#yuna's 2h sleepover celebration

[yarrystyleeza]

Ok actually I didn't have to think long, lol.

What would your ideal first date with Mikey (aka our favorite Irish mob daddy) consist of??? 👀

I am really really REALLY sorry it took me (5) months to finish this piece, a lot of stuff was going on (my life was a complete mess, still tho). But since it's Valentine's day, I HAD to post something, and what's better than a date with Mikey for a Valentine's gift?

Something else I had to say, is that I had no idea how to write HCs—which is the vibe that I got from your ask (hehe), so, I improvised, and made up a whole story of what would your first date with Mikey would be (with a back story as well).

That being said, let's jump right into the act! And thank you, thank you, thank you, so much, for submitting this request and for your patience, please enjoy! 💖💖💖

It's Always Raining In Dublin (M.K)

Requested by @loveroftoomanyfandoms

Pairing and dynamic: Michael Kinsella x female!reader (reader is a bookshop owner), strangers to friends (?) to lovers

Prompt: fluff, first date goes wrong but then perfect, rain, rain, and more rain.

Word Count: 4.3k!

Writer's note: this was supposed to be finished back in September, which was five months ago, but I was struggling for a while with both a terrible writer's block and life and then BOOM I got the inspiration to finish it. Also, this is the very first time I ever write anything for Michael, so I'm a little nervous, I hope it's good enough though.

(I proofread this almost a thousand times WITH my bestie as well, so if there's anything wrong with the grammar and/or the lexical content, we were really exhausted and couldn't see shit—we're sorry T-T).

It was a rainy morning when you truly met him, it rained almost everyday in Dublin but that day was a core memory. You had just unlocked the door of your little bookshop and started to sort things out before your costumers arrive.

Usually, your first client doesn't show up before nine-thirty in the morning, which gives you spare time to dust off the shelves and pick up a big cup of coffee from the nearby coffeeshop down the street—in this never-ending autumn.

That morning was no different. It was pouring heavily but you're used to opening your shop on rainy days, it's always raining in Dublin anyway, and if you had to take each rainy day off—you'd end up with a couple of fingers on your hands as you count the days you worked on per year.

You were organizing the children's books section when you heard the sweet chime of the little bell hanging on your front door. It was barely eight and you happened to just finished your coffee and breakfast, getting ready to start your day. But it began earlier than you expected it to.

Your costumer was a man, you assumed he was in his early forties, maybe for the dark thick beard that covers most of his face. His face was strangely familiar to you, you just couldn't exactly remember when it was when you saw him.

But you're sure that this was the prettiest face of a man you've seen in a while. His greenish hazel brown eyes sparkled like a kaleidoscope with a hint of an exquisite permanent-sadness, and his flushed skin and dampened hair glistened due to the torrent outside.

You felt your breath stuck in your throat for a moment before you could clear it to speak.

"good morning, sir, how may I help ya today?" you faced him fully and your skirt swirled—following your motion with a swoosh in the air, you catch him glance down at it for a second before returning his eyes on you.

"I... The book ye suggested ta me the other day..." he starts gently and the memory comes back rushing immediately. You remember that warm tone, you had indeed met this gentleman before.

A week ago, he came over to your shop and you recall how lost he was in his search for the perfect book to read. And you, being a bookworm, and also the owner of this little corner bookshop— you had to help him. You gave him a suggestion for a book out of his box—out of his comfort readings.

And from the gentle look on his face, you suppose that he liked it.

"I'was grand," the man smiles softly and the corners of his eyes crinkle a little, you find yourself grinning back at him.

"Ye finished it quickly!" you commented in excitement and he looked a bit puzzled, a smile softly drawn on his lips with a little crease of confusion. It was adorable.

"I mean—I'm glad t'was grand that ya finished it quickly." He lipped a silent "oh" before his cheeks burn red as he smiled and his eyes almost disappeared.

"Are ya here for another book?" you asked when the silence fell on the place, raindrops kept knocking on the glass front nonstop, music to your ears with this handsome man smiling and radiating joy to your eyes.

"Ye can say that..." his voice was quiet but you can hear it in this downpour noise, he tilted his head to the side and shrugged, and it was impossible for you to not aw at it.

"How about we go with somethin' even newer for today?" you suggested, he nods to the side with a little smile, you walk and he follows you down the aisle.

"Romance or crime and mystery?" you stop at the novels sections, "pride and prejudice, I guess ya must've heard of it before," you pick the book off the shelf, he gently takes it from your hand and examines the cover thoroughly with his amber eyes, and he looked so interested.

"Or, we can go with Agatha Christie's illustrious murder on the orient express," you take the book and hand it to him, "or... Take a whole new genre and check Mary Shelley's horror Frankenstein? It's one of me favorites," you hand him the third book after strolling down the aisle a little more.

The man looked puzzled now, he seemed interested in each one of these books. But you patiently wait for him to speak.

"Have ya made up yer mind yet, sir?" you ask.

He shrugged with a sigh, raising his brows high, "they all look grand— can't lie t'ye," he answered.

"They are— but I can make ya an offer, I'll give ya the three books with the price of one and a half—and in return, ye're gonna write me a review of each book to add to me list of reviews and suggestions here on me wall," you tilt your head to the side, eyeing his beautiful features and almost forgetting you were waiting for his answer.

"Tha' seems grand ta me," he chuckled.

"I'm glad it is!" you walk him back to the cashier check, you get back behind your computer to scan the books and add in the discount.

"That'll be 18.46 after the discount," you lean against the wooden surface with your arms supporting you up.

He nods and hands you the money. "There ya go--" you're about to hand him the change. He shook his head, "no, keep tha change, miss..." he cuts you off gently, looking down at the little pin with your name on it.

You tell him your name to catch his eyes back up and he nods with a little smile, "Michael." he says, only taking the receipt and the paper bag of books.

He turns and makes his way to the front door, "Michael?" you loved the sound of his name rolling off your tongue. He stops and turns with a puzzled face, "thanks fer the tip," he smiles and you can see the blush on his face a mile away. He leaves and you watch him take a turn to the right before he disappeared under the northern downpour.

The next week, Michael shows up at your shop's door on a Saturday afternoon, a big smile drawn on his face. You were dealing with a little kid trying to choose a book, you turn to see him and he immediately waves at you, a little sweet grin splits the darkness of his thick beard. "Ya can take the book now, pet, momma's gonna send me the money later, 'kay?" The two of you watch the little kid waddle out of the shop.

"Sorry t' interrupt yer work," he says as he crossed the distance between you. You shake your head, "at all, Michael. How was yer read? Which book did ya read first?" you asked, leaning against the shelves.

He smiled wider when you said his name, almost startled to speak. "Um, the-- the mystery one, murder on the orient express," he answered.

"And did ya like it?" you ask him again with enthusiasm and butterflies crowding your lungs. He rubs the back of his neck with a sigh and an apologetic smile. "Ya don't seem like ya liked it, did ya?" you chuckled.

He scrunched his nose and tilts his head to the side, "the ending was unexpected at all ta be honest with ya," he shrugs.

You nodded and hummed to his answer, "Christie is never expected, that's why we love her," he nods back.

You notice the two paper cups of coffee he held in his hand when the smell of freshly baked-and-brewed coffee beans hits your nostrils. You were so confused why you never noticed it before, maybe you were distracted by Michael's presence as a whole, or his always-glistened ambers if you were specific. Michael notices the confused smile on your face. "I— thought I should bring ye coffee, as a thank ya."

Your smile grows with a blush as he hands you a cup, "thank ya, Michael, that's truly sweet of ya," you coo, his face blushes and shyly drops his eyes to the ground.

The sky thunders and you nearly jumped out of your place, both of you stare at the other and you burst out laughing. "Did that scare ya off, pet?" Michael asked with a worried smile, you kept giggling.

"Not really but... It was... Unexpected?" you answer after taking a deep breath.

"Like Christie?" he chuckled, you burst out laughing.

"Like Christie."

The weeks turned into months and Michael began to show up more and more often, and you eagerly waited every morning to see his shiny hazel eyes and his beautiful smile, one that you keep daydreaming about until he steps into your shop with two hot cups of coffee.

He turned from a regular client—to be a resident of this little bookshop. Michael started to stay in with you and help you organizing and monitoring the place—he would even help the little kids in choosing their books, too.

Once, you found him sitting on the oak floor, the little boys and girls gathered and sat around him, while he narrated a children's book. Your heart melted at the sight, and luckily that wouldn't be the last time.

The kids would come into your shop asking you if uncle Michael was there to read for them; Michael was now a part of your place, and you're happy to have someone like him to keep your company.

One evening —after three months of seeing each other daily— when the sky was cloudy and the sunset light was becoming less visible. The weather broadcast had warned about an upcoming rainstorm tonight—so you had to call it a night and leave.

You made sure everything was in the right place and order before you left. You put your autumn coat on and stuff your phone inside your purse. You take the keys out and you make your way towards the exit. Michael was waiting for you by the front door. Both of you get out of the shop and you turn to lock it up.

Michael calls your name gently in a tone barely louder than a whisper before you head on your way home and it makes your stomach churn in the most beautiful way.

You turn to look at him, he's shifting in his place, hands stuffed inside his leather jacket pockets and face all flustered and burning red. "Can I walk ye home tonight? It's a lil' darker than usual, I'd be worried 'bout ye, pet," he asks, voice so desperate. Your heart skips a beat—but it comes back pounding.

Your smile doesn't leave your face and it starts to hurt your cheeks. "Sure thing, Michael, I'd love to," you nodded, he grins and his eyes crinkle and his orbits shine.

The sky darkens but you could still see the perfect smile on Michael's face, little raindrops started sliding against your skins and it was a scene out of a painting, so magical and calm.

You make it to your place and you exchange goodbyes. You watched him walking down the concrete path and disappeared behind the brick wall.

You made your way to your doorstep, almost taking your keychain out when Michael calls out your name, you turn to face him, he's all soaked in water but his beautiful grin never left his face.

"Can I take ya out fer dinner tomorrow night?" your jaw dropped and your head screamed 'yes, yes, yes'.

"Yes! Yes, y'can, Michael!" you could barely make out his silhouette as your grin almost shut your eyes. He's almost jumping in his place, he sighs with a big smile.

"I'll pick ya up tomorrow at seven, is that grand fer ya, pet?" he shouts.

"Of course, Mikey!" you shouted back.

You walked into the warmth of your house soaked and giggly, you ran upstairs straight to your bedroom to plan an outfit, you didn't care about messing up the carpet, you'd deal with that later.

You quickly made up your mind about a floral day dress you had bought recently and you recall thinking of Michael while buying this dress.

You guess he's going to love it, he usually complimented you when you wore dresses and let your hair down and that's what you're going to do.

You took the next Sunday morning off as you started to prepare yourself for the date, pampering yourself with all the skin and hair care products you can find in your house.

You wanted to look perfect for him.

You felt overwhelmed with happiness, making up the scenarios of your evening. Where will he take you out? Is it a fancy restaurant or a local diner? What would he bring you? Flowers definitely, he's a flower-gifting man, as you realized, it was definitely his way of showing affection. He brought flowers every couple days for the shop.

Now it's nearing seven and you happened to just finished your look. You put on your dress and you fix your hair, adding a little floral accessory to the side of your braided bangs. You looked stunning, you hoped that you'd give the same impression to Michael.

The doorbell rings as you slipped into your heels, you look at your mirror for the very last time tonight before opening the door. He looked so fine though he wore his shirt and trousers casually with his leather jacket. You could kiss him already.

His eyes stayed fixed on yours for a brief moment before he exhaled with a stunned smile. "Y—ya look magical, pet," he breathed out and it made you turn completely red.

"I tried me best..." you shyly drive your eyes away and tuck a stray strand back behind your ear.

"Y'don' even have ta try, love, ye're always lookin' good," he shyly says and you could see his cheeks prickling red as he drove his eyes down to his shoes.

"I um... Brought ya these," he revealed a bouquet from behind his back, it was of red roses. It matched your dress perfectly. His head tilted to the side with a smile as he handed it to you.

"They're so wonderful, Mikey, loved them, thank ya," you take the bundle. "Ya look great too, Mikey, loved yer shirt," you had to compliment him, he deserved it.

His face reddened beneath his beard, "thanks, love."

"Ye're ready, aren't ya, love?" he asked with a smile.

"I am, let me get me purse and coat first—"

He shook his head, "take yer time, pet," he countered.

You turn behind the door and take your coat off the hanger. Sliding inside it, you take your purse, grab an umbrella and widen the little crevice of the door to pass outside.

Michael hesitantly held your hand but when he noticed how you instantly wrapped your palm around his—he intertwined his fingers with yours, with no plans on letting go.

You walked down to the main street where Michael tried to stop a taxi for the two of you. "We don't have to take it," you stopped him with a gentle hand on his back, he was a little confused, "I'd prefer walking with ya, Mikey," you explained yourself. A big smile breaks the darkness of his beard and you could swear he beams at you.

As you strolled down the concrete path, the sky thundered vigorously, the voice rumbled and echoed in the air, and it wasn't long before it started dropping tears upon the two of you.

You could see Michael's face turning dark, he cursed under his breath, you rubbed a pat onto his bicep, and pulled the umbrella over your heads, offering him a soft smile. He smiled back but you still felt how uneasy he was.

"It's okay, Mikey, I love walkin' in the rain," you comment, and that kinda eases the tension of his demeanor.

The walk is silent, and you could still feel him timid as you held his forearm, you know he can't control the weather, but you don't really mind if it's sunny or gloomy, as long as you are with Michael, it's all what matters to you.

The two of you made it to the restaurant, and Michael's face turned even darker. A sign on the glass door reads 'electricity outage, sorry for disturbing' was hung on the glass door. You turn to look at Michael, his eyes are glaring with fire.

The receptionist types something on his phone and sticks it to the glass, "it's coming back in a few minutes, we're working on the issue, we truly apologize for such occurrence... See, Mikey? We can wait a few more minutes," you smiled back at him, but Michael wasn't really buying it.

He gulped and closed his eyes, huffing out a stream of hot air. "It's okay, Mikey, we can go somewhere else if ya don' wanna wait..." you suggested.

He shook his head, "no, I booked us a table in there a week ago and I ain't takin' ya anywhere less than that!" he tried to remain calm but his tone was getting angrier, "I can't let this day go wrong like tha'!" he expressed, wiping his mouth and tugging onto his beard, something you noticed he does whenever he feels tensed.

You rubbed his bicep and squeezed it a little, your hand unconsciously walk up to his face and you scratch his thick beard. He smiles a little, but his eyes are glistened with tears like glass balls.

Things weren't going his way, for years and years, and today he wished he could finally do something he wanted. You didn't mind if you got the chance to dine at the restaurant or took your date home, what you only cared for was Michael's presence with you. But to him, it seemed like today too is going wrong and he has no clue how to fix it.

And you truly hated to see Michael angry or sad, he doesn't deserve to feel any of that. He's a sweetheart, he never put you down, so you have to keep him up.

"Have I told ya about the one time I almost died?" you ask him, and he clearly shifts demeanor to your question, you hide a smile waiting for his answer. Your ways might be effective after all.

He shook his head with knitted brows, you nodded and hummed. "Well, that day, I was picking up coffee from the shop I'm a regular for," you start, and you notice him directing all his being to you, "that day, me favorite waiter wasn't there to get me order, and another one got it," you leant onto the glass, after getting closer to him so the umbrella would cover the two of you better.

"But, when me order arrived, it was a wrong one, and I was really mad, I told the waiter to change it, but he couldn't, they can't give the drink to someone else and they're not allowed to throw it away," you got closer, and Michael was so integrated into the story.

"So I had to accept it, but I was still so angry at that, I wasn't seeing things clearly, and I was crossing the street and a car almost hit me!" you tell animatily, Michael was shocked.

"Ya didn't hurt yerself pet, did ya?" he was worried and you loved his face when he was.

You huffed a chuckle and shook your head, "I didn't hurt meself, and didn't spill me coffee either, and when I arrived to the bookshop and took a sip of it, I discovered that it was so much better than me regular order," you shrugged, Michael smiled but he wanted to know more, "and now it's me new regular."

Suddenly, the lights came back, as the night had already fallen. Michael's face lit up a little and you grinned to that. You walk into the place and the receptionist leads you to your table with plenty of apologies. Michael helps you into your seat and settles down his, released a breath he wasn't aware he was holding.

You reach out for his hand across the table, pulling him out of the cloud forming over his head. "It's okay, Mikey... We're inside now," you offer him a smile, he smiles back, you rub his knuckles with your thumb.

A waitress approaches your table with a note in hand, Michael took a deep breath and looked up at her. She asks for your dinner of choice. You look at Michael, informing him that you want him to order for the two of you, that you want what he wants.

"Two Seared Scallops with Pomegranate and Meyer Lemon," Michael answered after taking a glance at the menu then you. You nodded with a smile.

The waitress nods and takes her way back to the kitchen. Michael smiles at you, but his face drains of all blood when he sees the waitress approaching your table with an apologetic smile. "We truly apologize, sir and ma'am, but we're out of scallops and they won't be arriving today. Ye're gonna have ta change yer order," she tries to break the news as gentle as possible.

Michael is frustrated, his thick brows are firmly knitted over his gentle eyes, you caught them lose their shine, and you had to do something about it.

"It's fine, we can have steak, mashed potatoes, and wine, right Michael?" you had to give him a choice too. He looks up at you, you tilt your head to the side with a soft smile. He nods.

"Alright, two steaks... How d'ya like yer steak, ma'am?" the waitress asks. "Medium well," she nods to your answer and turns to look at Michael.

"And how d'ya like yer steak, sir?" you sneak your hand and place it on his, sending a supportive smile his way. He respires, "same as hers." he answers.

The waitress nods and walks back to the kitchen once again. You turn to face Michael, "I wouldn't mind if we never ate here, I just enjoy sitting with ya, Mikey," you hold his hand, he almost sobs, you reach out for his other hand, now fondling both of them. "It's you Michael, I ain't here fer the fancy dinner or the expensive wine, I'm here fer ya Mikey baby."

He finally smiles. "Thank you, pet," he whispers. You shake your head, "t's notin', Mikey."

Another waiter arrives with a tray of wine and globular glasses. The waiter pours your glass first and turns to pour Michael's—when he accidentally smacks your glass and he spills it onto your dress.

You hiss at the sudden cold wetness, trying your best not to curse or cry—because you too feel the world isn't working its best way with you today.

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath and trying to stop the tears from forming.

The waiter keeps apologizing, and you already know how Michael's reaction might be without even opening your eyes and looking at him.

But you can't let this day go bad, you still have a chance to fix it, you can make it 100% better with your reaction, you can stop the chain of bad occurrences.

You open your eyes and look up at the waiter, "it's alright I... I just need a towel..." he rushes back to the kitchen. You grabbed a napkin off the table and tried to absorb the wine spilled on your dress.

"Tha' fuckin' idiot..." Michael curses.

You chuckle, "it's okay, Mikey, me dress is red, it won't change notin', I'll be fine."

Once you made sure most of the dampness was gone, you readjusted yourself in front of Michael, wearing a beaming smile on your pretty face.

His eyes fondly meet yours and you're flustered, looking down at the silverware displayed on the table.

"How are ya like tha'?" Michael asked, resting his cheek in his palm. You looked up at him, and he's got the sweetest smile you've ever seen him doing. His eyes beautifully sparkled to the golden lights of the candles.

"Like what?" you answer with a question. He gestures at you with his chin.

"How're ya such a beam of light?" you turn red at his question, "how are ya, after all tha', still smilin' and tryin' ta make it work?"

"Well," you swallowed with a smile, "bad things won't stop happenin' t'ya, Mikey love, that's somethin' ya should keep in mind, but they can't stop ya from looking at the bright side of it all." Michael furrowed in participation.

"Y'know? I'll never get a chance ta make that day perfect more than it is now," you simply say, "and if I would get a chance ta fix anythin', I wouldn't, because it's already going perfect f'me."

The two of you spend the rest of the evening on nibbling and chattering. Your dress was now cold and sticking to your thighs but you didn't mind, the food turned stale and cold but you didn't care; as long as it was Michael with you, you didn't mind anything else in the world.

Michael pays for the dinner and accompanies you to the exit. The two of you look outside, the rain is heavily pouring over the city, and it's loud enough you could hear it from behind the glass door.

You turn to look at him, he smiles and nods, pushing the door and escorting you with an arm wrapping you to his side.

You step into the street under the rain and you're immediately showered. You snicker, holding Michael's hand and looking at him, your eyes asking him to join you. Michael giggles as he follows you, now holding the two of your hands softly as the skies decanted its whole heart on the two of you.

"Y'know ya can't wait for the rain ta stop. It's always raining in Dublin anyway, Mikey." you whisper, he smiles and cradles your cheeks and he pulls you into a kiss, warming your hearts under the cold downpour.

Likes and reblogs are appreciated, thank you for coming to my sleepover celebration! 💞💞💞

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The moment I've been waiting for has finally come! As I indicated in the headline, I've reached 200 followers here on Tumblr, thank you all so much, this truly means a lot to me, also thank you for the feedback I always got on my works and even my random shitposts! <3

and to celebrate this very important and remarkable life event— I had planned a sleepover celebration which consists of games, questions, asks, and of course, requests! <3

The sleepover will be a week long, from September 15th till the 21st of the same month where you can submit asks and requests!

As for games, I have a list of them!

Kiss/Marry/Kill: you give me three characters and I will sort each one in one of these categories! (make it hard for me)

This or That: you give me two things/characters and I get to choose one that suits me better! (for example: night owl or early bird?)

make an assumption: you literally make an assumption about me and I either prove it or deny it!

never have I ever: you ask me about things I did or didn't do!

exchanged ships: you basically give me a character that you find as my significant other, and I will give you a character in exchange and why I think it's the perfect character for you!

Q&A: you can ask me about anything, whether it's my favorite food or even what fabrics do I prefer to wear, ask whatever you want!

Girly talks: just talk to me about any girly topic you want and we'll establish a good conversation! Let's talk about books or authors, favorite poetry pieces, maybe movies we loved in our childhood, or even your favorite outfits back when you were a 10 year old! Literally anything!

Rate my music taste: give me a song/artist and I will rate it from 1 (absolute flop) to 10 (total banger)! — (this is absolutely done just for fun).

I wanna write you a song: start with a phrase and we will make a totally original song together in the reblogs!

Note on prohibited things that I won't be doing or answering:

No nsfw/dirty asks, writing requests or questions, it's uncomfortable for me, and it's an all-ages-friendly celebration. No further elaboration, please respect this. <3

AND FINALLY, THE REQUESTS!

As for writing requests, I will be taking fluff/angst/violence (blood and gore—due to the nature of the characters I write for) x female!reader requests only. And of course you can request the prompt you desire. <3

As for the characters, here's a list of the fictional men that I would be writing for:

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Tristan Thorn

Michael Kinsella

Daryl Dixon

(might consider writing for other Charlie Cox/Norman Reedus characters. example: Ian Hamilton, Henry the vampire, Scud, Murphy MacManus, etc.)

You can ask for prompt included in this list or ones you come up with yourself:

Intimate moments

Gestures that make me feel love

Romantic rainy day prompts

gentle things that makes me fall harder in love

fluffy comforting/sick dialogue prompts

lighthearted first kiss scenarios

Sparring prompts

Forced proximity prompts

Date prompts masterpost

Note that I will be tagging the fic requests with #yuna's 2h sleepover celebration so that they're all sorted there, but they will be sorted in my main masterlist as regular requests! <3

tagging my moots to spread the word sorry for being a little too annoying hehe (and I tried to tag as much as possible but my memory is messing around with me I'm sorry if I forgot anyone) @v4leoftears @remonemo @fizanotfeeza @netflixmatt @bellaxgiornata @farfromstrange @itwasthereaminuteago @loveroftoomanyfandoms @little-miss-dilf-lover @tongueofcat @mattmurdockscox @courtforshort15 @chvoswxtch @mattmurdocksscars @kal-0n @murc0ck @babygrlmurdock @galaxies-and-moons-and-cox @acharliecoxedfan @mindidjarin @she-likesorchids @munsonownsmyass @saintmurd0ck @murdocklorian @abbyhaslongshorts @theradioactivespidergwen @softasawhisper @peterman-spideyparker @mattmurdocksstarlight @netflixmatt-main

That's basically everything I have for my first sleepover celebration, feel free to submit your requests and games anytime! Thank you for coming to my sleepover tonight! <3

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[yarrystyleeza]

I'll be reaching 200 followers soon and I'd love to make a statement that I'm going to host a sleep over celebration!

There will be games, requests and other fun stuff!

#Yomna's diary #200 followers #Yuna's 2h sleepover celebration

[yarrystyleeza]

congrats on 200 my dear, i'm so proud of you 🩷

this or that: if you could only choose one for the rest of your life, would you choose your writing or your art?

- @mindidjarin

Oh my GOD MINDI MY LOVE I MISSED YOU SO MUCH BESTIE THANK YOU FOR FINDING TIME TO SEND ME THIS ASK I LOVE YOU AND YOU'RE TRULY MISSED HERE MY DEAR 😭💞💞💞

This or That

Writing or art... For the rest of my life?

This is a very difficult question, because these two things are not just my hobbies, they are a part of my personality, like a trait to be exact.

The choice is hard but, I've been making art way more than writing so... I guess I would stick to that very old trait of mine. I will choose art.

(or maybe I will find a legal loophole in your question and say that "writing is a form of art" so if I chose art I will be able to choose every form of art hehe 🤭😆😆)

Thank you so much for sending this my dear, I personally miss you so much (really really really wishing DD:BA gets miraculously released soon so you would come back here 🥺💞💞💞)

#yuna's 2h sleepover celebration #Yuna's sleepover #Yomna's ask box #yarrystyleeza #MINDI I MISSED YOU SO MUCH 😭💞

[yarrystyleeza]

Idk how the games thingy works, bc I'm still figuring out Tumblr 🤡 but I think I submit it here 🤔.

EXCHANGED SHIPS, SO I SHIP YOU WITH MIKEY KINSELLY~ I feel like bro would calm tf down with the right dosage of Yuna 😔🤚💕

You just drop the game and the thing involved I guess lmao yes here is where we submit asks and requests hehe 😂💞

EXCHANGED SHIPS!!!

Mikey, HOLY SHIT MIKEY, MIKEY UGHHHHGHGHGH MY BELOVED IRISH MOB DADDY AAAAAAAAAAAAAA *mouth foaming* *screaming* *gunshot sounds* *car crashing* *babies crying* *ambulance sirens*

I love him so so so much honestly, he's literally the father of my children (more than Matt which is crazy)

I mean look at himmmmm he's so father coded + he truly needs some comfort in his life and I'm pretty sure I could take this responsibility, comforting people is my duty in life and I'm dedicated. Yuna can and will make Mikey happy again! 🥺💞💞💞

And in exchange I'll give you...

Matt Murdock! <3

Not just because he's your favorite boy, but because this wet dog of a man needs a little reason and understanding in his life, someone who would listen to him, not judge him and his very odd actions, and truly understands him. None of his love interests actually succeeded in this, Elektra only embraced the daredevil side of him and on the contrary Karen only embraced the Matt side, no one fully embraced and understood this man for who he is as a whole, as a lawyer, as a vigilante, as both hero and a regular man. And damn, that deep conversation I had with you weeks ago, I really see how you would embrace that man as a whole. 🥺💞

Thank you for dropping this exchange Fiza my darling, expecting you more in my ask box! 🤭💞

#Yuna's 2h sleepover celebration #Yuna's sleepover #Yomna's ask box #yarrystyleeza #games #Exchanged ships #matt murdock #michael kinsella

[yarrystyleeza]

I was so happy about the sleepover, it went very well and better than I thought! Thank you all so much for this, I appreciate you! <3

Also, I'm still working on the requests you sent me, I managed to finish one but just having a whacky internet connection these days so I won't be able to publish it yet, still waiting for a strong connection T-T

Thank you so much for joining me in my sleepover, I love you all so much, have a good night! <3

#yuna's 2h sleepover celebration #yuna's sleepover #yarrystyleeza #Yomna's diaries #Sleepover celebration #sleepover #thank you

[yarrystyleeza]

Happy 200 Sleepover Celebration! Kiss Marry Yeet: Matt Murdock, Tristan Thorne, or Michael Kinsella. This or That: Breakfast or Dinner? Comfort Movie or Comfort TV show? Milk to Dark chocolate? Reading or Writing? Girly talk: Tell me about your favorite childhood toys, accesories,books, etc you wish you still owned. Rate This Music: Melt by Shaed

Thank you so much my dear, I loved the colorful header so much 😆💞💞💞

KISS MARRY YEET

Oh my god this is so phucking hard, I'm cryinggg 😭😭😭

I would kiss Tristan, he's just so tiny and cute, I just can't imagine anything bad happening to him he's such a baby 😭😭😭

I would Marry Michael, I can't even express how much I want him to wife me, he's the perfect man. 😩💞

And unfortunately, I will have to YEET Matt (don't yeet me please I can explain 🤣🤣🤣). Matt can survive this, he almost died twice before (s1 and defenders), I'm pretty sure he could survive me yeeting him. 😬

I love you Matt I'm so sorry 😭😭😭😭😭

This or That

Breakfast or dinner:

Basically dinner, it has more tasty options LIKE CHIMKENNN

Comfort movie or comfort TV show:

It kinda depends on how much time I have, but I would go for comfort movie here.

Milk or dark chocolate:

I'd go with milk chocolate, it's softer and is something in my comfort zone, I eat dark chocolate for fun.

Reading or writing:

Reading in general is easier for me, but writing is my hobby, so... I guess I'm choosing writing this time

Girly talk

Things I wish I still owned:

This actually reminded me of a little Pikachu rubber Keychain I had when I was 4, unfortunately I lost it back in middle school, I cried a lot that day 😂😭😭

Another thing is the top part of my One Direction merch pj's that I lost on vacation 7 years ago, I LITERALLY LOST THE TOP WHICH HAD ALL 1D BOYS FACES IN PINK HEARTS LIKE UGHHHHGHGHGH. I'm still so mad about losing it, it was Hella expensive and also a gift from my mom, I still think it was stolen idk I have trust issues 😂

I had a little rubber ball when I was seven, it jumped in the toilet 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 very terrible fate

Also I had a transparent blue horse toy, it would literally shine in the light, I lost it in my grandparents house, it was never seen again, like it had vanished into thin air.

MY DAREDEVIL PIN, IT WAS ONLY 6 MONTHS OLD, AND MY FRIEND PAINTED IT FOR ME. I was coming back home from a very exhausting shopping day for my sister's wedding, and it was pinned on my denim jacket, and suddenly it wasn't there. 😭😭😭😭😭

I just went down a memory lane and that was a hell of a ride 🤣💞

Rate this music

Melt by SHAED

I listened to the song last night, it's actually good, her voice is really good, but the type of beat is not really my type of music so I would give it a solid 8/10. Would listen to it again surely.

Thank you for coming to my sleepover, you're one of my favorites 🥰🥰🥰

#yuna's 2h sleepover celebration #Yuna's sleepover #Yomna's ask box #yarrystyleeza #matt murdock #tristan thorn #michael kinsella

[yarrystyleeza]

Happy sleepover🥰

Rate my music taste,

Muse, and Arctic Monkeys

Happy sleepover to you too, Daniella! 🥰

Rate my music taste

Muse:

The music, oh my god, I loved it, I just listened to one of their songs "uprising", it's so great. The lyrics and the music is perfection! Would love to listen to them again, probably will add the song to my playlist, 9/10! ✨✨✨

Arctic Monkeys:

Have I mentioned before that I am a fan of arctic monkeys? I LOVE THEIR MUSIC!!! The lyrics, the music, Alex's voice, it's a combination made in heaven! Of course a 10/10! What's your favorite song of theirs? Mine is 505 my goodness! 😩💞💞💞

Thank you for coming over to my sleepover! 🥰🥰🥰

#yuna's 2h sleepover celebration #Yuna's sleepover #Yomna's ask box #yarrystyleeza #Rate my music taste

[yarrystyleeza]

Exchanged ship! I ship you with Tristan Thorn because of course I do! Who else would it be?! You are the most sweetest kindest person just like him and I think you’d be perfect together and live happily somewhere far away in the middle of nowhere. I also think like him you’ve got an element of surprise about you and there is more to you then meets the eye! Layers!

Exchanged Ships

Tristan Thorn my beloved! And oh my god I'm melting this was so lovely of you my dear, I'm so happy that I managed to send all these good rays 🥺💞💞💞 and true I will take this baby boy and go live in a remote area in the woods where we spend our lives baking cakes and making flower crowns and sword fighting 🥺💞💞💞

I think you're right about that, I have an element of surprise that comes out in emergency situations 😂😂😂 my true self rise and shine, my motherly instinct and protectiveness would blast anytime 😂😂😂😂😂

And in exchange, I will give you...

Owen Sleater

Alright, alright, hear me out! 🤣🤣🤣 This man, thisssss man damn— when he wants something, he gets it, he doesn't really care about the outcome (which wasn't quite good for him but yeah he saw it coming 🤣😭😭) besides, this man is so freaking hot how can I even describe it, I'm sweating rn 😩💞💞💞 and bestie, I think you deserve a man that would walk the fire for you, and he would walk through hell for his girl ☝🏻😩💞💞💞

Thank you for coming to my sleepover, galaxy, you made my day with your ask! 🥰🥰🥰 Take this hug from me because you deserve all the love, bestie! 🥺💞💞💞

#yuna's 2h sleepover celebration #Yuna's sleepover #Yomna's ask box #yarrystyleeza #Exchanged ships #Tristan Thorn #Owen Sleater

[yarrystyleeza]

My brain is almost bursting as I'm writing three fics for three different fictional men at the same time

#yuna's 2h sleepover celebration #Yuna's sleepover #Yomna's diary #yarrystyleeza #I'm going crazy #but it's worth it #tristan thorn #michael kinsella #Daryl Dixon #One is gonna be out soon! #I just don't remember which one is it #hehehe #i'm dying

[yarrystyleeza]

Congrats of 200 followers!!! 🎉 So proud of you!!

Now for the sleepover, let's play kiss, marry, kill!

Kiss, marry kill...

Matt Murdock, Tristan Thorne, and Michelle Kinsella

Thank you Abby my love 😩💞💞💞

Kiss Marry Kill

Oh my god, why 😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣🤣

I would Kiss Tristan, he's just a baby, I can't imagine him being hurt, he's a lil puppy princess

I would stick to my choice, I would Marry Michael, Mikey my beloved, he's just so daddy father coded, like I would pretty much have a dozen of children from this man. 🤣

His parenting skills are just loving his children and seeking the best for them 🥺 (him doing 😃👍🏻✨✨✨)

Which leads us to me yeeting Matt for the second time today 🤣🤣🤣 I am so sorry Matty, but you I'm sure you will forgive me 😭😭😭 and there's a high chance he will survive this death 😭😭😭

Matty my puppy I love you, you can survive this I believe in you 😭👍🏻

Thank you for coming to my sleepover 🥰🥰🥰

#yuna's 2h sleepover celebration #Yuna's sleepover #Yomna's ask box #yarrystyleeza #kiss marry kill #matt murdock #michael kinsella #tristan thorn

[yarrystyleeza]

Girly Talks

Did you use to collect Barbie dolls?

If so, how did your favorite one look like?

Well, I had a couple of barbie dolls throughout my life, but my favorite is certainly Fulla (I bought it the same year they stopped the production of the doll, it was the last edition, which is more than 10 years ago).

Fulla is basically the Arabian version of barbie, she's got long black hair and wheaty skintone, big brown eyes, she reminded me of myself, and that's why she's my favorite girl! 🥺💞💞💞

Unfortunately, my little sister broke her neck and I had to keep the doll in my memory box. I check on her from time to time. 😩💞

I had a couple of other barbies, one was a brunette with a pink strand in her hair, another had white hair. I had like 5 barbie dolls or something but mostly they ended up with no legs. 🤣🤣🤣

#Yuna's 2h sleepover celebration #Yuna's sleepover #yarrystyleeza #Yomna's ask box #Fulla my beloved doll #barbie

[yarrystyleeza]

Happy 2h !!!

Rate my music

Forget her- Jeff Buckley

My love mine all mine - mitski

-🪲

Thank you nonnie 🥰

Rate my music taste

Jeff Buckley - Forget Her

The lyrics are good, I liked it, the music is good but it's not really my type of music, I'd give it a 7/10!

mitski - my love mine all mine

Generally, I love mitski's music! And I listened to this song once it dropped two days ago (it was featured here on Tumblr). The lyrics, the calm music, her voice, it's all a great combination, 10/10, chef's kiss!

Thank you so much for joining me in my sleepover tonight, nonnie! 🥰

#yuna's 2h sleepover celebration #Yuna's sleepover #Yomna's ask box #yarrystyleeza #Rate my music taste

[yarrystyleeza]

This or that

Pineapple on pizza or no?

This or That

Pineapple on pizza or not?

Not gonna lie to you I never tried it before 🤣🤣🤣 but I don't think it's that terrible, but not my choice of pizza topping. But yeah I'd like to try it 🤣☝🏻

#yuna's 2h sleepover celebration #Yuna's sleepover #Yomna's ask box #yarrystyleeza #pineapple on pizza

[yarrystyleeza]

ALSO: "girly talks" if you could have any superpower, what would it be?

Girly talks

The superpowers I wished to have:

When I was a child I've always wanted to fly like Wendy and Peter Pan, I was so obsessed with the movie and the idea of flying whenever and wherever I want was truly fascinating to me.

But as I grew up and started to realize what life is and how difficult thing might be, that thought was slowly replaced with the ability to go back in time because, life didn't treat me well and I took a lot of wrong decisions (I know I was a kid but it still guilts me sometimes) —and I would love to go back in time and change it. I don't know what may happen then but at least I'll get to know if my decisions were truly wrong or was I saved from a terrible fate.

The super senses sounds cool too, being able to feel someone is lying by the sound of their heart beat is crazy and I love it. Not me bringing Matt in this case

Talking to the dead or what they call séance is a great ability too. I miss my grandparents and I would love to talk to them after all this time, maybe they would've gave me some advice on how to deal with this world, they were so kind and loving, I miss them so much. ❤️

Thank you for the questions bunny! 🥰🥰🥰

#yuna's 2h sleepover celebration #Yuna's sleepover #Yomna's ask box #yarrystyleeza #I guess speaking with the dead would also solve a lot of problems in the world

[yarrystyleeza]

hi friend! first of all, congrats on 200! and second of all, for the celebration i choose "girly talks" with a bit of a weird question: what are three things you want most right now? in life, or in this moment <3 —bun :D

Thank you so much bun! I was looking forward for your messages and here they are! 😆💞💞💞

Girly talks

three things that I want most right now or in life generally:

I guess I would start with the basic girly thing which is love. I know I have my family and my friends and this is so much love but... I'm seeking romance in my life, I'm a very passionate being, and unfortunately in my one and only relationship I got so broken and freshly going through a break up and I'm still trying to recover— but I will always seek love, it's what us humans were built to do. <3

Secondly, I would say money. Damn, I am financially suffering rn, I want to fulfill my needs but my pockets say no lmao 😭 and we're in the 21st century, money is a basic human need!

Last but not least, I'm seeking comfort and safety. I've always been an unstable person, whether emotionally or physically, I've always felt so alone despite being surrounded and loved by my family and friends, it was never good, truly bad. I'm a chaotic person seeking order all the time. Also, having to live in a rented house with no stable contract is one of the most uncomfortable things a person could ever experience, it's literally living a horrible nightmare on replay. And hell, I truly wish I felt more stable, whether in my emotions or my physical being.

Thank you so much for joining me in my sleepover, bunny, sending you bunny kisses on your cheemks 🥰

#yuna's 2h sleepover celebration #Yuna's sleepover #Yomna's ask box #yarrystyleeza #That was a very deep question I love it