noticed the slight bit of hurt that flashed through his eyes because of your movement. "Yes?" You tried, and then groaned, "not really, but I kind of have to read it."

"Why? I don't remember us having any classes on dancing," Sebastian shrugged, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his pants.

"Yeah, I know, I know," you sighed, then closed your eyes as you spoke, much quieter; "it's because of the Ball."

"The… Ball? Why would you-" Sebastian cut himself off when he finally understood, he hesitated, his plump lips hovering for just a second, "oh, you don't-"

"No, I don't know how to dance," you huffed, feeling your cheeks immediately warming up. You avoided Sebastian's eyes then. There was really no reason to feel ashamed, dancing wasn't a skill everyone was expected to have. Yet, you couldn't help but feel at least a little self-conscious under the gaze of those dark eyes.

"And you expect to learn that from a book?" The smile could be heard clearly in Sebastian's voice; not mocking, at least not your lack of skill, maybe just your choice of a solution.

You glanced up at him again, raising your eyebrows as if to say; 'yeah, what of it?'.

An amused chuckle stumbled past his lips just before his cheek molded back to that smirk of his. "It's like learning to duel by reading a book about it. Doesn't work."

More often than not, Sebastian frustrated you to no end. It was just his luck that he looked damn good while doing it. "How else am I supposed to learn anything about it, Sebastian? The Ball is in less than a week." You argued, dropping the book on top of the nearest table as you grew restless.

Sebastian stayed quiet for a few beats, his lower lip stuck between his teeth as he apparently mulled over his next words. "I could teach you… If you'd like."

He refused to look you straight in the eye as he spoke, and you doubt you'd ever heard him sound this… timid. Hesitant. Changing his weight from one foot to the other as he picked at a loose thread on his sweater while waiting for your answer.

Sebastian was nervous.

"You know how to dance?" You were surprised at how your own voice sounded somewhat shy. The thought of Sebastian teaching you—his hands holding you close, guiding your movements; his body close to yours, personal space forgotten—made you feel all warm.

Sebastian hummed, his teasing smile making an appearance again, "you pick up a thing or two if you attend enough parties. I could teach you the basics at least, you won't be completely at a loss of what to do then."

You breathed in deeply, pursing your lips as you nodded. "Alright." It was a much better option than just reading a book about it anyway.

"Alright," Sebastian repeated after you, his throat working through a gulp, "meet me near the Undercroft entrance after curfew tonight."

"Not in the Undercroft?" You frowned.

"Not quite," his sultry voice kissed your ears, "no music in the Undercroft, after all."

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The hallways of the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower were completely empty as you walked, the pristine tiles reflecting each of your steps. It was past 10 PM and the moon was high in the sky, you could only hope you wouldn't run into any of the ghosts… again.

Sebastian waited for you with his back leaning against the wall near the Undercroft, just as he said. His arms were crossed over his chest as his foot tapped the ground rhythmically. He perked up once he laid eyes on you, a gentle and sincere smile coming to his lips.

"Ready for some dance lessons, my lady?" He asked in an over-the-top courteous voice that got you endearingly rolling your eyes.

"As I'll ever be," you smiled softly then, feeling your hands growing a bit sweaty, "thank you for doing this, by the way."

Sebastian only shook his head, his own smile still playing on his lips. He avoided your eyes, "don't mention it," he told you quietly, before pushing himself off the wall and walking past you, "come on then."

You followed Sebastian up the stairs, trailing behind him until a gentle, familiar classical tune reached your ears. He lead you to the enchanted violins and cello that were constantly playing in the tower, and now you finally understood why he said 'not in the Undercroft'.

"I suppose it's close enough to what will be playing in the Ball," Sebastian gestured to the enchanted instruments.

You chuckled, taking half a step closer to him, "clever."

As the soft melody swirled around you, the air seemed to shift between you and Sebastian. Different from the usual commotion during the day, the DADA tower was entirely too calm tonight; dimly lit as it was bathed in various shades of golden coming from the candlelights that reflected against the polished floor, completely devoid of any presence save for you and him—what once reminded you of Professor Hecat's assignments, now felt like a private ballroom, tailor-made to hold this moment alone.

Sebastian cleared his throat. You wondered if he felt the shift too. "Right so, in a dance, you'll want to be as relaxed as possible, trying to move in sync with your partner," he told you, "I doubt that-" he hesitated then, words seemingly heavy on his tongue, "I doubt that Weasley is much of a dancer, so if you know a basic waltz it should be more than enough."

There was something about the way the candlelights shone against Sebastian's features, all soft and pretty, turning his expression into something akin to adoration. For you.

Your heart was suddenly in your throat. Sebastian's stare was almost too much. You'd gladly drown in that 'too much'. It holds you hostage, pierces like the afternoon sun.

"May I?" He asked, one hand outstretched, waiting for your permission to hold your waist.

You only nodded, not trusting your voice.

Sebastian looked as nervous as you felt, and you didn't want to dwell on why that was. Not now.

With a delicacy only you had the privilege of knowing, Sebastian placed a hand on your waist; the other finding your own hand so he could intertwine your fingers with his. His chest was a hair's width away from touching yours.

Your free hand came to rest on his shoulder then, as if your souls were always meant to be this entangled. You refused to look him straight in the eyes, praying that he wouldn't feel the shaking of your fingers when you squeezed his hand.

"Relax," Sebastian whispered, his voice so close to your ear that it sent shivers down your spine.

But the shaking of the syllables betrayed his own statement. Sebastian's hand on your waist tightened its grip, as his mind drowned in the possibility of you and him. Here, in this fraction of a moment, with your heartbeat following the rhythm of his own, the dream felt almost within reach.

You didn't know, but every minute with you was torture for him. Every minute you dangled something in front of him, something he knew was unattainable.

Every minute that you weren’t his was another droplet from his bleeding heart.

"What now?" you breathed suddenly, quiet as to not break the peaceful bubble around you, yet still startling him back to reality.

Several emotions were swimming behind Sebastian's eyes then, too many for you to put a finger in any of them. A soft blush formed under his freckles, barely noticeable against the faint candlelights.

But you saw it. There was a beat before either of you said anything, a beat where you just looked at each other, wondering whether the other person’s feeling the same way.

"Right, it's not hard," Sebastian straightened in his posture, adjusting your joined hands as he took one deep breath, "just try to follow me, slowly, from one side to another."

Surprisingly, Sebastian was quite a skilled dancer. At first, he did most of the work, guiding your body through each step and turn, getting you comfortable until you were aware enough to follow him quicker and on your own. And you found that it was easy to follow him; your feet, hips, and hands complemented his movements as if you were one.

You weren't sure how long it had been, all you knew was that Sebastian's hands were warm on you, your body feeling as light as a feather as you waltzed around the empty tower. Any tension any of you had felt before was long gone now. Sebastian's smile was soft and his chuckles were a music better than the one of the enchanted violins. Your soul moved in tandem with his and your bold hands pulled his body closer to yours.

If anyone were to glance, you two could easily be mistaken for the dancing ghosts that sometimes appeared around the castle.

"I think it's safe to say you're a natural," Sebastian said in between laughs, amused at the way you were dragging him around now.

You felt the squeeze of his hand on your waist, fingertips tracing the curve of your spine. "It's much more fun than I thought it would be," you told him, just a little breathless. "But I had a good teacher too, I suppose," you teased, tilting your head with a smirk.

You let go of his shoulder then, allowing him to twirl you around and then straight back into his arms. This simple night turned into a moment you'd be happy to live in forever.

Sebastian's own smile gets a little loose and gone when you do this—staying too close, smiling at him, touching—but you seem oblivious to it.

Whatever the future may hold, he was happy to say you were his; if only for this night.

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Read ch 3 here

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[livin4mybabes]

You should never be ashamed - Trent Alexander Arnold

request: can it be with Jude or Trent where they were in public and someone makes fun of her Eritrean accent and how sometimes she struggles to speak English so from that on she stopped talking only responding with one or two words and they comfort her. if u can thank you ( @idreamtoliveinfantsy) thank you for you request ❤ summary: trent gives you the confidence you need when people make rude comments about you. pairing: trent alexander-arnold x reader; bestfriend! jude bellingham x reader warnings: none words count: 1.2

Two years ago you had moved to England because your boss had asked you to work here and gave you a better promotion, something you had dreamed of. On the other hand, you had met Trent during a night out with your friends and from that moment on you clicked amazingly.

It all started with an outing as "friends", you agreed to start getting to know each other - like hobbies, dislikes, favourite food, favourite places in your countries, etc. - However, for both of them, it was inevitable not to develop feelings beyond friendship. Soon a few months later you started dating and you were happy for what you had with him.

What you had was special, he made you feel comfortable wherever you went and whoever you were with. You loved the fact that he knew you so well that he knew when you weren't in the mood, when something made you sad, he made you happy. You complemented each other so well.

In the time you had been living in England, it had been long enough to get used to this new place, however, if one thing is true, being a foreigner is sometimes difficult and dealing with people who are not the best at doing it with others. Although you consider yourself a confident person, without fear of anything, in reality there was something that made you feel insecure, your accent. Even though you were almost 100% fluent in English, that accent when pronouncing words or phrases was still there and it wasn't like it was going to disappear overnight and you were proud to keep it.

However, one night when you and Trent had gone out with some friends to spend some time - it was really a quiet night out, just going to a restaurant for dinner.

You were sitting in the middle of your boyfriend and Jude; next to him was a girl he was seeing, and across from you was Andy with his girlfriend. During dinner, words were exchanged between everyone, however, Jude's friend was barely speaking to you and to a certain point she was giving you dirty looks.

"Baby, are you okay?" Trent leaned close to your ear and asked you as he noticed how you stirred uncomfortably.

"Yeah, I'm fine" you smiled at him, as he placed a hand on your thigh.

The night was going well, until she spoke.

"You're not from here, aren't you?" Jude's friend asked you.

"Yes, I'm not " you replied uncomfortably.

"And you don't feel embarrassed? I mean, I'd be if I sounded that weird and funny..." she said, looking at you with displeasure.

Everyone at the table was speechless until Trent spoke up.

"I don't think it's any of your business, if it's none of my girlfriend's business, it's none of mine, you shouldn't care either.

I think it's disrespectful to her, I guess you're just being ignorant and I can see the kind of person you are. You are disgusting" Trent spoke harshly and you just grabbed his arm. The last thing you wanted to happen was he gets in troubles.

Jude didn't keep quiet either.

"Paige, I'm going to ask you to leave. Like Trent said it was disrespectful to y/n; she's like my sister and I can't stand this behavior, even more when you and I are just barely getting to know each other. I don't know what I was thinking when I brought you here, I don't know how I didn't notice it before either.

Paige -now you knew her name - just kept quiet and looked concerned. She just grabbed her bag and left the restaurant.

When she left, everyone was quiet and it was a bit awkward. Trent like the great boyfriend he’s, decided to stop dinner and take you home, this had been too much.

The drive home was silent; Jude had gone back with you. You could clearly feel the tension in the car.

"hey, y/n... sorry about what happened at dinner. I don't even know why I took her to dinner" Jude spoke.

"yeah, never mind" was all you replied.

When you got to Jude's flat, he got out of the car and said goodbye to both of you, and you just nodded your head in agreement.

There was only you and Trent left in the car, and he knew something was wrong.

"Baby, are you okay? Don't lie to me please" Trent spoke to you as he took your hand.

You didn't even know what to say, in your mind you knew that what had happened was something silly.

When he saw that you didn't answer, he spoke to you again.

"Baby, please. Talk to me”

"It's no big deal, it's just what happened today...it made me feel bad, uncomfortable, but it was silly."

"Baby, that wasn't something silly. It's okay to feel that way because what that girl did was wrong.

You should never be ashamed of that because it's what makes you who you are, there's nothing wrong with that. Please don't ever feel that way, that girl is the one who is wrong."

 "Thank you Trent, I love you."

Arriving home, you headed to your room as Trent secured the door and turned off the lights in the living room.

Once you were both in bed, you grabbed your cell to see messages from Jude.

Jude ❤

Hey y/n, I'm so sorry about what happened today.

And like I said, it was dumb of me to take her, the last thing I want is for you to get hurt. You know Trent is my best friend and you're like my sister.

I'm sorry, and I swear to take care of you as much as I can and especially from comments that might make you feel bad.

I love you

You adored Jude, you were like siblings as you had a very good relationship.

"Jude sent me a text apologizing" You said to Trent as you showed him the conversation.

"He can be very annoying at times, but if I'm sure he wouldn't do anything to hurt you."

" Just like you. thank you for everything you've done for me these past few months, you make me feel at home.

Really, you've made me so happy."

"This is what a relationship is all about baby, we're both here to support each other and take care of each other always, and I've told you many times but don't ever forget, never be ashamed of who you are because that's what makes you special, that's what makes me love you, that's what makes you have what you have. You deserve so much.

You lean in close to him and grab him by the neck to kiss him.

"I love you, I love you so much" you say against his lips and through tears.

"I know that, but I wouldn't mind if you showed it to me in a different way" He says teasingly as he lays you on the mattress kessing you and doing other things during the night that help to show the love you have for each other.

#trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander arnold imagines #football imagines #requests #trent alexander arnold one shot #trent alexander arnold fanfiction #trent alexander arnold imagine #footballer imagine

[yanderecandystore]

Hi I'm brazilian, sorry if my english is wrong. But I can order a yan with a sweet wizard boy where he lives in a house made of candy and attracts people for him to devour, I don't know if you've read the story of the brother grimms, of Hansel and Gretel (or Br: João e Maria). How about this concept?

I'm so sorry but I struggled with this one so bad, I made so many versions of this but always fucked up at the candy house part 💀 (I couldn't imagine how to write the reader getting inside, or even finding it even though it was supposed to be the most obvious part lmao) It's very short 👉👈

Also lmao your English is great boo, welcome to the candy store, thank you for sharing with me this idea! It was actually pretty funny how challenging I thought it was X'D

TW/Tags: a little sadistic/more dehumanizing yandere // mentions of: weird/abusive family dynamics; cannibalism; drugging; kidnapping; gore; severed body parts; the usual yandereness although without the soft/lovey fluff I usually write // delusional (he is as sweet as someone who who eats humans could be- I want to write more but I kept messing up so much I died ⚰️)

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Pumpkin Pie [Yandere!M!Cannibal!Wizard/Witch x GN!Reader - Scenario (?)]:

You were having tea inside a colorful house, your vision was very blurry and your ears felt clogged, and to make things harder to understand there was a heavy and pretty mixed up smell of sweets and candies, overwhelming your nostrils… You don't remember when or how you got in, or why, but the tea was nice so you kept drinking.

You were having a nice time with a stranger who you don't really remember the name of… He wore a weird suit for your town's weather, actually it was just off in general… But you thought it looked nice…

He smiled at you blissfully, clearly having a good time… You felt like you were having a good time as well… You like to think so.

Okay, to be honest you couldn't feel a single thing, your legs were numb and you felt like your head was way too heavy to move it around. You barely felt awake at all. So you just assumed it was probably a strange dream, after all you didn't know this man, right?!

He was talking to you… You didn't understand what he was saying, the smell of something tasty was being baked… Pumpkin pie maybe…? How long have you gone without one of those? Your father didn't like how much sugar you ate, so you were restricted to only a few sweets… But he probably wouldn't be mad about one slice of pumpkin pie, right?

The man patted your head endearingly as he smiled at you, he seemed to not care much about how you weren't paying attention at all… You thought that was sweet of him considering you were always considered an airhead by your family.

… Speaking of them- Shouldn't you go home soon? I mean, this is very pleasant and all but you don't remember how long you've been here and the things that happened beforehand feel like a blur… Your family had a curfew and you didn't want to get in trouble again for breaking it.

Ah, but what could you do? You were just so curious about the forest beside the mansion. You secretly hoped to see fairies or anything magical whenever you went there, ah, how wonderful it was to escape your responsibilities as middle child for at least a few moments.

Sure, your family was wealthy, a lot better than most people in town, but you wished you didn't have to stay inside all day… Your older siblings would get to work with the family mine business while your younger siblings got to play and study all day long, and you? You were sort of the second servant of the house, there were many expectations placed on you and not enough attention to your interests and dreams…

You already miss Ms. Bell, she is such a nice lady and sadly your only friend in a big almost always empty mansion. Actually, you're not even all that bothered about being a "second servant" because you actually like helping her out.

Ah, sweet Bell… She always told you to be careful out in the woods, people would often go missing, especially people who have zero expertise about finding their way in and out… Ms. Bell, always so caring and wise… If only your family listened to you more like she does…!

While you kept drifting into different topics inside your own head, your vision was starting to come back to you and your ears seemed to get better after a while… Your head was still very heavy and it aches as you look around and notice- This guy has a weird taste for decor! Seriously, there's candy everywhere!! Actually… Was everything MADE out of candy?! What the hell?

Wait, you can hear humming, you can hear him better now, he is singing a nice tune as he gets up and takes care of the pie in his oven.

"You're finally awake, or at least more awake now! I'm sorry for what happened before, the dose I gave you was probably too strong, I guess it is just a habit of mine. Please forgive me." The man said in a joyful way, smiling at you like he did before… His voice was familiar but nothing to really help you remember.

"I guess I haven't introduced myself properly, then again I didn't think you would make it this far- I don't know why but I couldn't bring myself to let you go to waste. You have a very sweet smell and I couldn't help but wonder what it would taste like." He acts as if what he said was a compliment, and you strangely enough nod your head, feeling a little dazed still.

Yeah… but, what was he talking about? This conversation was weird and it was starting to worry you a little bit.

He brought to the table you were sitting on his pie so it could cool down while you two chatted, and filled the table with a plate of muffins and another of small bread. They looked incredible!

"You can eat how many you like! Consider yourself my guest, it's actually very nice to have someone over after such a long time…" He sat down in front of you and started to pour you more tea.

"I think it's clear to see I don't really do this, well, my name is Zirick, and this is my house! Don't worry, I'm not mad about what you did earlier, it happens all the time! And of course, my house was pretty much made for it, ya know?"

You didn't understand what he meant, so you told him your name and apologized for not only not remembering what you did but also for doing something that would offend him.

"Oh Pumpkin, it's okay! It's my fault your head is as empty as my cup of tea- My spell was supposed to just knock you out but I guess it was a little too strong and in return made you lose a few memories! But don't worry it'll come back eventually…"

"What I'm talking about is that you stumbled around my land and… Well, after seeing my house you couldn't help but want to take a bite off my walls! But I fixed them already so that's fine."

What? He knocked you out with a spell?? For eating his walls?! That entire sentence didn't make sense to you, you would never randomly eat someone's walls!! Even if they were delicious and even if you… do remember snacking on them… a little bit…

Ugh your mind was a flurry of thoughts, it was like different ingredients being violently mixed together and not mixing well! (Heh, cake comparison! You sure he would have loved to hear that one).

Well, invading someone's property like that was not a good thing but you weren't sure if knocking them with a spell or two was a good way to deal with an intruder… Still, you apologized and said you were going to find a way to pay him for his sweet wall. He waved you off laughing to himself.

"Oh but human money is worthless to me, and besides you have already paid me- Oh! Speaking of which, I just have to make sure this pie tastes good- I would offer you but I don't think it would taste, little Pumpkin."

He started to cut himself a slice… It was very red and meaty for a "pumpkin" pie, yet it smelled like one to you… And to him too.

Your senses were starting to get to you, you started to feel worried as the man was staring at you expectantly, you looked around and saw a peppermint clock on the wall, it marked 10 and you were sure by the darkness outside the window it meant 10p.m. You tried to get up and excuse yourself, after all you needed to get home soon or your family would end up getting mad at you.

But before you could actually walk away, you fell hard into the ground. You noticed you weren't feeling your legs properly, that's because one of them was missing.

"Don't roll away now, you're my guest today, remember? And besides, how far can you go without help, silly?" Zirick came to your aid very quickly and helped you get back to the chair immediately.

You tried to push him away, you bit him, you slapped him and even tried to kick him with one leg- It didn't work, he still knew how to tranquilize you into going back to your dreamland…

"Shh… Ah, how sad. All my guests get like this… You're a little fiesty for such a sweet Pumpkin, but I somehow can't get enough of your company, perhaps when you wake we can start again…"

He licked his dirty, bloodied fork eagerly. Normally he would have turned you into a massive pie but he wasn't THAT hungry and surely just a leg would be enough, and you were adorable walking around in the woods like a little adventure! He couldn't help but trick you into coming closer and eating a piece of his house- He needed a reason to get you inside of course, an eye for an eye, as they would say.

He isn't sure how he'll go about this but he likes your company, especially when you're too dazed to have any inhibitions or sense of privacy when talking to him! He could hear you sleepily mumble for hours, you were just so sweet to talk to, and to taste!

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#yandere #yandere oc #choco stuff #a sweetheart asked: #yandere x reader #yandere cannibal #yandere wizard #yandere witch #yandere male #yandere male x reader #gn!reader #yandere!cannibal x reader #yandere!wizard x reader #special delivery request #special delivery scenarios #special delivery headcanons

[dontcryminecraft]

dream /neg

i saw this posted and got so mad i ranted but didn't want to reblog someone's post like that so i decided to just make my own-

HEAVY DREAM /NEG!!!! DON'T LIKE IT? BLOCK ME AND MOVE ON

quackity made qsmp because of his experiences as a bilingual creator and his want to bring his two worlds together. He wanted to help break down language and culture barriers, which he LITERALLY DID ON THE FIRST DAY THROUGH THE WALL. I can't imagine a reason dream has for this other than...attention? idk. Everything about this screams that he just wants to do what quackity is doing but "bigger and better" and that misses the point of qsmp and, even if I'm wrong about his intentions, makes dream look kinda like a dick.

Oh, first-ever bilingual server? well here's the first MULTI-LINGUAL SERVER, which hinges on the technicality that 'multi' here means 3+, not 2+, even though multiple just means 'more than one'. But that technicality is bullshit!!! So, no, actually, QSMP is the first Multilingual server. Fuck off!!!!!

The addition of 'live translation' is iffy to me, I checked out his video on the mod just to make sure I know what I'm talking about and... yeah it's iffy at best. It's technologically cool, and I will give him credit for making a mod for this. However, that's not that much praise all things considered. Practically, you'll have to constantly be looking at other people's character's ALL THE TIME in order to have a conversation with them, which isn't feasible in a natural way. I'm honestly not going to say much about the translations themselves because I'm only fluent in English. However, I still highly doubt that his mod will pick up on any nuances and slang in a different language

Basically, it would have been better to not do this to not bother with a mod, and to encourage others to learn different languages LIKE QUACKITY DID.

Large servers with 60+ people and 6 leaders...so like they all get grouped together? What is this a shitty model un? And with the leaderboard, I want to laugh at the idea that this is a very very bad take on Minecraft Olympics. What will they score, achievements? How many kills someone can get in a tournament-style bracket? How many blocks mined? What on earth is 'language ranking'???? This is a server that already had multiple languages set on the premises of uniting there isn't a need for another gimmick? TBH im so baffled on this that I'm curious enough to not seriously talk shit on that part but that doesn't count for the next thing I'll rant about-

"with equal say in decision making"- First of all FUCK OFF /SRS. The biggest issue people had with the dsmp was that smaller streamers weren't listened to. They constantly tried to stream with others to get their storylines going, and yet nothing. It was also heavily implied that the main person ignoring everyone and not communicating well behind the scenes was FUCKING DREAM. First of all, as the main server admin, owner, and Guy In Charge, that's horrible management. Yet he's never spoken about it as far as I'm aware. He's never given a reason he's so unreachable. So, if I'm correct, that makes THIS COMMENT the first time he's mentioned the dsmp's shit communication issues and it's done in such a backhanded way I want to scream like YOU WERE THE ISSUE DREAM. It's just tacky, imo.

#ahyes an original post #discourse #dream discourse #dream neg #anti dreamwastaken #ranting #i am not tagging anything else if you see this you searched it out #but also if you want me to add a tag for a block list or if i forgot a neg tag or sm tell me and I'll update it

[catboybiologist]

so I went to college for a year on my parents dime, but the second year I suffered from severe burnout and returned to live with my parents and went back to my high school job, and now I’m just utterly terrified of the future as my job doesn’t even pay enough to make rent much less any other of the other physiological needs and I despise my parents but any path forward that I can imagine involves being dependent on them and the second year of college got so stressful I can’t imagine myself ever completing a degree, and you seem to have your shit together to a degree and I don’t even know what to ask but I just feel so hopeless

I hope this response is at least a little helpful. You're cutting deeply at something that a lot of people have experienced. I sympathize deeply. It's okay. And to tell you the truth, I don't have my shit together, and I'm at a similar crossroads to you. I'll elaborate on my own personal path after the cut, but if you want some advice, here's mine:

You're not gonna power yourself through burnout. You're not a failure, and what you're doing is okay. You need to take a real, hard look at what makes you happy. Not what career you want, what makes you happy. If that's your career, wonderful. If it's not your career, that's great too. It's okay to pause to reevaluate. Give yourself the patience you need. You're okay, and you will figure it out. But you can't power yourself through burnout. Something has to change. I can't tell you what. You're gonna have to figure that out, unfortunately.

But don't try to suffer through a degree that will make you miserable. You have to plan for the future, of course, but you need to remember that you're living in the present as well.

So how do you go forward? As I see it, you have two options: go back to school when you're rested a little, but in a different field than before (or a different approach like trade school or an associate's degree), or try to find a path forward that simplifies your life enough financially to make it on your own. Neither are easy. Both are possible, but brutally difficult.

You can slowly dip your toes into either option. Find out alternate jobs. Take classes from community college or online in a variety of subjects. But if you don't want to do any of that, its okay not to as well.

Take your time with yourself. I believe in you. But remember to enjoy yourself when you can. It's okay to be hurt. But you can try to love yourself too.

My overall point is: if you commit yourself to misery, it becomes addicting. The longer you resign yourself to living your life in a way that actively burns you out and doesn't make you happy, the harder it becomes to break that pattern. I spent a while that way myself. You don't have to read further, but if you want to hear my own personal vent and relation to this, you can if you want.

To tell you the truth, I'm considering quitting my PhD at some point. I'm still very undecided, but right now, I'm basically holding out until I can take my summer quarter off. Even if I wasn't doing that to socially transition, I need that to figure out what I'm going do with my life, and whether I want to complete this degree.

I've done a LOT of things I regret. And they were all in the name of committing myself to my own misery, and a lot of that was tied to academia, and appeasing my family. At first, I started giving up on dreams I had that weren't academia related (Mt. Whitney was a huge one, and longer thru hikes as well). It snowballed into a point where I didn't know how not to be miserable anymore, and I was actively suffering through things that I refused to change, simply because

That's... why I delayed transitioning so long. The first and last thought on my mind about it, the entire time I was getting my undergrad degree, was about how transitioning would affect my education, and my career.

I only started posting my first "femboy" pictures online in Fall 2021. At the time, I was deeply engrained into a really, really shitty situation, that I was doubling down on because I didn't want to impede the progress of my master's degree. I was trapped. I started posting the pictures because, well, I was in "fuckit, if I wanna kms anyways, might as well get some fun in before I do it". If anyone wants more detail, I might talk in DM, but it would mostly be me venting. For you, anon, I think my details aren't that important. I'm still scared of talking about it publicly even now, and I still regret getting into that situation every day.

Getting out of that was my breaking point. I realized that I needed to start living my life for me. I chose my PhD institution and lab in part because of available LGBT acceptance and resources, and started HRT about a year into my PhD when I was a bit settled.

And I love what I do! I still do! I love science!! I still love biology and research and the coding I do for it and discussing it and presenting it and all of it!!!! But is it worth it? Does I love it enough? And can I keep doing it?

I need to figure it out. And it sounds like you do too. Your individual considerations may be different, but its ultimately the same consideration: how happy will this make you, vs how miserable it will make you.

And that is a HUGE question, that won't be answered overnight. You're right to take a break and tackle it. I believe in you <3

#cw suicide

[the-lark-ascending69]

The Robin x Nancy x Steve love triangle is compelling not when Steve and Robin's friendship is nearly destroyed just over a girl, but when their own flaws lead them to distrust and hurt each other. They just happen to come up and be in opposition to each other when they're in love with the same girl. Maybe Robin gets excessively excited, thinking she will have Steve's unconditional support, and then becomes defensive and retreats back to her more mean and sarcastic persona when she realizes Steve very strongly opposes to her pursuing Nancy (babygirl decided to spill her heart just the moment before Steve was going to tell her he and Nancy got back together). Maybe Steve's mistake was clinging too much to Nancy and the future he himself imagined for both of them, and assuming Robin would never actually interfere in his heterosexual picket fence dream, because she would inevitably find another lesbian to be with and certainly not his dream girl, Nancy Wheeler. Maybe Robin feels his opposition as a personal attack (Nancy is his girl, at his point, why wouldn't he tell Robin to back down?), and bites back because she feels like a cornered animal, desperate to defend herself (no, she's not fundamentally broken! She's allowed to feel! Don't hurt her!). Maybe Steve should have considered the fact thay Robin isn't his personal support lesbian and it's unreasonable to expect her not to develop feelings for a girl that wasn't even dating him at that point yet. "If you loved her so much, maybe you should have told her about your feelings before I told her about mine! You can't get mad at me! I didn't even know you liked her! But you do know she doesn't like girls, right?" He says. And she says "you don't even know what she wants because you never listen to her! Steve The Hair Harrington only ever thinks about himself. And to think I actually thought you weren't a mayor asshole, but it seems you were just watching from afar, waiting for her to leave her boyfriend and come back running to you and your six babies."

She thinks she was stupid for letting his charm affect her enough to befriend him, and he's just angry she suddenly gets to have a say in his relationship (even though he would realize she was right about Nancy all along if he just listened to at least one of them for five minutes).

#ronance #i think i came up with a new au #is this ooc? idk its been a while since i watched the show i'm just here for ronance #its almost 5 am maybe this is incoherent. if i hate it when i wake up ill just delete it ok goodnight #an important point here is that robin is convinced steve is being a terrible boyfriend and she is RIGHT #but she feels like a monster trying to get the girl all to herself when saying that

[raahosh]

Hi, i love your stories so much. You have an amazing way of writing. I was wondering whether you do any requests. If yes, I would love to see a one shot about cassian with someone who is not considered his mate and how his love for her triumphs over any kind of mate bond.

cassian x reader.

summary: Cassian found his mate after years, but he's in a relationship with you.

warnings: none, I guess. I didn't know if you wanted smut but I didn't out because I know not everyone likes it.

The bond clicking was like a punch in the face for Cassian. He didn't know how to react or how he would proceed with days. He wanted to cry, scream and curse the Goddess to do what she was doing to him.

You both knew this day would come. Your bond hadn't made itself present, so you knew you weren't mates and were just waiting for the day you'd find your true ones. Of course, in his mind, it didn't matter. Bond or not, you were his, and the person he's actually bonded with wouldn't be a burden because she'd never be an option, but still, it was hard.

Strings connected Cassian to Nesta like nothing else did. It was like a magnet trying to connect them both. He was rejecting something natural, the primal wish his bones had to claim this bond, but he wouldn't. No, the Illyrian commander would never betray or cheat. His heart belonged to you, his mind, his soul, everything belonged to you, and no mating bond would change that,

Nesta didn't seem to like it either, her face consorting to a scowl, and, honestly, she looked like she would vomit at any minute. Not that Cassian would be a terrible idea of a mate, but she knew he was yours and yours only.

When Cassian finally got home, you were in the kitchen, hands occupied by a bowl of mashed potatoes. From the moment your gaze turned to him, you saw it; you knew it had happened and couldn't do anything about it.

You trusted the fae you lived your entire life with, knew that even if he found the—oh so craved—mate he would never do something that could hurt you. But it hurt anyway. Your stomach dropped to the floor, and now you were the one who felt like vomiting.

How can I bring similar reactions from two different females in so little time? Cassian thought to himself.

The container of mashed potatoes went to the counter, and your hands started shaking. Cassian was still glued in place, afraid of saying something and making things worse. Your heart ached, but you knew what you had to say. It would be selfish to contain him from something every fae dreams of having. A mate was something significant, something precious, rare, and wonderful.

"I don't know who it is, but... If you, for any reason, think she's the one, I won't be mad if you choose her. We always knew it would happen someday, and even saying that we can get through it, I don't know how it feels like, if it's strong or not, or if-" Cassian cut you off mid-sentence, not back to reality and out of the trance he was in.

"No, no, please. Never think that ever again, ok?" He held your face between his hands. "You're mine, and I'm yours. Nothing is ever going to change that." His heart was beating so fast he thought it would come out of his chest, ripping through his ribs and out of his flesh. He was breathing hard while you held your breath so tight that when you released it, you coughed lightly.

But it was too late. The tears started rolling down your eyes. Tears of everything, happiness, sadness, relief, anguish, love. You just cried while he held you so close that you could feel even his soul at that moment.

Both of you would never know why the cauldron didn't choose you to be mates, but it didn't matter. Not when you loved each other so dearly and for so long. Not when you breathed each other's breath, not when you both felt so deeply it hurt even who sees from the outside.

#cassian x reader #cassian acotar #acotar x reader #it's been so long idk how to write anymore #cassian has my heart #i love to write about him

[krys-loves-otome]

OC Brain Rots #2: Miri, Magical Ancestry, and Mortality

Welcome back to OC Brain Rots, where I go off about an OC of mine and whatever it is that caused them to tickle my brain at the moment.

For this brain rot, I'm gonna be focusing on my Obey Me MC Miri since it's Nightbringer's one year anniversary (Happy Devil Day, Obey Me: Nightbringer, congrats), so it's a timely occasion to talk about her. Spoilers ahead, of course, as I'm gonna be going in depth about her ancestry (about Lilith and her history) and on a little more somber topic about her aging, since I've thinking about it ever since a light-hearted chat came up in game.

For basic info about Miri and my other dating sim OCs, check out the intro post here! For the previous brain rot post involving Abby and Thea and some of the events of Ikevamp's interlude, check here!

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For context, this line of thinking began with a chat with Luke and a dream he had of escorting Miri through town. He was older and taller and all those things he wants to be to impress her and be a cool angel and all that. They then make plans to make the escorting adventure happen for reals, as their current selves and they both had a good, cute, sweet time.

Then this sparked my brain into thinking of how aging works in this universe, especially with supernatural beings vs humans.

For Luke to be adult-sized, how long would that take? Do angels start as babies that mature eventually? I feel like I've seen a post before about how angels were created, not born like humans are. Maybe their appearance changes once they go up in rank? Or maturity is just a lot slower as they are (technically speaking) immortal?

Anyway, back to the topic at hand, when Luke gets older, so does everyone else, including Miri, our sorcerer with angel ancestors.

Technically.

Lilith had been reborn as a human, likely retaining some of her angel powers innately according to OG Lesson 16 (though not as powerful as when she was a full on angel), so I'm thinking that some of the longevity that angels have likely stayed some as well, making her lifespan longer than that of normal, non-magical humans. How many more years? Game doesn't specify, but I like to think that means Lilith's line had longer lifespans than most normal humans. 100s probably weren't a problem for Lilith to reach. Maybe even a bit longer? And this is also considering there isn't any other magical interference in her life.

Fast-forward a few generations and we get to Miri, a once ordinary human thrust into Devildom to take part in the Student Exchange Program at RAD. She gets her first rush of power when she makes her first pact with Mammon. As she gains more pacts, she gains more power. Around the time she's getting Asmo's pact, Solomon had lent her some of his power so she use it for a mission so she could earn Asmo's pact on her own. She uses this borrowed power to help Mammon, Levi, Beel, and herself escape Henry 1.0 by summoning Asmo and drawing out his power to charm Henry.

Asmo comments later that though she was on borrowed power, Miri drew out a lot more power out of him than Solomon had ever done and that was interesting, so he agreed to the pact after failing in her initial task because he was impressed by her innate power.

Her power grows so much in later lessons, it threatened the balance of magic between the three worlds. Solomon suggests she cut her pacts with the brothers, but she refuses to separate from the brothers. She eventually gains Lucifer's Ring of Light that dampens her power to a more manageable level. Solomon then takes her on as an apprentice so she can learn to use her power more effectively.

All this to say, Miri isn't your average human anymore (though she never really was, even from the start because of her ancestor Lilith).  So, her lifespan has likely been affected because of the influx of magical energy that human Lilith most likely didn't have. How much it has affected her remains to be seen.

So, if she hadn't had this magical boost from Lilith, the brothers, and whatever else comes along to affect her, she probably wouldn't live to see grown up Luke and he wouldn't be able to escort her through town like he wants to. Miri as of now? There's a chance for it now! Could she reach Solomon's age because of her power? At what age will she start getting wrinkles and grey streaks in her hair? 200s? 300s? Who knows!

Now the image of Old Lady Miri being escorted through town by Luke isn't such a sad image to me anymore. How before all the powers she gained, it would look like a young boy escorting an elderly woman through town, excitedly talking back and forth about baking and puzzles, to now leading to the image of the cool, older angel Luke that's taller and stronger escorting an older Miri with maybe some grey streaks in her hair but is still youthful in her eyes, excited for a day in town and all the things he wants to show her, both still talking excitedly about baking and puzzles.

And that's about it for this brain rot. Hope you guys enjoyed this little thought experiment and I hope to see you for the next brain rot session!

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #oc brain rot #obey me #obey me oc #miriam (obey me oc) #luke (obey me) #luke may be older than her but she still treats him like a younger brother #a very platonic relationship #he thinks she's cool and wants to impress her even though she's a human #it's his human friend/big sister! #it's a very sweet relationship #but now I'm thinking again of luke not aging like humans while Miri gets to old granny age and they have tea and cookies together #maybe Simeon comes along too #haven't gotten very far in season 4 but does he remain human? #does he get to age with Miri? #while Luke Solomon Raphael Thirteen and the demons watch them age while they stay the same? #an interesting thought to ponder #hmmm

[gophergal]

15 Questions for 15 Mutuals

(starting a new thread because the other one is extremely long)

Thanks for tagging me @waw1x !

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Are you named after anyone?

Yup! My dad's mom. My government name isn't very common though, so I won't tell you what it is. It's very pretty though.

Last time you cried?

Um. No idea? My eyes water a lot (stupid dry eye), but I'm very emotionally repressed. I'd say it was probably two weeks ago and because of nostalgia or something.

Do you have kids?

I have a cat and a teenage friend who calls me her Art Mom. Considering I would literally kill for either of them, I think that counts.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I don't think so? I'm kinda a smart ass, but it's not on purpose.

What sports do you play/have you played?

None competitively, only what we did in P.E. Of those I most enjoyed volleyball, wrestling, and weight lifting (even though we didn't compete on that one, it was a ton of fun)

What's the first thing you notice about a person?

Physically: Probably their hair. My eyesight sucks, so when I was a kid it was the easiest way to identify people. Otherwise: Speech patterns.

Eye color?

Blue. Kinda wish they weren't, since I'm very sensitive to light, but I get them from my mom and her dad, so that's nice.

Scary movie or happy ending?

Depends. Very few movies scare me, and the ones that do aren't even horror. I think I'd take one with a happy ending, just to be safe.

Any special talents?

No idea. I'm pretty physically strong, but idk if that counts as a talent, exactly.

Where were you born?

West Virginia. Country home, take me road.

What are your hobbies?

Drawing and writing, obvs, but also video games (I don't keep up to date with new ones, though. Just play the same type of shit I did as a kid, and maybe something new every once in a while). Is attempting to learn new skills a hobby? Cause I do that a lot, even if I never get past the basics on anything

Do you have any pets?

Three, technically. My cat, Panther. My dog, Diesel. And my mom's dog, who I inherited but don't consider mine, Loki.

How tall are you?

5 foot, 5 inches. (Around 165 centimeters, for those who use metric). Folks say I look taller though. Don't ask me why.

Favorite subject in school?

Art (my highschool had a few different ones. I most enjoyed Drawing and Ink. So far, in college, I've enjoyed Drawing and Ceramics the most), English, and Cooking (my school had Global Foods and it was awesome)

Dream job?

No fucking clue!! All I know is I want to do art! When I was in middle school, I wanted to be a video game concept artist. In highschool I wanted to be a tattoo artist. Now... Kinda lost, if I'm honest.

(I don't think I have many mutuals, so- @shining-bewear @bisexual-horror-fan @cursed--alien @bucketofcowboys @kpen-draws and anyone else who wants to do it. No pressure though!)

#gopher rambles #tag game #long post

[strikingfm]

If I were the GM of The Bills

I was talking with my brother and a friend last night and It sounds crazy, but I still believe the bills can win out and get to the Super Bowl. And The AFC is so mediocre, its anyone's Conference to win.

I heard SiriusXM the other day and they said the same thing I've been saying. They are saying The Buffalo Bills if they make the playoffs will be the most dangerous team in the road to the Super Bowl. They even went to the extent to say in the NFC; no one impresses them to the point where they are an easy favorite.

The Bills remaining schedule is The Chiefs who have no edge protection on offense...the Chiefs really don't have WR gamebreakers....and the Cowboys have one of the weakest NFL schedules in the league making them look good....Yes, the cowboys offense is crazy good and their pass rush is phenomenal.....but, they don't have a tough schedule; almost losing to the (6-5) Seahawks last week.

The Bills and I told my family this and others when the schedule came out. I said if the Bills weren't careful, they'd find themselves battling for a Playoff spot due to:

#1. Their schedule (The Hardest in the NFL)

#2. How every team in their schedule was building their rosters

#3. The Bills Bye week didn't come until Week 13

#4. The game overseas

And so far, I've been spot on....but, even with my criticism...I was telling people that the Bills are so good; they can still do it....A big criticism of mine was the OL - this OL is doing a good enough job...we're set at OL for a couple of years....and pick up a draft pick on OL just to keep the roster building wheel turning.

So, For next season, If I was Brandon Beane I'd trade:

-Hyde

-Poyer

-Milano

-Taron Johnson

-Tre White

-Von Miller

-Diggs

-Elam (maybe) (I love him, but he got injured)(My rule is, the second a player is injury prone - trade him so you don't lose value)

And I'd try to get at least 4-7 additional draft picks in the early rounds.....I think these players still have value.....They are all over 30+ or peaking out and teams are looking to fill their depth charts.

My biggest thing on the Draft is you draft playmakers....Its an absolute intangible statistic.

I was explaining to my friend and my brother....Today's NFL players at the age of 29/30 are not worth keeping.....When we were kids the players longevity was age 35 and then a decline.....

Today's NFL everyone is running nearly a 4.4 at this point which means the speed of the game is so fast....you can't matchup a 30 year old whose losing range and speed vs. fresh young men who are all running 4.4s.

But, the other reason why I'd trade these players is because the Buffalo Bills have proven this season they can compete with any team with their depth chart....I love Kincaid, Dodson, Spector, Bernard, Cam Lewis, Taylor Rapp....And I can dive in of why I love these guys...

But, mind you The Buffalo Bills have lost EVERY GAME by 7 points or less and their point differential is +100.....PLUS 100 AT A 6-6 record!!!!

My only criticism from this past draft is they didn't get a SS/LB hybrid and the Bills didn't get another DB....but, at the trade deadline they Picked up a DB (Rasul Douglass) who I love.

If the Bills do this, this off-season, we will be building a dynasty. A serious dynasty....

And I'm tired of hearing Buffalo Bills fans bash Josh Allen and bash Brandon Beane....It is sickening to me.....especially after Josh Allen has broken NFL history by being & claiming #1 for the most TDs in his 1st 6 seasons (NFL History)

Not only that, but Josh Allen; yes he is 0-6 in OT....but, he is top 5 in the NFL since entering the league for game winning comebacks.

I mean these fans have to stop.

My ultimate dream is to be a GM of an NFL team or NFL owner. One day, someone will recognize my football intellect. I consider my intelligence of a GM at a Theo Epstein or Bill Polian level.

That's why I went to school for Sports Management. To do that, not to be a ticket salesman in the stadium or marketer or writer.

#buffalo bills #wgrz #wkbw #news4buffalo #wgr550 #espn #nfl #nfl football #sirius xm #cbs #cbs sports #nbc #nbc sports #abc #abc sports #espn news #cnn #cnn news #onebillslive #bills #buffalo #buffalo news #msnbc #msnbc news #msnbc sports #nfl network #nfl news #college #professional #professional sports

[elliebear666]

Was none of it real?

Was it all a facade?

How could I have loved her so deeply, so wholly and entirely...? Doubt only occurring when I split, or became angry and had an outburst about something stupid.

Only for her to care so little?

I want to let go. But... I fucking can't. I cling to her desperately because she was everything. And I find other people that mean everything... but... as paradoxical as this may sound, it isn't the SAME everything.

Her everything was... autumn leaves and blue skies, followed torrential rain and thunder that shook the windows in their frames. Her everything was... dirt and pine leaves in the forest as we painted silly pictures among the trees, followed by stupid fights and jealousy and yelling.

I wanted her everything. The good and the bad. And my everything wasn't good enough. Not the deep, lasting bond of unending loyalty and love I offered. Not the poems and sweet words and passionate sex, all of them backed by a roaring fire of love and attraction and desire to make her happy.

But... I couldn't. My stupid, pathetic problems. My worthless shit. My inability to be a fucking decent person.

God I... I can't.

Please just... I want to stop caring. Please. I'm so tired of this.

I know I can't let go of words once they've been written. I was writing her into my future. An entire life. And because I was too pathetic, or unable to work, or too jealous and possessive, or needy, or emotional. I'm a crybaby, right?

Yeah. I am 😭🤧

But... all the intensity of the love I felt for you was so real. I didn't need anything from you but attention and time and love.

We could have had a relationship without sex and I would still have been madly, madly in love with her. Maybe because I needed bottom surgery. Maybe that would have changed things.

But... maybe she isn't into girls.

Maybe we weren't compatible. I just...

I couldn't have stayed Matthew for you. I'm not Matthew. I never was. But god fucking damn it I weighed my options. I've considered how I might have hid myself, just so we could have shared love.

But then... I would have been the only one giving true love.

If she ever loved Matthew... she didn't love me.

God fucking damn it. I'm so fucking sorry I'm sobbing I'm sorry I hate this. FUCK

I fucking hate you. I can't stop crying. I keep pushing thoughts of her down, trying to disown them. But I can't.

WHY DO I CARE!? FOR SOMEONE THAT I MEAN ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO!? THAT I HAVE BEEN JUST... IMPOSSIBLY AND MADLY IN LOVE WITH FOR YEARS WITHOUT END

It isn't a mere emptiness in her absence.

It is pure, red hot pain. I feel empty only because I cannot stand the ache of the burns.

I fear this pain will not end.

No more dramatic displays of "neverending torment."

The truth?

I was... I just...

I think I might always love her. Despite the abuse. The breadcrumbs.

I don't know what it was about this woman. But she ignited every cell in my body. Days may go by where I don't think about it. I'll bury it. Cover it up.

Set it on fire.

But somehow. Some fucking how, memories of her continue to haunt me like a hundred thousand spirits. Screaming at me for my failures and inability to provide for the needs of someone that seemed perpetually dissatisfied.

I would have loved her every waking and sleeping moment. Until the day I died.

But I was toxic and controlling and jealous. "I don't share." Just... I'm sorry.

Please be happy now. Please find contentment and peace and joy and love. Please.

If you do, I can at least celebrate that for you.

I couldn't see past my obsession and pain.

In the end... I just want you to be happy.

I hope you find that greener pasture.

Because mine is brown and dying.

I dream about her still. I see her in my dreams and I hear her voice.

The last one I had... all I remember was her telling me, "I don't love you."

I know. I know. But hurts so much. It kills me and I don't even want to wake up in the morning. I have tried to bury her under sex and relationships and flirtation and friends and anything. But the ghost of her still claws its way out of the grave and latches onto me, telling me how I was never good enough for her love.

I just wasn't good enough.

I've never been good enough.

Maybe I never will.

So... god? I know I never believed in you. Ever. I may have prayed to be a woman, prayed for the abuse to stop. Prayed desperately to be Sarah, the name I'd chosen as a teen.

But... please take her memory from me. Strike her from my thoughts so that I can live my life and find some semblance of happiness. Even if I always felt like something was missing, a piece of me that I couldn't put to words, not ever.

That would be preferable to my mind being inundated with heartbreaking memories of what I lost. Or perhaps what was never mine.

Please take her memory from me. Fucking please.

It's killing me. It is fucking killing me. Please take it away. Please.

I'll never ask for anything again. Just please take her out of my head. So that, even if I saw her on the street, I wouldn't recognize her and become crippled with agony and overwhelming feelings of guilt and loss and self-loathing.

Please take her away from me.

[weneedhelp]

i made this yesterday BUT you asked if we had ever been in love before so

here are the girls assigned as boys that could have broken me (there are about 4 boys - convenient - and i just assigned one thing they did/said/were like from each of them.

and i'm giving them taylor swift songs as code names

lilac

wildest dreams - everytime i succeeded in something, even the most mundane things like putting on sunscreen he used to boast about it and praise me for hours like it was ridiculous but also made me feel crazy good and people started telling me that my skin and shit looked unreal.

enchanted - pretended to start a fight with me just to make me smile and he was on the other side of the room with all his friends teasing the fuck out of the both of us.

august - had a sulk when we weren't anything because i called him 'buddy' and we weren't even dating or nothing. at least at that point.

lover - used to tease me because he caught me trying to compare hand sizes with him 'oh you can just ask to hold my hand you know?' and he never let me live it downnnnn and (his sister was one of my best friends at the time and when i went to see her...) he would say nothing except hold his palms up with mine and kind of giggle or say some shit like 'just in case you were thinking about it'.. grr

loki

wildest dreams - 'you're my favourite girl and i'm going to spoil the SHIT out of you'

enchanted - i accidentally made his lips bleed (not like that..he gave me a fright and i took a swing) but I freaked out and wiped it away and like i held his face and everything. but he was just staring at me babying him and the way he was staring at me....

august - said he wanted to pick me up and take care of me when i got home from this school trip to europe and i was super jet lagged and i brought him a jersey that did not fucking fit him btw so i kept it..

lover - he's super protective and angry and then he'll be super soft the next and the fact that he's so gentle with all the shit he and his siblings have been dealt with... it made so attracted to him and i've liked these type of men ever since.

esa

wildest dreams - he was like 'you're so fucking ifo' and i had no idea what it meant for the longest time and he would NOT tell me so i had to ask my COUSIN's friend because he just would not tell me and he kept saying it? what else was i supposed to do? (it means yummy)

enchanted - i accidentally punched him in the balls and the girls were like 'oooh he would've liked that' but he like leaned over me and was like 'you owe me' and then kind of shoulder nudged me with his shoulder before walking away.

august - he told me he liked making me shy because he liked how i reacted and everyday he tried to fluster me just because.

lover - brought me flowers and pizza because he didn't want me to settle for just anyone.

joy

wildest dreams - i had a little jealous moment over him and literally tried to assert my dominance in the comments (it worked btw) but there was a girl hitting on him and like he didn't entertain it at all. made my fucking pride soar. nevermind the fact we weren't dating but there were times where we were both a little too involved with each other.

enchanted - i used to train him for volleyball. train is a bit much but i was the only one he could play volleyball seriously with because i did it competitively and he was considering it as a summer sport.

august - the very first day i met him he told me he loved me and asked me if i loved him. his first message to me when he got my socials was 'niwa do you luff me?'

lover - so his youngest sister (i was friends with the middle child) is deaf and we were on facetime and he was signing and i was signing and we were having a lil argument over the 'correct' way of how to sign things (for context both australia and new zealand sign language derive from british sign language but of course there are differences, approach it like a dialect) and his sister who's about five/six going on 17 was rolling her eyes and telling us off.

and i couldn't help myself and assigned my kpop boys as ...saucy/spicy things that's shaped me so beware of that underneath the 'keep reading' below

minho - i was at a basketball game and this guy tripped while saving the ball and i was by the hoop and he like landed on me by grabbing onto me and help, he was breathing hard and his hands were like huge on my thighs.

yeonjun - i jumped on him and his hand was skimming along my thigh and i was like hyper fixated on it and he fucking knew i was too but he pretended nothing was happening.

hyunjin - this is fairly recent but my cousin's friend (a bit younger than me) is like kind of stone cold and whatever but he's a bit...subby. there's subby in there. so i tested it and like played with his throat and choked him. and i've got this thing about the contrast of skin colours and like how people blend in with each other and.... he had finger prints kind of..there for awhile after. I think about it every now and then.

sunwoo - i went out to the supermarket with my dad after volleyball practice and there was this guy with his friend, i can't even remember what he looked like but i remembered everything else, but like he looked at me and was not afraid to do so in front of my dad and that is the hottest thing i've ever seen. he didn't do anything inappropriate, he just stared at me and my dad was like '.. he was staring at you.' he gave me like butterflies.

haechan - really had a thing with oral and giving girls oral. thinks it's important. also had a thing for female orgasm. but anyway..without giving too much information, he told me 'THAT's an orgasm, I hope you don't doubt it.'

#niwa takeover 🍯

[aroaceacacia]

not to like... complain about the parkour warrior vs [insert other unpopular game(s) here] debate again. but yesterday some friends and I were chatting about mcc games and I realized something very very important: in MCC games, anyone can win and do well.

Official description for Parkour Warrior, transcript courtesy of the MC Championship wiki (emphasis mine):

Parkour Warrior is an ultimate test of parkour! There are a number of parkour courses that contain three challenging zones within them. Players try to reach as far as they can within the time limit. However, players checkpoint after completing each obstacle, and when you fall, you re-spawn at your last checkpoint. This is a test of parkour, not of speed!

Coins are awarded for completing a challenge for the first time, completing a zone for the first time and for finishing the entire course (good luck)!

Parkour Warrior attempted to challenge the players' parkour skills; it didn't want to see the players speedrun the map, but it also awarded coins to players upon completion

(The wiki lists the "goal" as "completion of the course", but because this is a secondary source, I'll include it as a side note. It's unclear if the Noxcrew actually wanted players to be able to finish the course, especially when its last few iterations included small changes intended to specifically trip up a few of the stronger parkour players and in theory slow them down).

in season 1, parkour warrior was played nine times

mcc 1 (best player: petezahhutt, stage 7-2)

mcc 2 (best players: petezahhutt and quig, stage 8-2)

mcc 4 (best players: petezahhutt and quig, stage 8-2)

mcc 5 (best player: petezahhutt and technoblade, stage 8-2)

mcc 6 (best player: petezahhutt, completed)

mcc 8 (best player: dream, completed)

mcc 9 (best players: seapeekay, quig, dream, captainsparklez, technoblade, fruitberries, sb737, stage 8-2)

mcc 10 (best player: dream, completed)

mcc 11 (best player: dream, completed)

a look at this information, specifically the players who were "best player" more than once:

- petezahhutt was in 8 of these MCCs, performed best in PKW 5 of those times (with 3 being ties), and completed the map once

- dream was in 4 of these MCCs, performed best in PKW all four of those times, and completed the map three times (with the fourth performance being a tie)

- quig tied for best player three times

- technoblade tied for best player twice

so all of this to say.

of the 93 unique players in the nine MCCs that included parkour warrior. This is how the winning/completion data breaks down.

in addition. with 360 opportunities to complete parkour warrior (40 x 9), only four times did it result in a map completion, meaning parkour warrior was only completed 1.11% of the time, and only by 2.2% of the total unique contestants.

I'm sure you can do FAR more thorough data than this, using transcripts to track the progress of each individual player to see how far they got and how likely an "average player" is to actually complete the course. this is all very very rough, but I think it demonstrates something important.

mcc is about having fun, and that's good. but I also think one of its strengths is the ability for any team to perform well; for teams to unexpectedly do really well together (blue 9), and for teams to unexpectedly do poorer than expected (cyan 11). part of that is the team, and the cooperative aspects - parkour warrior, despite not intending to be a race, was scored purely on individual completion (the same way ace race is; even tgttosawaf has team completion bonuses!). there was basically no way to help your team besides calling out changes if you were ahead, and there was a 90% chance you weren't good enough at parkour to ever be considered "best player" anyway. and that, combined with the relatively static PKW map, meant that over and over again we went into PKW knowing the outcome: Pete will win. Dream will win. And if you werent watching one of the very very few people who enjoyed it, or if you watched a player who struggles with parkour, because it was designed to be completed as little as possible, it meant that viewers and streamers had to struggle through 10 minutes of misery, stuck at the same choke points with no way to progress forward.

75% of the Parkour Warrior completions were the same player. Of the 360 opportunities for it to be completed, it was only ever finished 4 times. It was always unlikely that any player would be able to suddenly do well, unless they had done nothing but learn parkour during the time in between MCCs, because it relied entirely on their own individual skill.

Parkour Warrior was never a game, the way Parkour Tag is. It says so right in the description of the game from the Noxcrew, emphasis mine: "Parkour Warrior is an ultimate test of parkour skill! [...] This is a test of parkour, not of speed!"

tl;dr parkour warrior bad game very hard to do well at yada yada yada I did some number stats

#bearvocalizations #long post #mcc #no wonder players were so stressed by pkw. it was like taking an exam

[manjiropie]

do whatever is in your mind.

Young Mikey x Reader!

Warn! no warnings today! enjoy!

It's not often Mikey and I have a quarrel. We do bicker here and there, but that's what happens between friends, right?

I've joined Toman for almost a year now– although I've known Manjiro for much longer. I met him through Emma, who is a big friend of mine for as long as I can remember. She was there for me at times when I felt like there was no exit, no light. She's an extremely important part of my life– of me.

I've come to realize that I have been spending more and more time near Mikey, which is not bad, I do enjoy his presence. He may look tough and intimidating but he's just like a mochi: freezing cold on the outside but melting saccharine inside. Now that I'm a part of the gang and actually get to know and participate, I've gotten closer to him. Here and there Mikey invites me out.

"So, it's like a date?" I'd smirk suggestively at him.

"In your dreams." He'd try to hide his smile and he'd look away.

However, there are a few little habits he has that tend to send me on a rage trip. I get mad easily. Things will likely set on fire quickly. It's not that I want to, but my mother is not one of the most patient people in the world and she tells me to cool down. As if.

This last week was the cherry on top.

Mikey had crossed the line. He had pissed me off in every single way possible. He pretended not to listen to me while he was eating. He would answer me in a "oh, I don't really fucking care about what you're talking about!" way. He tripped while he was laughing hysterically at something Draken had said and his pink lemonade was all over my white shirt. He drew in an assignment that was due to the next day for my math class. He told me off for no reason at all in front of everyone in the last Toman's meeting... all of that wasn't on purpose. I am aware of how incredibly short his attention spam is when it comes to not so important affairs. But, fuck, couldn't he just be a little nicer to me? At least during last week where I was having sharp cramps in my fucking uterus? Yeah, maybe he didn't know that because I try not to be so obvious. But when he told us we'd be training last thursday I almost laid on the ground in fetal position and cried for hours. I didn't! I fought and then went home and cried.

Then, this Saturday– today –he invited me to his house to hang out. Emma was with a friend and his grandfather was out of town. When he called me to his house we never did much. We'd watch TV, hang out on the couch discussing stupid stuff, we'd be on our phones... nothing so wow. It was still fun, though.

I wasn't in the best mood to leave my comfy bed but I was way less in the mood to fight him off over the phone. So I slid out of the bed and dressed the first jeans I saw laying on the end of my bed and the oversized Nirvana shirt hanging off my chair (it's actually my dad's shirt, shhh).

~

I knocked twice on his bedroom's door.

"Come in." He yelled from inside. I open the door and he's laying on the bed, his head hanging off of it and his hair is almost touching the floor. His face lit up and he rolled over so he laid on his stomach. I walk over and sit down beside him.

"What's up with the frown?" I didn't notice I was frowning to be honest. Guess the bad mood followed me here.

I shrug.

"Ugh, don't tell me you're in a bad mood." He whines. "I called you here to chill and you're already angry. What's up?" He lays on his pillow and swings his legs to place them on my lap. I huff and shove them off, getting up.

"You've been treating me like shit the whole week and now you wanna chill?" I say, more calm than I thought.

"I did not treat you like shit this week? When do I treat you like shit?" His tone was one of disbelief and confusion.

"Ah, Mikey. Embarrassing me in front of the rest of gang; spilling your drink on my school shirt, which is now stained; ignoring me or answering like you're bored..." I list them off on my fingers. "I am the one who asks, what's up with you?! God, you're always being so unpredictable, which is good sometimes but not like this! Not to me!"

I flop down on the couch, starting to get tired of this whole thing. Knowing Mikey, I know that he'll not lay down again.

"So you're the only one allowed to have bad days now?" He sits on the edge of his bed and I turn my head around lazily, uninterested, bored, like him.

"You were laughing incredibly loud with Takemitchi and Draken friday."

"You can be so annoying sometimes."

"Oh, I'm the annoying one now?" I stand up.

"If you don't like my company, why did you even come in first place?" He also stands. We don't have much height difference, but he's hardly two inches taller than me.

His voice is calm, like always. Which makes me infuriated. "Fucking hell! Does it hurt for you to apologize!?" My sudden outburst takes him on surprise, and me, too.

"I already apologized, stop whining about it."

"I'm not whining–"

"If you weren't," he walks to his desk and sets a cup that was once beside his bed down. "You would've dropped this matter before."

"You don't give a damn about what I feel, do you, Mikey?"

"What?" He turns around, brows knit together.

"You heard me. You made me have a bad week and the least you could do is apologize, you dumbass!" I stomp to his direction.

"I already did! Why don't you–"

"Shut up or I'll punch you." I say, slightly looking up.

His eyebrows twitch and he slowly tilts his head to the side, like a puppy. "Or what.. ?"

"Are you fucking deaf?" I point to my ears.

He comes a little closer. "You're gonna do what if I don't shut up?"

"I'm going to punch you if you don't stop being a brat." I sneer at him. My blood boiling. The stress from this shitty past week overflowing in that moment.

"Oh, yeah?" I could feel his breath oh my nose.

"What? Are you doubting me? I would." I jerk up an eyebrow. I've never fought physically with him. But it's not like I can't.

"I'd like to see you try." His eyes flicker to my lips for a brief second and my breath fails, making me cough.

"What? Can't punch me?" He amuses.

"Fuck you."

Suddenly I feel an arm sneak around my waist and in a second I'm chest to chest with Mikey. My eyes widen– his were peaceful as ever, although superior.

"Do it." He says, looking down at me.

The way he's holding me is making my head spin. True, Mikey is cute...

"Do what?"

He laughs at my confused expression. "I don't know... what did you say you'd do to me?"

Ha ha.

His hold on me tightens.

"Do whatever is on your mind." He says.

My eyes roam free between his eyes and his soft pink lips. Do whatever is on your mind.

If he knew what was on my mind, would he still allow me to?

"Do it," he encourages me once again, "aren't you the 'oh so brave' one? Punch me, yell at me, do whatever you want to me."

Those words were the last push I needed. My hands find the soft skin of his neck, hidden by his long hair. I pull him close and lock our lips together. I feel him making a little sound, I don't know if it was surprise or relief.

If by just looking at it his lips seemed soft, actually touching it felt like kissing cotton candy or guessing cloud shapes.

He didn't pull back, in fact, he held me with both hands. I have no clue how he did that but it seemed as though all of my worries dissipated as we kissed.

My heart was beating so fast that it made my chest hurt. My head started to pound when I spent a little too long without air. I pull back from his lips and keep my gaze on them as I breathe heavily.

"Hm." He hums quietly, almost dreamily if you'd ask me.

I look up at his face and smile a bit, noticing how his cheeks are pink. I lift an eyebrow up as if asking what he was thinking. He shakes his head and then puts his right hand on my cheek, caressing it. He kisses me again. This time is slower. As though being present in the moment. As if it were just me and him and nothing else.

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