#Two amazing languages... I don't speak. But had a great time listening to and taking calls with interpreter and all.

[queenoftsage]

The only interesting thing I have gone through...

in my boring AF job was the phone calls I took yesterday [all in Portuguese. Granted... The lady was pissed AF and with all her entity given right.], and the one I took today in Hmong.

Of course, both times I had to get the translation services team on deck with me to complete the calls.

Those are the only times I am wide awake during my job. lol. When something interesting happens and I don't have to listen to a million iterations of the Spanish language, or one or two randomly lost English speaking customers... Oh sorry we call them 'MeMbErS' ... bitch.. they're customers. STFU.

Also, I haven't taken English calls in a while. I feel I am forgetting the way to answer those. XD

But yeah, those were the only two phone calls in the entire time I've been in this shitty job where I was like. *gasp* OOOOOOOOOOoh listen to this language I don't speak, it's amazing! People talk! in other languages! And I'm here all stupid only speaking Spanish and English. tsk.

[miabbh]

I watched to 𝕃𝕆ℕ𝕊𝔻𝔸𝕃𝔼𝕀𝕋𝔼 [ 𝓭𝓸𝓽 ]

and I feel like talking about that experience!

pls notice that it does has spoilers !!!!

last 24th january, i went to watch the only session that existed in my local cinema (and there was only two more places with one single session too).

honestly, i can't express enough how surprisized but happy i was when i saw it on instagram! i had just woke up jsksjwsks and then i bought a picket real quick cus i thought- 'the room's gonna be full and i'll only get a little place in the corner from a shittie angle and imma cry!"

.....well...

silly me got a pretty outfit and used my most loved accessory: a photocard! i use it daily, so nothing new. but something new: three girls using one too!!!!! first eris i saw in real life (didn't befriend them cus.... hm no)

anyway, we went in!!!!!

the room was not even half full 😭😭😭 idk how this happened, but we were only a few!!???? it was kinda great cus the room was silent (i went to bts film years ago and it was the worse experience ever) but at the same time i was like- "only us here for bubba???!!!"

anyway, i moved from my seat to a free in the first rows so i kept my eye on him for super close!!

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no words are meaningfull enough to express the sensation of listening to him like this—his soft voice as he gets ready to walk into the stage—to see him like this—the intense look of those who are ready but inevitably nervous too. i felt it in my heart, and for a moment i felt all the admiration i have for him weighing on me.

well, i was in the verge of tears already but the thing that really got me close to tear was how well you can hear him singing. it is contrasting to everything else, from the instrumental to the background vocals, you know when it's him. i closed my eyes. for a moment, i was there, listening to him so close and clearly because he was right in front of me. i felt like i was ascending djsjsjsk

no need to say that those first songs (the first songs from the show, except Playboy that went to the credits) are extremely powerful and you CAN FEEL IT!!!!! for real, you can feel it so damn well!

silly (not so silly) me took notes and the thing is: "bedroom eyes". don't mind me, but i kinda was really seduced for a moment????? i blushed so hard you have no idea djahssj

after enjoying the little show, he finally spoke to us again: eyes on the camera, a bit nervous at first. it was such an honest talk (all the bits of this talking along the film were) and the translation team did an amazing job! we all know that baekhyun uses informal language to speak with us, and the fcking amazing team took it in hands the best way possible—using terms that it is not common to hear outside a casual conversation! it was so good, to surpass this linguistic barrier and really feel so close to him and get what he means the way the fans that know korean get.

it was the sweetest thing, yeah, but also my heart was tight most of the time. during the whole conversation, bubba expressed how nervous and scared he was of doing something wrong or not being good enough for us. i teared again (but only cried for real at home), cus there must be a way to make him understand that we love him and the mistakes are natural, and it won't make us stop like him.... i wish i knew how, but again, it's also natural to feel this way and it only proves how much he loves us and his job.

something that's still in my mind is when he says he thought to himself before getting on stage something that could be translated to english as "don't screw up". in portuguese it was the most iconic "não faças porcaria" i ever heard and i laughed then and im laughing now!

it was beautiful and mesmerizing to have glimpse of what it would be like to be in a show, as he takes the stage and shines with perfection and a charming professionalism. the day this show took place, i was also crossing the country to dance to an audience where i feel it was my biggest achievement—a folklore festival. on that day, me too i had the same thoughts, but less contained djshsjjs "please don't do shit! please don't miss the tempo and please fucking smile!"

some other translations that completly connected me with bubba cus you truly could feel his personality in it were: 1) during the encore, after dancing get you alone and on his way back to backstage to get ready, he said that "nem sequer preciso de aquecer", meaning he had already done the physical preparation to the show. 2) during privacy, he was on the right side of the stage and then he cutely turned to the left side and said "Deixem-me ir para aqui ☺️😄" (let me go here)

ah guys, my heart melted so much........ (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) I didn't want it to end up never!!!!!!!!!!

after amusement park, after that kiss i think the whole room sent back to the screen, he said "não deviam esforçar-se mais um bocado?" (meaning, shouldn't you try a little harder?) in that playfull teasing way he uses and- 😩😩😩 i fell for him harder

unfortunately there was no "WE ARE-" "ONE!", "EXO!" "SARANGHAJA!", "BAEKHYUN DO-" "SARANGHAJAAAAAAA"

but we had the biggest "ANNYEONGGGGGGGG" of all times!!!

then, bubba talked about how happy he was for this past year, and that he would be working even harder this year, to be with us all. he also said that he surpassed a fear that he had: to perform solo concerts with good quality, with a strong presence on stage, with dynamism and that could captivate the audience from beginning to end. and he did it on this last one, the last of the first!

that touched me deeply. on the day the show happened, the same day i had that festival, i also i won over a fear—to dance the most difficult dance of our group, from beginning to end. it wasn't perfect, i stumbled a few times, but on that night none of it mattered.

i like to think that when you love someone so deeply you connect with each other. maybe we were both vibrating in the same energy?

final notes:

i was quite surprised that we were so few, possibly less than thirty people in that room. but at the end, when playboy started playing with the credits, we all stopped from getting up and stared at the screen like- WAAA 😮😮✨✨ djajsjjsjsks

i absolutely loved the way this voice is so stable and contrasting, how you could hear him panting after dancing with such happiness and energy! the talk? it was a balm for my heart and soul, and i was never this sure i look up to the best person in the world.

𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧'𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬, 𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬' 𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧 ♥️ 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞

[avochele]

I don't understand but I love you.

Request: TNX's reaction to you speaking in your native language - @dangerousmoonkitten

Pairing: TNX x gn!reader

Warning: none (please tell me if there are any, so I can add them)

Tags: fluff

note: i'm sorry for letting you guys wait for so long for an update. i'm in my finals right now and didn't really feel motivated to write. i hope you like it and don't always take life too seriously you guys.

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Taehun

The both of you are invited to your cousins birthday. So it was no surprise that at some point you started speaking in your native language with your family. Taehun was amazed by the speed with what you started translating for him. At one point he stopped listening to your translations by how much he was admiring you. You teased him about it later.

Kyungjun

You were talking to one of your friends over the phone, when he heard you. He was confused at first because he didn't know if you were speaking in english or in your native language. You were in fact speaking both. You were sitting in the kitchen while he was laying on the couch with his laptop in front of him. So in order to be able to listen to you he turned his music on his headphones down. He loved listening to you speaking in your native language.

Hyunsoo

Your date had been crushed by your mom asking if you could babysit your babysister. So now the two of you were sitting on the floor, trying to entertain a toddler. At some point you had switched to your native language to talk to your sister. Since then Hyunsoo has been sitting on the floor with a toy in his hand just looking at you with sparkling eyes. You excused yourself for a second to get you something to drink. „Your pretty“ he suddenly hears in broken korean from your sister. He smiles at her. His date didn't get ruined at all.

Junhyeok

You were watching a series in your native language and you just couldn't get over how oblivious the main character was. You talked to your friend about it before, and now you started recording a voice message to said friend with Junhyeok listening in on it. You were talking fast and he had no clue what you were talking about. But he knew that it was the prettiest thing he had ever heard. (Next to your laugh and voice in general.) „What?“ you asked as you finished, you had caught him starring. „Nothing.“ he says. Little did you know his heart was racing.

Hwi

Your grandparents had invited you to dinner, forcing you to bring your boyfriend with you. So now you were sitting at the table with an enormous amount of food infront of you. Your grandpa had started to talk to Hwi in a very broken Korean, leaving you to talk to your grandma. As the hours passed Hwi started to listen to your conversation. He understood not even half of it but just listening to you made his day better. He made a mental note to learn your language later.

Sungjun

Being bilingual isn't easy sometimes and Sungjun completely understood that. But when you just started talking to him in your native language he didn't quite know what to do. So he just let you talk. Even though he didn't understand a word. He was always fascinated at how well you spoke both languages. “It would be great if you could say everything one more time in korean.“ You stopped smiling. You swear you saw him on Duolingo a few days later.

[italeean]

Hello! Congrats on 350 followers! You're imcredibly talented, so good on you! May I please request an entry for the event?

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs.

Role in the tk community: Ler (I've been blessed with not being ticklish.

Romantic/platonic: Platonic (unless it's Fyodor, Dazai, or Sigma😂)

Gender: Male.

Here's a little about me :)

Age: 23

Gender: male.

MBTI: INTJ.

Introvert/extrovert: introvert.

Hobbies: playing the cello and piano (habe played both since I was 10), playing chess, and reading (I got a whole mini library in my house XD).

Likes: Stargazing, strategizing, books, instrumental music, listening.

Dislikes: Rude people, those who don't listen, dogmatic people, loud/crowded places.

Random facts I thought I'd include: Like a certain Russian rat, I'm anaemic. I'm also a bit of an insomniac, though I take meds for both. I speak MUCH more formally in person, though I tend to use slang or more laxed language online as a tone indicator (the struggles of ASD😅).

Feel free to decline if you get to busy. Your well-being comes first! Have a fantastic day and I wish you luck on all future endveavours!

Hello fellow INTJ, thank you for participating!!! I had lots of fun writing your request, it was genuinely cute 🥹❤️ Btw you remind me a lot of Fyodor haha but I didn't match you with him... anyway, I hope you'll enjoy your match! Let me know if you do, my dear Fyodor-anon ❤️🍡 *some dango to enjoy while reading*

🔮 So for my event, your match is... SIGMA

🔮 Why did I choose him for you?

• Okay first, Sigma is an absolute sweetheart with 100% lee energy, which matches your ler vibes • I feel like he'd be amazed by how many talents you have! He's the kind of guy who'd sit down and watch you play an instant for hours • He'd always take you with him at the casino, but he wouldn't make you stay in the middle of the crowd... he'd probably let you watch the cameras and see how people are playing. He'd love to hear your sarcastic comment's about the lack of brain of some people • I feel like the perfect date for you two would be an indoor date or exploring hidden gems where you can be almost alone and admire the landlord • I feel like his laughter goes from extremely high-pitched to silent... you'd probably tell him "Now I can play another instrument" just to see him blush • He'd be ✨️hopeless✨️ in a chess match against you, which would lead to him pouting at you... and obviously it would mean cheer-up soft tickles!! (I feel like he'd prefer a softer touch in this context) • HOWEVER... he'd be a great match against you in card games because he can memorize the cards so he'd have a big advantage to match your superior strategizing abilities! • I'm sure you'd annihilate him at Risiko, and he'd destroy you at Memory hahaha (if I had a game night with you two, I'd have to get ready for a major humiliation /hj) • I can imagine you two having a window on your ceiling to fall asleep while stargazing, although sometimes you'd also go out • I'm positive that Sigma would close the casino for one night just to do stargazing with you from such a high and secluded spot! • I feel like you'd enjoy reading together sometimes, and then you'd comment on the books you read at night... Sigma would LOVE your more formal speech style • Thanks to his amazing memory, Sigma would remember to make sure you follow a diet full of iron and take iron integrators... he'd do his best to take perfect care of you

🔮 Tickle scenario

Note: "мой ангел" means "my angel"

Fyodor Dostoevsky and Nikolai Gogol probably weren't the best guys around... to be honest, they weren't even close to being good, but they actually did the best thing when they introduced you to Sigma.

He was an angel to you, even if he couldn't see it. How he both listened and opened up to you, watched you play instruments as if you were a music deity, how he showed appreciation towards you and the quality time you spent together... you two were a match made in heaven. Different enough to complete each other and similar enough to be compatible.

You were thinking all of this as you watched your little angel asleep on the couch, breathing deeply but without making a sound. He looked like he was having a peaceful dream.

You had asked him if he could listen to a cello piece you were practicing on. It was an extremely relaxing piece, some critics even said it was probably a lullaby written by the composer for his children, but you didn't really think it would work on your boyfriend.

However, you had to interrupt that blissful moment for Sigma's sake. It was almost dinner time and sleeping at that time was surely going to mess up his sleeping schedule. You chuckled, glancing at that sleeping angelic face once more before tracing his back lightly to wake him up softly.

A smile formed on the dual-haired guy's face and it got wider and wider until it turned into a sleepy, groggy giggle. "Good morning, мой ангел~" you smirked while he looked up at you, still giggling as the last traces of sleep left his eyes.

"I wanna sleep... just keep playing your cello..." he tried pointlessly to swat your hands away. "No can do," You sing-songed "It's dinner time, and you need to get up if you want to sleep tonight." Your words made him groan, but he knew you were right.

"Go awayyy" He whined, and then he made the worst mistake. "Did you... just throw a pillow at my face?" You asked, showing playful indignation, and decided to make him regret that choice.

"5... 4... 3..." You started counting, and Sigma knew what was coming. You ignored his pleads and neutralized every attempt he made to get away, "2... 1..."

"Gyahahahahaha Ihihi'm sohohorryehe pleheheahase nohohohot thihihis!!!" He kicked with his legs and punched the couch, as if doing that would give him any relief or protection from the tickling he was receiving on his back, sides, ribs and underarms. "I'm afraid I have to decline your request, dear... you had your chance to listen to me, and now you have to face the punishment for not doing so." You solemnly scolded him. You didn't know why but that kind of tone always flustered him.

"YohOHOu're meHEahAHan..!" He complained while you drew little circles in the hollow of his underarms. "Says the one who threw a pillow at my face..." You quickly retorted, and then you decided to go for the kill without any kind of warning.

"NAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOT THEHE NEHEHEHEHEHEHECK!!! I'M SOHOHOHORRY IHIHI'M SAHAHAHAHARRYEHEHE IHIHI'LL GEHEHET UHUHUHUHUP!!!" He immediately caved in. It was adorable for you how he could've handle even two fingers tracing his neck.

"I didn't even get to use my whole hands there... but I got what I wanted and I'm getting quite hungry, so I'll let you off the hook this time." You decided to be merciful and helped him sit up, giving a couple of minutes to recover.

You noticed how late it was, and noticing that Sigma was fully recovered, you got up and walked towards the door of the living room. "Come on, let's go to din-" You tried to say before getting interrupted by two hands squeezing your sides.

"Hahaha I got you!" Sigma exclaimed proudly, eager to finally get his revenge on you... only to find out, to his dismay, that you weren't even twitching.

"Nice try, мой ангел~"

"H-how can this- No! Nononono wait wait wahAHAHAHAHAIT..!"

[tetskuro]

Hello, dear, and congratulations on your blog! Can I get a romantic matchup, with a Haikyuu guy please? (If you don't feel like writing it you can ignore this, don't worry about it) Can I have 🌹 emoji?

Pronouns: she/her

About myself: Mainly I'm a warm person, affectionate, teasing (lovingly) and fiery. But also cold, reserved, slightly intimidating, if it's needed. I'm respectful and kind to everyone but I take no shit, confident to react or speak up. I love to help people and be attentive with their needs. I have a big heart even if it doesn't sound like it, but I always let it out. I'm also very curious, wanting to learn and try as many things as possible.

Desired traits: someone who can put up with me, to be honest, provoke me (banter) but also take me seriously. And if he's alright with moments of silence too, it's perfect.

Hobbies: gym, listening to music, studying medicine, playing the guitar and singing. Interests: medicine (I'm a geek about it, watch me bring random medical facts), music again (I collect vinyls especially and love to discover old and new artists), formula 1 (don't get me started on the races and those cars).

Ideal date: Movie and a walk after. A movie will get us both feel comfortable as there will be no weird initial interactions, just enjoying calmness without the pressure of someone saying anything. However, after, I'd love to take a walk with my date and talk about the movie and their perspectives and gradually and naturally get into a deeper conversation.

Other facts: I enjoy giving affection. I love to be surrounded by both calmness and chaos, both playful banter and deep talks. Got a crescent moon tattoo but it's hidden. My love language is physical touch and I'm curious about how others think and feel. Mbti INFJ. And my favourite teams are: Karasuno, Fukurodani, Date Tech.

I hope this is not too much or too confusing. Thank you so much for your time and please don't forget to take care of yourself. Have a great day/night, you're amazing!

your matchup is...

tsukishima kei

⭑ tsukishima is a complex person but i think the two of you would match each other well

⭑ you both would engage in a lot of banter and have lighthearted squabbles over the littlest things

⭑ sometimes, he needs someone to tell him when he's being a bit of an ass and you wouldn't take any shit from him

⭑ outwardly, he'd hate being teased but his reaction is priceless and he secretly enjoys the fact that it's coming from you

⭑ he's completely fine with moments of silence; in fact, he probably enjoys those moments as he listens to his music while just being in your presence

⭑ speaking of music, he'd love to discuss music and different artists with you

⭑ switches to wearing wired earbuds (definitely think he'd prefer those over airpods) so he can share them with you and listen to your favorite songs together

⭑ tsukishima would also enjoy watching movies with you and having thoughtful discussions about it and the conversation would flow naturally to different topics

⭑ once he opens up to you more, the two of you would have a lot of deep talks, moving past just conversing about movies

⭑ he's never really had an interest in car races but seeing and hearing you talk about it makes him more intrigued about the subject

⭑ admires your curious nature and how you to learn and do a lot of different things

⭑ enjoys hearing your random medical facts

⭑ you've got a moon tattoo and the first kanji in tsukishima's name means moon? i think it fits perfectly

⭑ he'd be interested in seeing your tattoo whenever you felt comfortable showing it to him

⭑ tsukishima would rather die before he ever admitted this but he'd like receiving affection from you

⭑ not over the top pda or anything but just small gestures like linking your fingers with his or resting your head on his shoulder

⭑ overall, tsukishima would like being in your presence and he'd think you're like a breath of fresh air, fond of both the calmness and chaos you bring

your matchup runner-up is akaashi keiji

[tsintotwo]

Happy Tom at the Osaka Comic-Con.

Quick recap of the panel: He got there from NY the previous night, dove headfirst into Japanese food first thing (had taco wasabi- literally raw octpus- and chicken neck). His fav ice cream flavor is vanilla ('keep it pure')- without any topping on a cone. One of his fav Sandman dialogues is 'I am hope', his fav Dream-Hob era is Elizabethan (we knew this). To build the Sandman figure, 'you eat nothing and work out like you're about to play Thor'. He would never choose between theatre and TV, and if he were a DJ like Carl was in The Boat That Rocked, he would leave the music to people who understood it better than him and air conversations with people he cares about on why they make the things they make. His birthday is Dec 5, 1985. Why is it different on different websites? No clue, no one ever asked him.

I want to say something. This was a 25 minute panel. On the stage, there were three men on his right, one woman on his left. The men read out fan questions in Japanese, the woman translated them to English. Tom answered. The woman translated it back. The men would then exchange a few words among themselves, and/or have something to say to Tom based on his answer which the woman again translated for Tom.

In all this, Tom was extraordinarily attentive and engaged. Of course he gave fun and/or thoughtful answeres to the questions like he always does. But beyond that- whenever Japanese was being spoken, he looked at the speaker and listened, even though he didn't understand a single word. Tom's most common listening expression is the pinched-lipped pout, and in lots other interviews/cons you can see him listening but not loooking at the person speaking. Here, he made a point of looking at them. He nodded and smiled based on their gestures and expressions. He rarely took his eyes off them or lost focus. I posted a clip of him looking confused earlier- that was one of the one/two times that happened. And once he got the idea of how it was working, if his answers were long, he started pausing in the middle to give the translator a chance to take it by pieces. He made sure she understood what he was saying. He didn't stare into space or look impatient when other people on the stage were having a small convo between themselves.

I actually never spent time looking at celeb things like comic-cons before. So maybe this is the norm, and most of the men and women we see on screen are amazing at these events and just great people in general. I have no context. But I just know as someone who frequently gets lost into her own head even in engaging environments, being this dedicated to a space and situation that can't be made completely inclusive probably wouldn't have been possible for me. My attention would get loose, and/or I would decide it's less awkward if I don't engage when they aren't speaking a language I know. But Tom made it seem easy and smooth for himself.

I love Tom, yeah, we all do, but this sort of stuff just gives me so much respect and appreciation for him as an individual. I know fans like to yassify him based on things like his smol-bean/cinnamon roll energy, and while that's cute, it sometimes has the risk of making a person's image into that of a man-child. He isn't that, though. Shy and (sometimes) awkward as he is, this is a very intelligent man, emotionally and intellectually, and I love to see it come through.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

headcanons with Fenrys being your mate

Being mates with Fen

Fenrys would be an amazing mate. Maybe a bit scared at first after everything that happened with Meave but I think showing him the beauty of love would be so powerful.

He would be determined to learn everything about it and I don't mean in a weird way. Knowing what's your favorite breakfast food, what annoys you, what side of the bed you prefer and so on would bring him a sense of ease and allow him to be more attentive.

So you best believe that when you speak he is listening. You could mention the tiniest thing and he would remember it, bringing it up in a conversation after some time, making you stop and stare at him for a moment.

Fenrys loves the sound of your voice so a lot of the time when he's uneasy or had a long day he would just want to listen to you talking. He doesn't care about what. Anything that comes out of your mouth is interesting to him.

He also gets uneasy if you are away from each other for a longer period of time. Bye-bye cheeky Fenrys and hello a grumpy, cocky wolf, who flashes his teeth at any moving thing. Gavriel never fails to say that you had managed to find his soft spot and when Fenrys gets unbearable he always turns to your aid.

Physical touch is required for his existence. Maker, forbid anyone to interrupt your morning or evening cuddles. That is Fenrys time and Fenrys time only. He never really talks while you cuddle, well besides the little, "Your hair is soft", "I love your eyes", and "You're so beautiful". At awe of you and your beautiful heart at all times.

And it would just be him slowly combing his fingers through your hair. Tracing the shape of your face with his fingers or drawing patterns on your skin. After all the pain he still struggles to allow his mind to fully accept that this is real. And when words fail there's always the bond that you would gently stroke, pouring all the love through it to your mate.

But we can't forget his chatty, bubbly self. You can't tell me that he's not the first to pull you up after dinner with the family, dragging you towards the dance floor so he could spin you around. Does he have great moves? You would agree to disagree but who cares. He's there laughing at the top of his lungs while he's twirling you in his arms.

Since quality time is also a part of his love language, he often would take you away from everyone to go on a little walk. Like I bet he knows of some little cave in the woods that has a little crystal-clear waterfall and a direct view of the starry sky. And that would be your spot.

Touching back on the needing to learn everything about it, I think that at some point you two wouldn't need words to know what the other one is feeling or thinking. The bond would just keep on growing.

Oh, and you would be the only one allowed to touch his hair and braid it. And is he rocking those looks? Yes. And he's praising his mate's talent. Because jokes on all the other males, they will never have a mate like this.

His wolf form would be something he would also use freely around you. If it's one of those nights where he feels safest in it, you would just drag a blanket from the bed and nuzzle into his furs. He would fuss slightly because he wouldn't want you to get a sore back but you would just roll your eyes, "Well, I am sleeping with you so deal with it".

[ddesfleurs]

It hurts to love you, but I still love you.

chapter 1

summary: Michael always made a point of surprising Grace, he liked to see her with a smile on her face, especially when he was responsible for the smile. She was worth gold and he knew he didn't deserve her.

warnings: cheat, angst, anger, melancholy, light smut, mention of sex, fluff

notes: this is something that came to my mind. i don't intend to write several chapters, at most five. for those interested, i wrote listening mainly to 13 beaches by lana del rey. english is not my first language, so i apologize for any mistakes.

She was sitting at a table outside a charming cafe in her neighborhood. She had been feeling strangely melancholy this morning since Michael had left her apartment. When she was with him, she felt that no problem existed, everything was amazing and magical, but when he left, she felt that anguish and melancholy returning in a great wave that was about to overturn her.

Grace never knew when the next time she could spend time with Michael would be, it should be simple, being a powerful man's lover, keeping things purely physical. But she hadn't been able to do that, since the first time she saw him, by chance, at a party where he was with his associates. Michael, always very serious, approached her and asked if he could buy her a drink, she accepted and they spent the whole night talking like a game of intelligent seduction marked by flirtations here and there. He seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say, and Grace was surprised with that because most men only saw a pretty face in her. Michael offered to drop her off at home and didn't take any liberties with her. Instead, he invited the girl to dinner the next day. She accepted, he said he would pick her up at 19:00.

At dinner the two were already talking as if they had known each other for years, there was a certain naturalness, intimacy and chemistry between these two strangers who had a civil conversation while madly wanted each other. That night was the first time Grace had ever seen Michael give a small smile, the smiles he reserved for her, to give little by little in the privacy of his apartment. It was also the night they shared their first passionate kiss. After they left the restaurant, Michael invited her for a walk in a beautiful park that was just a few minutes away, she accepted, longed to spend more time in his presence, should have realized that everything was lost to her a long time ago.

The whole scene was quite romantic, she lost her balance in her heels as they walked through the park, he put an arm behind her back helping the girl to regain her balance and held her hand. Grace looked at Michael expectantly as her cheeks took on a new rosy hue. He leaned toward her and looked into her face intently.

"May I?" he asked, making reference to her lips. Unable to speak, she nodded.

Michael kissed her and she could have sworn, if it weren't for the kisses that would come over the next few months, that it was the best kiss of her life. He pulled her closer as he wrapped his arm around her back, pressing her body against his and placed his other hand on her face. He kissed her passionately, as if they were meeting again after a long time apart. It reminded her of the way soldiers who had gone to war kissed their girlfriends after returning to her arms. The thought made Grace feel butterflies in her stomach, she had never liked someone so easy. When they parted, he took his time to release her body.

"You're very beautiful, you know that?" Michael spoke hoarsely.

"Thank you." She replied shyly.

He insisted on escorting her home. When they arrived at the old building in which she lived, Michael asked if she lived with anyone, Grace replied that she lived with two friends but they were not at home.

"Can I come up? I need to talk to you alone, with some walls protecting us."

"All right." She replies not knowing exactly what he meant.

When they arrived at the apartment, she poured two cups of tea. It crossed her mind how peculiar this sophisticated man looked sitting on the old flowered sofa in his apartment. This time, he told her the essentials, things he thought Grace would need to know if she was going to get involved with him, which was what Michael wanted. He told her that he was a powerful man, doing lawful and, above all, illicit business with dangerous people.

"Mafia?" she asked in a low voice.

"We don't use that word, but you can say it."

Shockingly, that wasn't the only revelation he had for the girl. Michael told her he was married and had two children. If Grace was going to be with him, she should have known that she would be his mistress, which would mean secret meetings, limited time, and almost no phone conversations. He wanted her to take a few minutes to think about it, he knew it was too much for anyone with god sense. When Grace remained silent longer than Michael thought necessary, he knelt in front of the armchair she was sitting in and cupped her face in his hands, looking deeply into her eyes.

"I want you so much. Be mine and I'll take care of everything, you'll never have to worry about anything again."

She kissed him with an urgency he'd never felt before in his life, giving Michael the answer he craved. Urgency drove them to her bed, where they made love for the first time. He was kind and demanding at the same time. He was bossy by nature, which she would learn a lot in the coming months, and that trait applied to the bed as well. Amidst kisses, murmurs and moans, he told her how beautiful she was and how much he wanted her, hoped she felt the same way.

When they were done, well into the wee hours of the morning, Michael leaned his back against the headboard of her bed and pulled Grace to lie on his chest, both of them naked, with only a sheet covering them both. She snuggled against him and kissed his chest, feeling strangely happy.

"How is this going to work?" She asked looking out the window, still lying on his chest.

"Which part, dear?" Michael answered back as he blew out his cigarette smoke. She pulled away from his chest as she sat up in bed to look him in the eye.

"Everything. Your business, your wife, your kids, us."

"I'll take care of my business and family, you don't have to worry about that. We won't be able to see each other always and, as you can imagine, we'll have limited time, but nothing out of the ordinary." Common for a mistress, he meaning.

"Mmm, I... will I be able to talk to you? How will I know when you come to see me or if you're okay?"

"If you behave, I can give you my office number, but you should only call me in an absolute emergency, understand? And under no circumstances should you try to contact me while I'm at home." With my wife and kids, it was implied.

"I'm not that stupid." She said while rolling his eyes, "how many times a week will we meet?"

"That I cannot define. It will depend on my occupations, but I will try to let you know."

Grace pouted, which Michael found adorable, matched her joviality.

"Come on, don't be like that, I'll take care of everything, you don't have to worry about anything. You'll have everything you want if you decide to be mine." Michael said as he caressed her head and pulled her into a kiss. "Do you have someone we should explained something? Father, mother, a brother?"

"No, I only have one aunt as family who doesn't live in the city. From time to time I go to visit her to see how she is doing."

"Excellent." Michael said as he pulled Grace onto his lap, the sheet falling down and completely revealing the beautiful breasts she had.

They kissed fervently, with her straddling him. Michael felt alive there with this girl who would slowly become an important part of his life. He lowered his kisses towards her breasts as she let out soft moans and sighs. Grace couldn't believe herself, she was about to become the lover of a man involved with the mafia who, to top it off, had a wife and children. She forgot all about it when Michael's mouth sucked on her right breast harder, causing her to let out a moan that turned Michael on even more. This time she came out on top, Michael might be old fashion, but he could learn a thing or two from her. He wrapped one arm around her back as he slipped his free hand into her hair, tugging.

Now it had been almost a year since they had been together. They established a certain routine, as far as possible. First of all, Michael arranged for a new, furnished apartment to be their meeting place, her new home if she wanted it. Grace never permanently moved into this apartment, but it was true that she sometimes spent weeks in it, without returning to the apartment she shared with her friends and that there was more of her stuff in the new apartment than the old one. Michael supported her entirely, told her that his woman didn't have to work and that he would gladly pay for everything. He wasn't stingy, like some men out there, on the contrary, he gave her much more than she needed, in addition to always showering her with gifts. As a result, their apartment was always full of flowers, especially tulips, which were Grace's favorites, as well as gifts like dresses, shoes, bags, and jewelry.

Michael was pleased to see her dressed up and to know that it was all just for him, but he appreciated even more the little domestic time they had together. Grace walking around the house wearing one of his button-down shirts, cooking some food on the stove while he dried the dishes so they could use them again. He loved those moments, it was during this time that they talked and exchanged vows and confidences as if they were two teenagers. Them in the kitchen, dancing around the house, watching tv or listening to music. Michael was truly happy when he was with her, no matter what they were doing.

As the months passed, they exchanged certain confidences about the businesses in which Michael was involved. Grace found out what it meant for him to be "Don Corleone" and got a good idea of ​​what he was involved in. Strangely, she didn't mind that much, Michael showed nothing but tenderness towards her. Also, he told her about his time in Italy and his dead wife, the story shocked the girl, she told him she was sorry and kissed him while looking at him expectantly waiting for him to tell her what she could do for him.

Michael felt he could tell Grace anything, things he never dreamed of telling Kay. Kay. Over time, Grace also understood more of the family dynamics of the Corleone family, who the family members were, her wife and children, people she would never be introduced to, of course. Once she asked Michael a question that she had never asked before, she asked if he was thinking of divorcing his wife, since he himself said that the marriage was unhappy.

Thinking about divorce? No, never. Kay was the mother of his children and would remain his wife until they died.

Michael even laughed at her, as if her question was a stupid, childish naivete. She never brought it up again, nor did she ask him for anything related to it. Michael had made it very clear what role she would play in his life when they started dating.

They behaved like two lovers, going to the movies, restaurants and even museums when Michael's time allowed. Michael always made a point of surprising Grace, he liked to see her with a smile on her face, especially when he was responsible for the smile. She was worth gold and he knew he didn't deserve her. Michael didn't have many regrets, not when he walked into that apartment and smelled her all over the house, not when he saw her doing small household chores or getting ready to go out with him, and certainly not when they were in bed.

Grace felt on cloud nine when she was with Michael. He was always extremely kind and courteous, took care of her and gave her a certain tranquility. She'd loved him from the first moment she'd laid eyes on him and she knew he liked her, but she didn't know about the "love" part. She said a lot of "I love you" while he just said "me too" or "I really like you, honey".

They hardly ever fought, and when they did, Michael did his best to make it up to her quickly. Last night they had a fight, he hadn't shown up for their appointment last Tuesday, and he disappeared for three days without sending her any news. Michael showed up at the apartment on Friday, with a bouquet of tulips and no explanation to give. He probably should have gone on a trip with his family and didn't want to tell her. Had a certain sense of dignity, he didn't keep reminding Grace that she was just a little mistress. They argued badly, she burst into tears and threw a vase at him, which shattered against the wall. Michael, already irritated by the screams, but moved by the tears and by her access that, in general, was not given to such things, went to her and hugged her while stroking her back and placing kisses on her forehead and hair.

"I'm sorry darling, I didn't mean for you to feel this way. I like you so much, I don't want to make you suffer. Forgive me and we'll be fine, that won't happen again." Michael said as he ran his fingers softly over her face and wiped away her tears.

Grace, once again, was carried away by his words. She didn't really want to get into a fight with Michael, she loved him so much that couldn't accept the possibility of not enjoying his presence when had the opportunity. She was carried away by his soft words, he murmured in Italian, knew she liked it even if she didn't understand a word.

They ended up having sex for the first time that night on the couch, they didn't even bother to take their clothes off properly, it was hurried and urgent sex that meant everything was going to be okay. Then they stayed there, lying down, talking about how their day had been, she talking jokes and enjoying the sight of the perfect smile he gave her. In the beginning of her relationship with Michael, it was rare to see him smile at all, but now she could see that, at least with her, he was starting to smile a little more. Grace was happy to be the woman who could make Michael smile.

Michael picked her up, her legs wrapped around his waist, and carried her to the bedroom where they made love all night. He was careful to always please her and make her feel good. In the morning, Grace woke up feeling Michael's naked body next to hers, it was past the time he usually left, but a day late shouldn't matter all that much. She pushed her body back to better fit his body and Michael, who was already half awake, tightened his arm around her waist and kissed her neck.

"You're already awake." she said with a little laugh because of the kisses he gave her hair.

"Uhm. I was waiting for you to wake up."

"What if I slept all day?"

"Then I would spend all day here waiting until you wake up."

She smiled in contentment. Knew he could never spend a whole day with her like this, just like that. But her didn't care about that little lie.

"So..." Grace said as she turned to face Michael and look into his beautiful eyes.

"So, I was thinking about spending the next weekend together. What do you think? Is this a good make-up for the tears you shed last night?"

"Really? The whole weekend, are you sure? You won't have problems with..." He didn't let her finish speaking, he had already anticipated what she was going to say.

"You don't have to worry about that. I've taken care of everything," Michael said and kissed her on the cheek. "Hum? What do you say? We can even take a short trip if you want."

"Sounds great, Mike." Grace spoke using Michael's old nickname, only his family and she still called him that. Not even Kay called him that.

They kissed and enjoyed each other's company more until Michael decided it was time to leave. She walked him to the apartment door and stood on tiptoe to kiss him good-bye.

"Love you, my love." Grace said softly next to his ear and kissed him goodbye.

Michael pulled back and looked at her tenderly, when he was with Grace he felt like he was living a good dream, a dream he never wanted to end. He held her face in his hands and said looking into her eyes:

"You were the best thing that happened to me in the last few months, you are the light of my life. Goodbye, sweetheart. Hope to see you soon."

Grace watched Michael walk away down the hall and down the stairs. After she lost sight of him, she closed the apartment door and thought about what she was going to do today.

The street noise snapped her out of her reverie, Grace blew out her cigarette smoke and took a sip of her coffee, strong as she liked it. She reflected on her life and her relationship with Michael. God, she loved this man more than anything in the world, but knew that by choosing to be with him, she was giving up things she'd always wanted, like building a family. She could never marry and have children with Michael, might even have children, but the children would be considered illegitimate, bastards in vulgar dialect, and Grace couldn't bear to see her children referred to in that way. In any case, she could never have a proper home life with Michael, and that was slowly eating away at her.

Grace knew what she was giving up when she chose to be with him, knew the sacrifices, knew she would be the other one forever. What she didn't know was that it would be so difficult to forget her girlish ideas, the perfect life she had planned, marry a good man and have children, start a family. Her aunt would kill her if she knew she had become the mistress of a dangerous man.

Grace looked at the sidewalk across the street as she ate her breakfast, watched the movement bored when one scene in particular caught her eye: two little girls walked together, hand in hand, bouncing around while talking excitedly to their father, beside the girls, a woman holding a baby in her arms. The little girls asked their father what this and that sign meant, what was written on the facade of such a building.

"Are we there yet? Me and Nancy are hungry, Daddy!"

The woman looked at the scene with pride on her face. A proud smile creased her face, she was proud to see her daughters healthy and active, the loving father and the baby in her arms. The kind of pride I'll never feel, Grace thought as she looked at that scene with immense sadness. Sometimes, in her moments of resentment, she thought about how many things she had to leave behind in order to be with Michael while he hadn't completely changed anything in his life for her.

[kerie-prince]

forgotten birthdays

Fred Weasley x Slytherin!reader

requested: (anon) Hiii, can I request something aangsty with Fred Weasley and slytherin reader? Like he got mad for something, maybe jealousy bc reader was spending much time with her house mates and he ignores her or says mean things to her but with a happy ending please 🥺

warnings: language

summary: Fred has his suspicions about your best friend and on the day of your birthday, he crosses the line which causes you to rethink your relationship

a/n: yoo this was hard to write for a quick second lol i hope you enjoy ~ plus, i got a new job so i'm in training and i'm so excited bc i've been wanting this job for so long (y/n/n = your nickname)

(gif not mine, cred to owner)

It was getting irritating.

You love Fred with all your heart, but he needed to stop being jealous. Marcus Flint was, is, and always will just be a friend of yours. You two grew up together and are nearly attached to the hip. Never once had you two of you flirted or done anything together. It was purely platonic, but Fred insisted there was something.

And going to Marcus’ prefect dorm after every fight probably didn't help your cause all that well, but he's your best friend. Who else would you talk to? You didn't have many girlfriends and when Fred introduced you to Angelina, you had gotten into a big fight for no reason. But you never asked him to stop hanging out with her even though you wanted to.

You could tell she liked Fred, but you were confident enough to know that Fred would never do you wrong like that. So why does he think that of you? Why does he get to hang out with Angelina, but he gets angry when you barely say two words to Marcus?

It was hard, but you’d work it out and still love each other at the end of the day. But then your birthday came around, and you’d just about had it.

You woke up in a good mood; the river sent in flowing rays of sunlight. Not too blinding, but not too dim either. This would be the second time celebrating your birthday with your boyfriend and if last year was amazing, you couldn't wait to see what Fred had planned for you today.

You took your time getting ready; you put on more make-up than usual and rather than tying your hair up with a clip as you always did, you let it down and fixed some strays to better frame your face. When you walked into the common room, your best friend snuck up behind you and yelled in your ear, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N!”

Your natural response was to duck down and cover your ears. You hated when he did that, but you still appreciate the sentiment. You punched his arm as you laughed. “That’s not funny.”

“Oh yeah, then why did I laugh?” Marcus joked. Malfoy and his friends were behind him chuckling, all boys greeting you and wishing you a happy birthday. Marcus flung his arm around your shoulder and walked with you to get breakfast.

Once in the Great Hall, you saw Fred and his friends all laughing at the Gryffindor table and just when you were about to break free from Marcus’ hold, he pulled you back, “Oh no you don’t. You have all day to hang out with Weasley and company, but right now, you are gonna have at least one meal with your best friend.” You weren't going to argue; you didn't want to. If you wanted to sit with Fred, you wouldn't have to put up a fight, you would just do it. At your Slytherin table were Marcus’ other friends, Adrian Pucey and Terence Higgs. You sat in between them and pulled your hood up when they started embarrassing you by singing a birthday song. It was starting to be a great day.

However, across the Hall was Fred glaring daggers at your best friends’ arm around you. He couldn't hear what was going on, either due to the fact that you were pretty far from where he sat, or from jealous rage. “Freddie, you alright?” George asked his brother. “Yeah, just fine, Georgie.” He couldn't stand Flint. He would be enraged with every glance towards you, every whisper in your ear during class, and every time he made you laugh. Fred was sure that Flint was in love with you, but because you grew up with him you were too blind to see it. He was convinced that at any given moment, your ‘best friend’ would take advantage of you.

What also made him upset is that not only did you let Flint wrap his arm around you, you didn't even come say hi to your boyfriend. You always came every morning to his table to give him a morning kiss and sometimes even sat at the Gryffindor table.

In potions class, you sat and waited for your boyfriend to come through the doors. You weren't sure what to expect from him. Fred is an absolute wild card and could come through those doors with anything. And no matter what he brought, he’d for sure get in trouble with Snape.

When he walked through the doors with his brother and Lee, you sat up straight in your seat and waved at him. He saw you, but instead of smiling at you and taking the seat next to yours, he just looked away and sat on the other side of the room. Did something happen? You chose to ignore it until lunch rolled around and he still hadn't come up to you to even say ‘hi’ to you. Had he forgotten your birthday? It could happen, but that doesn't explain why he looked to be in a bad mood.

Once your classes were finished, you walked up the changing stairs and said the password to the Gryffindor dorms. You remembered the updated password your boyfriend gave you the week before and it was your first time using it today.

You didn't know what to expect to see; you secretly wished that today was just a big prank and Fred had actually planned a surprise party of some sort. But when you stepped foot into the room filled with tones of red and gold, there was no party. Just Fred laughing with his friends like normal. Normal without you.

Lee’s laugh died down when he noticed you walking up to Fred. He noticed Lee getting quiet all of a sudden and asked him, “Why are you quiet all of a sudden?” He felt a tap on his shoulder and spun around. “What are you doing in here?”

“Why, are Slytherins not allowed inside?” you joked. Your voice was slightly quiet and had a slight sad tone to it. “I missed you today, is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Fine. I've just been busy. Like you have,” Fred didn't mean to sound so bitter, but he was getting tired of it. He was tired of being second best to Flint.

“What are you talking about?” you asked.

“You've been with Flint all day,” Fred explained himself. You rolled your eyes, two fingers grabbing the temple of your nose from it suddenly starting to become irritated like you were. “Merlin, this again? Freddie, we talked about this. Marcus is just a friend. He's my best friend.”

Fred scoffed, “Y/N/N, you may think that but he doesn't. You trust him too much to see it, but I do. He's not just a friend.”

“You’re friends with Angelina when you know she likes you. And I know it too, but I don't say anything because I don't want to be that girlfriend who controls her boyfriends,” you were tired of playing this game with him. Your voice was heard by everyone in the room and soon enough, tons of peers had all eyes on you. Some either decided to stay, and some like Neville decided to head straight into their dorm rooms and lock the door for safety.

“Me being friends with Angelina is nothing like you being friends with Flint and you know that,” Fred raised his voice louder than anyone’s probably heard him. George and Lee silently guided people out of the common room and up to the dorms. Some people looked over the stairs to get a view of the commotion downstairs. One of them being Angelina herself when she heard her name being called out.

“No you’re right, it's different because he’s not pining over me and waiting for me to become available,” your arms were flailing about in anger, pointing at nothing to put emphasis in your words.

“How many times do I have to say I don’t like Ang? It’s never going to happen!” Angelina heard from up the staircase. Everyone heard him, loud and clear. She ran into her dorm and slammed the door so hard that you could feel the walls shake. “Great,” Fred sighed in frustration. It wasn't the ideal way to let someone down. He intended on talking to her in private without listening ears so she wouldn't be embarrassed.

“I'm not saying you like Angelina. I know you don’t like Angelina. What I’m saying is that you’re wrong about Marcus. I know he doesn't like me, you're just acting insecure,” you yelled back at him..

“I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to see he has feelings for you, Y/N/N,” Fred yelled, “I see the way he looks at you in every class and in the Hall. But you’re too fucking stupid to see–,” he immediately stopped what he was saying.

You couldn't believe what he was telling you right now. You could handle him calling you naive, but stupid? This was low, even for him.

You were getting stares from everyone in the common room. Your pride was more than hurt in this moment; it was destroyed. No words came from your mouth as you were completely still in your seat on the couch. Your nails dug into your skin as it was formed into a tight fist. But the worst of all was that your lips were quivering and you had to fight the tears on your birthday.

Your fucking birthday.

“Well if it bothers you so much, then fine. I'll fix the problem,” you started to speak low for only him to hear you.

“How?”

“I’ll end the problem,” a single tear escaped and trailed down your cheeks. This was the last thing you wanted to do today, but you couldn't take it anymore. He was scared to ask, but his ego got in the way, “And what's the problem?”

“Us,” you stated. He started saying something, but you couldn't hear it as you left. No, you actively ignored everything he was saying at that point. The second you were outside, you started bawling. And you kept at it all the way to the Slytherin common room and into your room.

You paced around your room rubbing your hands on your arms to try and calm yourself down, but nothing was working. Before you even processed it, your legs took you to Marcus’ room without second thought. You continuously knocked on his door until he answered, shirtless and with sweatpants that looked like they were just thrown on.

“Listen, I know it’s your birthday but that doesn't mean that you can do whatever you want–,” he focused in on your face and saw your red cheeks and puffy eyes. You looked behind him and there was a girl with him who sat in his bed looking curious. He looked back to her and just simply ordered, “Out,” which got her moving in seconds.

Once she was gone, he pulled you in and shut his door. Marcus guided you to a black leather chair in his room. “Sit,” his voice was stern, but never harsh with you. “What happened?”

As if by cue, you broke down completely. “It's o-o-over.”

“What is?” he questioned. But piecing it together, there's only one reason you'd be this upset in his room.

He never really knew what to do in situations like when you'd have your usual arguments, always just telling you that everything will be fine and you and Fred would be fine in the morning.

But now, he was feeling two things. One, slight heartache that his best friend is upset in front of him and two, nearly absolute rage that Fred is such an idiot.

Marcus started rubbing your back, “Hey, look at me.” When you shook your head no, he gently tapped on your shoulders until you did. “You are gonna be fine. Okay? You will be fine. There's plenty of other guys here–”

“I don't want to be with other guys, Marcus. I want Fred. I love Fred. But,” you shrugged up both hands, “I don't know. I don't know.” Your best friend pulled you in for a hug.

“Hey, sleep here tonight. You shouldn't be alone right now, especially today.” You nodded your head and kept crying until you couldn't anymore.

—

“HEY!” Marcus’ voice traveled beyond the corridors. Students were fleeing left and right to move out of his way as he made a straight line towards the group of Gryffindors who sat around a tree outside.

Before they could react to what was going on, Marcus punched one of the tall gingers in his abdomen. “OW, what was that for?!”

“You're going to apologize to Y/N right now,” Marcus demanded.

“You idiot, I'm George,” he corrected, still bent over and leaning on Lee for balance. “Shit, sorry.” Marcus looked at Fred and punched him in the same area quicker before Fred could block it. “You're going to apologize to Y/N.”

With a strain in his voice, Fred looked at the Slytherin in front of him, “What for, she broke up with me.”

“Okay, why? Because you're pathetic and insecure.”

“Is that what she told you?” Fred straightened himself up rubbing on the pain. “Of course she told you, she tells you everything.”

“Yeah, why wouldn't she? I'm her cousin,” Marcus pointed out. If he wasn't so mad, he would laugh at Fred's look of astonishment.

“No, you have different family names. And you don't even look related,” Fred wasn't buying it.

“That's because when I was eight, my dad married her aunt. I'm still her cousin,” Marcus explained.

“She never told me anything, how was I supposed to know?” Fred complained. George and his other friends left the two to argue by themselves but stood at a close enough distance to hear the conversation and be able to jump in if it were to get violent.

“Maybe if you got your head out of your ass, you would actually pay attention to her,” Marcus used his pointer finger to push against Fred’s forehead which caused the ginger to swat his hand away. “So get over whatever complex you have and apologize. If I'm being honest, there's plenty of Slytherins that can treat her better but she wants you for some reason.”

Fred knew he was right. And it was that reason why he always felt the way he did. You were enamored by many housemates, all handsome and rich. But you didn't like any of them. You love Fred. You love the lanky, devious, modestly handsome, funny Gryffindor more than anyone you've ever met.

Fred didn't say anything and walked away. His brother was asking where he was going but he didn't answer. Before he was out of Marcus’ sight, the Slytherin said one last thing, “By the way, I hope you know it was her birthday yesterday.”

Fuck. He picked up his pace and ran towards the dungeons. Halfway there, he figured that he didn't want to show up empty handed, so he made a detour to the greenhouse to 'borrow’ some flowers from Sprout’s personal garden.

You sat on one of the couches in your common room. Across from you was Adrian and Terence, arguing about some Ravenclaw girl. Some younger students passed by and whispered amongst themselves to which you didn't pay any mind to until you heard a third year say something about a Weasley being outside.

You knew it wasn't Ron because after his second year break in with Harry, he vowed that he'd never do it again. You stood up and nearly sprinted outside.

Fred was standing awkwardly outside. He tried to get a student to ask for you to come outside but they would all just scrunch their noses in disgust and keep walking. “Annoying little–”

“What are you doing here?” you asked. Your arms were crossed and you slouched your shoulders a bit. Fred noticed how your cheeks were swollen and the bags under your eyes were tinted a rosy pink. In his left hand, there was a single, large sunflower. He raised it in front of you, hoping you would accept it. “You know I’m allergic to those, right?”

Fred’s eyes bulged out. There is no way I didn't know this. Figuring he’s had enough torture, you spoke again, “I’m joking.”

“O-oh. Heh.” You grabbed the flower from him. “I’m… really sorry. I was such an arse–”

“You are an arse,” you corrected. “Yeah, you’re right. I should have trusted Flint. I should have trusted you. And if you’d let me, I want to prove that I do.”

You released a deep sigh and rubbed your forehead. “Freddie. You have to mean it this time. I can't keep going back and forth with you like this. You can't throw a fit every time I hang out with Marcus. Or Adrian. Or Terence.”

“So is that a yes?” Fred persisted. You looked at him properly in his eyes; he seemed sincere this time. And you could only hope that he was. With a nod of your head, Fred broke into smiles and picked you up from the floor and twirled you around. Your head was still sore from all the crying the night before, but you still had a smile on your face.

When he put you down, he took the hand that wasn't holding the flower and walked with you to the Great Hall for food. “So when were you going to tell me that Flint is your cousin?”

“I figured you’d find out at a family gathering or something had you waited a little longer.” He pinched your nose in response, “And you call me devious.”

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Bringing you comfort

➳ Diluc x gn!reader

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When what you are dealing with becomes too much for you, Diluc is there to help you through it. [19.O7.2O21]

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Diluc Ragnvindr has a lot of important matters in his life to deal with, making him a very busy man. To be the owner of the top wine in the industry and having not one but two popular locations to run, it takes up quite a lot of time.

There will be periods in which you don't see him for days or maybe even a whole week, but upon asking you to be his he had made sure you were aware of and okay with his busy and quite fickle schedule – which you were.

He made a promise with himself at that time, though, which was that he would always be there when you needed him, regardless of his schedule. He had told himself to drop whatever he was doing when you called for him.

That promise still stands; he takes it very seriously!!

Needless to say, you find him right next to you on a moment where you direly need someone to comfort you. He had been out for business for a few days, so you weren't really expecting him to be there.

But you feel his arms slowly coming around you as he softly speaks your name, to let you know that he's with you now.

How did he catch wind of your need for comfort? You have no idea, but you are most grateful for your lover showing up when you need him the most.

Diluc knows you wouldn't yearn for his presence for small matters, so he knows that whatever troubles you should be taken seriously – which he does!

Honestly though, even the slightest ounce of discomfort you experience is serious to him and he does his best to make you feel better.

Just the fact that he's there with you already cheers you up quite a bit! But this man won't cease his efforts until a genuine smile cracks through the distress that rests upon your features, until he feels you relax in his embrace.

He asks you what's wrong, and I can see him being a super good listener who truly listens to every word you say, no matter what kind of ramble you bestow on him. He listens intently, while also closely watching your body language so he knows exactly when you need a soft backrub or a kiss on your temple to soothe you.

Also, he is a gentleman who values respect. He won't interrupt you as you speak, doesn't give you unwanted advice (can be very annoying when all you want is to get something off your chest!!), and is very considerate of you and your current mess of emotions and tries his best to say or do nothing wrong – the last thing he wants is to make it worse!

I think it's widely headcanoned that pyro users have a higher body temperature? Just imagine being in Diluc's warm embrace as he holds you safely in his arms, his hugs feel so amazing and are really comforting as well – and he knows this so he often just holds you close whenever you experience a moment of discomfort for any reason!

After a while he asks you if there's anything he can do to help you, and he will do whatever you ask him because this man deeply cares for you and wants nothing but the best for you.

Do you want advice? He shares his thoughts upon your troubles at hand in hopes that it helps you in any way, but yeah he seems very down-to-earth so I think just reflecting on what stresses you out will help a great deal already to see the big picture and make it less big and scary and threatening because as you share your thoughts with him, he will reply with rationally thought-out answers which will calm you down eventually!

But he will also reassure you, telling you that even if things aren't as okay as they should be, he will be there for you :)

Do you just want to vent? He will hold you close as you spill out the whirlwind of thoughts that spins through your mind, being there for you with affectionate gestures and he stays with you for as long as you need someone.

Also his natural calm nature seems like a blessing to have around you whenever you aren't feeling well! Diluc feels safe, solid and reliable, which is so helpful during hard or stressful times.

If it is distraction that you need, he goes along with whatever you come up with and if you don't know what to do he will spontaneously take you on a little date! It's simple, not much more than a stroll through the peaceful nature surrounding Mondstadt followed by sharing a drink somewhere with an optional snack.

But if you propose to roam around town to pet and cuddle the cats outsise he gladly joins and it's so soft that even the biggest amount of problems can'f stop the smile on your face.

And that is what he is looking for! He loves you, he loves your smile, your happiness is what warms his heart and he wants to protect your smile at all costs, it's his top priority.

Diluc Ragnvindr has a lot of important matters in his life to deal with, but the most important of all is you <3

[dearestones]

Twisted Wonderland Matchup: Jamil Viper #2

Warnings: Fluff. 

Anonymous Request: Hellooo~ My name's Yade and I'd like to ask for a romantic matchup with a twst boi! 1st or 2nd year preferably. This is my first time making such a request so please excuse my awkward communication skills lol. She/her pronouns btw :,)

Appearance: Diamond shaped head with sharp facial expressions, dark brown, straight hair that reaches my shoulders- I tie 'em up in a messy bun so that my shorter hair strains at the front can do their own thing tho xD Body type is hourglass and I don't really put a lot of effort into my clothing style: Casual with pale/light colors.

Hobbies: Gardening, listening to music (my earphones are my bebes), designing/decorating- I am also extremely interested in languages: I can speak 6 languages and hope to speak 10 someday

Personality:

-Very respectful and accepting. I value these two traits a lot as they are the foundation of relationships in my opinion.

- Intelligent and wise, If I do say so myself. Have gone through quite a lot of things and know that I am mentally more mature than others my age. I can be pretty lazy as well, ignorant and stubborn. I tend to get defensive pretty quickly without even realizing it. I am also forgetful- I literally lose my brain everywhere

- My humor is broken af but ppl tell me I'm funny so I'll just go with that lol- If you couldn't already tell Im.. uh- a bit weird HAHA

Thank youuuu if you accept my request and sorry for disturbing u. Bye byeeeee ~

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After going through the description given, I believe that you best pair well with Jamil Viper!

First of all, Jamil isn’t immediately drawn to people who look aesthetically pleasing to the eye. He of all people knows that just because something looks pretty or harmless, that doesn’t mean that it’s true. After all, he had to play the role of a mediocre student and dutiful servant for years. That said, when he first meets you, he is enamored with your long hair and your casual style, but he’s still somewhat standoffish and aloof. 

However, when he does get to know you better, he finds you rather charming. It takes a lot for him to open up to someone—and even longer for him to let you understand that he's far more than just Kalim’s shadow or the duty bound Vice Housewarden of Scarabia. With you, he finds that you accept his entire self—not just the persona that he’s forced to display for the rest of the world. The good, the bad, and his hiddenmost parts of himself you cradle and keep close to your chest. Without you, he thinks that it would have taken years for him to finally reveal himself. 

To you, he feels like he can be his own person with his own personal strengths that he doesn’t have to share or downplay for Kalim. 

When Jamil finally feels comfortable around you, you’ll find that he becomes physically affectionate. He won’t hug you or kiss you in public too often—he prefers subtlety. Often, his displays of affection are whenever he decides to surprise you with homemade meals, tips on how to do your homework, and if you’re lucky, he’ll ask if he can do your hair. (He absolutely loves your hair and how cute you look when it’s messy, but sometimes he wants to run his fingers through it so he can put his own spin on it). 

Have you thought about setting up a garden in Scarabia? Granted, it might be a little hard considering how desert-like the conditions are there, but the both of you can research what plants can be grown in these conditions. Jamil is more than willing to spend his free time with you gardening while listening to some great music in the background. If you ever feel like taking a break, he’ll be ready with a pitcher of refreshing beverages or he’ll drag you to your feet so you can dance together. 

Jamil is amazed by how many languages you speak. How do you have the time or the energy to keep up with so many? Your determination and ambition to know ten languages not only garners you admiration from him, but also pride that he has a lover who does what it takes to achieve her dreams. It took a while for Jamil to speak the language used at Night Raven College and even then, sometimes he makes mistakes. If you have the time, maybe teach him a few tricks? It would be fun! And, if you would like, maybe you would like learning to speak the language most often used in the Scalding Sands. (Provided, of course, if you don’t speak it already. If you do, feel free to converse with him in his native tongue). 

Jamil doesn’t laugh that often, but he does find your humor interesting. Sometimes, your jokes will miss, but when they do hit their mark, Jamil will find himself trying to hold in his laughter and ultimately failing because you’re just so cute and earnest when making them! 

As for your negative personality traits… While your laziness and ignorance heavily reminds him of Kalim, he supposes that they’re not necessarily terrible traits. Unlike Kalim, you’re not his master and you have already acknowledged that he is his own person outside of the Asim name. He’ll gently remind you to complete tasks and if you’re truly that forgetful, he has more than enough handy tips that he has tried to teach Kalim over the years to help you. 

Overall, Jamil is calm around you—he doesn’t feel the need to disguise who he is at his core and he encourages you to show him all of yourself as well. Even though there are some differences in who you are as people, it’s nothing that a little communication can’t fix. 

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can't help falling in love|t.h.

summary: when words can't speak enough, songs will do

pairing: tom holland × reader

words: 2k

a/n: well I think we all fell in love with this Tom right? I mean who wouldn't??? Wish more of that content cause I'm a sucker for him..

"Over yours tonight?"

"Yes. Bring your guitar too."

"We're about to have fun tonight."

"As we always do!"

And when it was just the two of you, you always had a great time. The chemistry that had been developed between you and Tom was indescribable and everyone seemed jealous of what you have created. It was amazing how much two people can connect, two different souls in such a little period.

You loved your little secret "rendezvous" as you liked to call them. He'd come to your place, or you'd go to his, sip wine and talk for hours and hours about everything. From how the world was created, to how your nail broke, or the way some theories of very famous scientists may be wrong, or how his brothers crashed his car without him knowing, even analyze the way social media work, or begging him to show you videos of the set for his upcoming film. Maybe you'd complain about how early you have to wake up the next day and he'd make fun of you before he realizes that he's going to wake up as early as you. And you'd beg him to stay, or the opposite. 

And after that, you'd grab your guitars and play until you fall asleep on the couch.

He looked so handsome concentrated on not losing any chord, not ruin the melody. His brown eyes focusing on the strings, his fingers following the sound in his mind, his body relaxed, and his ears longing for your voice.

How he adored listening to your angelic voice. He couldn't explain the way his heart melted with the sweet sound of yours, his stomach filling with butterflies, his mind following the heart on this chaotic, exciting, endless road. He didn't know if he was in love or not. It was confusing inside his head. He never knew what falling in love means, the symptoms are different from one person to another. But he was only looking forward to the time he'd have to spend with you, the feeling of enthusiasm getting stronger as the day went by. He knew that you were the only one that could bring the peace he searched for, it was you that brought those feelings that he wanted to see for himself. He admitted once that he wished you'd be more than just his close friend to himself. Yet, the fear of losing you was massive and your presence in his life was more important than his feelings. So the only way was to push them to the side.

You knocked on his doorbell and fixed your guitar on your shoulder while waiting for the door to open. You looked down at your shoes noticing how dirty they got but as you were about to somehow clean them with your hand, you heard the door open and your eyes met his.

"Hi," you said cheerfully leaving the guitar to your side and wrapping your hands around his shoulder. His familiar scent came to your nose, your eyes closing for a moment enjoying his smell, but also the sensation of his arms tightening around your waist.

"Hey, beautiful" he mumbled softly and let go of you. "How are you?" he asked grabbing your guitar and closing the door behind you. 

"Now that I am here I'm so much better" you confessed. "Oh, you didn't wait for me to help"  you complained seeing that everything was already prepared for you.

"Why would I need help?" he asked.

"Because...I am your friend and you don't have to do all of these for me"

"But what happens if I want to do all of these for you?"

You stared back at him without any answer to his question. You tried to read his face, understand if he was joking or not. If he was playing with your feelings or if he was just completely clueless. His puppy eyes nearly convincing your heart that everything was true, your mind shouting to not believe this. It was a battle happening right in front of you, however, you stood still and did nothing.

"I'm pretty sure you do not so stop saying things you don't mean and let's go drink"

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"But she fell in love with him Tom. She was happier than ever. She was willing to be there for him  for the rest of her life, she stood by his side through everything, his madness, his anger, his sadness, his happiness-"

"He was suffering y/n-"

"If he loved her enough-"

"Do you know how is it feel to be stuck on a chair and not move even a single finger? No matter how big your love is for someone, sometimes you're losing the fight" Tom sipped his last drop of wine and looked back at you.

"If we were in this position, would you die just like him? Even if you loved me more than anything?" you questioned.

"I seriously have no idea y/n"

"I'd live for you Tom" normally you wouldn't admit this, the wine gave you the courage though to do so. "If I was William in that stupid chair, I would want to live with you for the rest of eternity" you glanced at him meaning every word you just said. Your love for him was like no other and for sure knew that you were more than willing to move every mountain to be with him forever.

"Stop saying things you don't mean y/n" he copied your words and grabbed your guitar from the floor, unsure if he should play it cool or say something more.

"You are not romantic babe" you played it off resting your hand on the couch and placing your head at the top of it while waiting for Tom to tune the guitar. "Also I was thinking of something today while I was working"

"You were thinking again?" he asked sarcastically.

"You piece of...give me that" you laughed and took the guitar in your hands."So, as I was saying, I was thinking that maybe today you should sing with me"

"Are you drunk?" Tom asked you disagreeing already with the idea you had in mind.

"What?"

"You know that I can't sing and even if it wasn't for that I would never sing with you"

"Why?" it felt kinda offending hearing those words as you didn't know why he felt that way.

"You have the voice of an angel y/n. I'm never gonna sing with you 'cause you'll hear how bad I sound and we don't want this trust me" he pulled his guitar close to him and smiled in your direction.

"I heard you singing before and you sound incredible so cut the excuses and follow me okay?" you didn't wait for any of his complaints. You started playing the song you imagined singing with him all day. The first reason being the fact that it was an easy song to play and sing. The second reason was the lyrics of it.

"Wise men say

Only fools rush in.." you began singing.

"Come on Tom..but I can't help falling in love with you" you continued hearing only whispers.

"Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin... I can't hear you

If I can't help falling in love with you"

Tom gained some courage and started singing louder. He didn't want to be unable to hear you, it was the thing his heart desired. But your expression, your eyes wide open begging him to join you. He could resist to them ever.

And the lyrics.

"Like a river flows

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be.."

You both stared at each other as you kept going. It felt more than just a song, more than just a famous melody. Those were words that none of you had the strength to say, not even dared to try. The fear of loss, the shyness of the last minute. You were saying to yourself that his teasing was just for fun, nothing more. Tom was doing the same. It wasn't complicated at all, but both your minds trapped in this maze, wouldn't detect the way out that was right in front of your eyes.

"Take my hand, 

Take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you..

For I can't help falling in love with you" 

You bit your lip and positioned the guitar to your legs keeping eye contact with him. The silence in the room was comforting, calming.  It definitely could say more than words.

Fuck it.

"I wish I could kiss you right now" Tom whispered under his breath, loud enough for you to listen. It was shocking. You blinked quite a few times doubtfully, assured that this was only a prank. But he was there looking at you, waiting for a reply. You were confused and he saw it too. His palms started sweating and his heartbeat increased in the blink of an eye. The voice inside him would stop yelling 'you screwed it' and his feeling got hurt quickly. He was ready to listen to you making fun of him, the plan that would break his heart in two. But your silence was currently the only thing he didn't want to. He searched for any signal on your face, even your body language but you were standing still as time had stopped.

"Then do it" 

He didn't hesitate for long. He was dreaming after all. Because this wasn't the reality he lived for sure. 

Fireworks, fireworks, fireworks.

He swore he heard them. The moment his lips captured yours he could hear those fireworks in his heart and ears. Bells were ringing and angels singing. Damn, I'm kissing one of them he thought. His right hand touched your neck deepening the kiss he was yearning for. Your lips in sync warm against his skin. His tongue over yours exploring your taste. Your perfume fueling his nose and brain, the butterflies dancing in their music now. 

It was magical. The goosebumps all over your skin making it even more real. Heart about to explode, all of the happiness hitting throughout your body. It was happening and still, it seemed like a fantasy. You slowly touched his chest and moved upwards to his shoulders making sure that you were really touching him and not any of your pillows. The sensation of his lips in yours was so much better than your imagination. Perfectly made for kissing you and only you.

You broke the kiss and the brightest smile he ever saw was on your lips. The lips HE was kissing.

"Y/n you have no idea how bad I wanted this to happen" he touched your forehead and with his thumb started to draw small circles. A tear rolled from your eye and dropped to his hand.

"Why did it take you so long?" you asked and closed your eyes feeling his breath hitting the skin of your face and hands.

"Baby don't cry. Please" he murmured.

"I'm just happy you know. It's no longer a fantasy or a dream. It's real" you admitted with your shaky breaths making your work hard. But you couldn't care less at that moment.

"I was afraid of losing you y/n. What if you didn't feel the same way? How was I supposed to know?"

"You wouldn't lose me okay? I'm feeling the same way Tom" you carefully brought your fingers at the top of his lips and touched them as you dreamed to. "I'm yours. I'll always be yours."

**the movie mentioned was me before you

**the song they were singing was can't help falling in love by Elvis Presley

Thank you for reading❤

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Is There Such A Thing As A 'Sexual Soulmate'?

Trust me, there's so much more to it than what meets the eye, chile.

Shellie R. Warren

Dec. 03, 2021 06:06PM EST

Let me just say, before we deep dive into this particular topic, that I'm pretty sure that it's not going to go in the direction that a lot of you think that it's going to. In fact, the inspiration for this piece came from a series of conversations that I've had with a male friend of mine who is in one of the dumbest (meaning it's counterproductive, so not what he truly wants or needs and is proving to be a total waste of time, even as we speak) relationships ever. So, why is he in it? I would say about 70 percent of the reason is because he and his girlfriend have, what he calls, some really amazing sex. What brought me to this conclusion? It's because when he's complaining and I ask him why he stays, something about the sex almost always comes up. I mean, always.

Listen, I will be the first one in this class to say that you can easily confuse great sex with a solid relationship (check out "14 Lessons I've Learned From 14 Sex Partners," "Don't Mistake A Great Sex Partner For A Great Life Partner," and "What GROWN Women Consider Great Sex To Be"). I will also say that there comes a time in all of our lives when we have to learn what the difference is. And that's where the subject of sexual soulmates comes in. So, if you've ever wondered if such a term exists and/or if you've ever truly had one before, I'm gonna take a few moments to share a little food for thought.

First Up: Disney and Rom-Coms LIED to You

Before we get into the sex part, let's talk about soulmates first. Y'all, if there are two things that irk the entire mess outta me, it's when folks talk about following their heart (when the Bible says to do the exact opposite — Jeremiah 17:9-10) and when folks just toss "love" and "soulmate" around. Just because someone makes your heart and/or body feel good, that doesn't mean they are your soulmate. Not by a long shot. For one thing, a soulmate's purpose isn't really about giving you butterflies all of the time; that's simply what Disney and chick flicks want you to think. If you really want to take the "grown approach" to having a soulmate, they are someone who helps you to become a better version of yourself. And sometimes? Sometimes that is going to be uncomfortable. Sometimes, you're gonna be challenged like a mug. Sometimes, you're probably not going to like your soulmate very much. Doesn't matter though, because, unlike any other person, they are able to help you along your journey in some very powerful and incomparable ways.

Yeah. I already know. You've probably heard that a soulmate is like a mirror reflection of you; that you are so drawn to them because they are like another version of yourself. Eh. And why am I so firm that it's not this, in spite of how many Google links say otherwise? Because I've looked deeper into certain words that are connected to it. This brings me to my next point.

Are You Familiar with What a Bashert Is?

Something that I've been super fond of for many years now is Hebrew culture. The Scriptures were originally written in Hebrew. My name is Hebrew; it means "Mine; Belonging to Me" (meaning God) and it's such a rich culture (one that has gotten super whitewashed but that's another topic for another time). And so, the more I learn about it, the more enlightened I become. Take the Yiddish (interestingly enough, a language that was used by Jews in Europe before the Holocaust) word "bashert," for example. It means "soulmate" which translates into "destiny."

Because I work so much in the area of relationships, folks ask me often if I believe that we've all got one person who we're destined to be with. Personally, I do believe that there is a "one best" (who most people are too impatient or not tapped into the purpose of relationships enough to recognize/accept); however, realistically, you can probably be married to at least 100 other people on this planet and live a pretty good life (I venture to say that most marriages are an example of this). I also discern that it's important for people to remember that when you're picking a person, you're also picking a life path. And that's why the word "destiny" is so important because, it's not just about things being predestined for you; it's also about your fortune and one definition of fortune is "a power or force, often personalized, regarded as being responsible for human affairs." In other words, your bashert ultimately is a driving force who plays a role in how your daily life is lived. And y'all, that's a pretty big deal.

That's why I'm not a huge fan of the flippant attitude behind casual sex. For one thing, I know what "casual" means (check out "We Should Really Rethink The Term 'Casual Sex'"), and secondly, life is too short and too precious to be out here just giving our heart and parts to folks who can literally reroute our destined paths. So again, before getting into what a sexual soulmate is, first ponder what a bashert is. Then build upon that with this next point.

What Is the Purpose of a Soulmate?

Next up. Twin flames. While both it and bashert (and soulmate, really) can all get articles of their own, probably the short-long of this definition is it's when one soul (check out "I've Got Some Ways For You To Start Pampering Your Soul") is dwelling in two people. What I like about twin flames is they complement the responsible perspective of a soulmate pretty well because they are considered to be someone who challenges and heals you, almost at the same time.

What are some signs that you've encountered a twin flame? You complement each other well. You both want to see the other evolve. You both bring each other closer to fulfilling your lives' purpose (if you are caught up in someone who is hindering you from purpose fulfillment, that IS NOT a twin flame, sis). There is typically quite a bit of intensity (not drama, but intensity) between the two of you. Life seems to bring you back to each other, one way or another, kinda like a form of serendipity (not because you're forcing it to happen either; it's more like a series of coincidences). The connection feels very sacred; divine even. And, perhaps most importantly, twin flames help you to learn how to love yourself, usually better than anyone else has in your entire life.

When you let all of this really sink in, soulmates and twin flames are basically the opposite sides of the same coin. Romance isn't really the (ultimate) point of either one. Personal growth and progress, while being in a safe space…is. With this in mind, let's get into what a sexual soulmate is, shall we?

From a Holy Book Perspective, Your Sexual Soulmate Is Your Spouse

It's no secret that all three major holy books say that sex is for marriage. A part of the reason is because sex isn't just a profound pleasure; sex is a HUGE responsibility and when you're in a dynamic where someone has fully committed to you, you tend to feel more at ease to trust, to give your all, to thrive. At the same time, I also know that not all people subscribe to a religion (check out "7 Signs You're Spiritually Compatible With Someone"); still, I do think that it should go on record that if you factor in all of what I just said about soulmates, basherts, and twin flames if there is a common thread among them all, it's that a soulmate has a spiritual component and a profound effect on a person. And you know what? So does sex.Oxytocin alone speaks to that; that's why it's got the nickname, "the love hormone." Yep, just sleeping with someone can make you feel bonded by them because this natural hormone elevates in your system. So, just imagine how much more this intensifies when there is a mental, emotional, and spiritual connection there too.

That's why, I do believe that when you take in the purpose of a soulmate, bashert, and twin flame when it comes to who your sexual soulmate ultimately is, it's probably your spouse. 

They might not be the best you've ever had (in bed). They might require some sexual adjusting to (check out "8 'Kinds Of Sex' All Married Couples Should Put Into Rotation"). Yet still, if it's all about bettering you as an individual, the person you share life with and (in most sexual agreements) only have sex with? How could they not, as time progresses, become your ultimate sexual soulmate? The two of you are becoming one and consistently participating in an act that makes that possible (check out "10 Wonderful Reasons Why Consistent Sex In Marriage Is So Important," "10 Simple Ways Married Couples Can Make More Time For Sex," "The 'Seasons Of Sex' That Married People Go Through," "8 Sex-Related Questions To Ask Your Spouse ASAP" and "What You Should Do If You Find Yourself In A Sexless Marriage")? So yeah, that's a huge part of the reason why I've come to this resolve.

From a Broader Perspective, a Sexual Soulmate Impacts Your Life — Even Outside of the Bedroom

So, what if you're not married, you're divorced or you have absolutely no intentions of ever jumping any broom? Does that mean you can't — or have never had — a sexual soulmate before? Remember how I said earlier that I do believe there is a best for you and then there are 100 others that you can build a solid life with? Again, the commitment that a spouse makes, both in and out of the bedroom to their partner, yes, qualifies them to be a soulmate of sorts, even sexually. However, I do also believe that there can be people who still reveal some really deep things to you about yourself, who you have a really strong connection with, who teaches you how to love yourself quite deeply, in a way that others cannot — and a part of it came from being sexually involved with them.

Because I'm not married (yet), I have yet to have the peak sexual soulmate experience. However, there is a guy from my past who — whew. While I was initially involved with him, I thought it was all about how in sync we were sexually (never get two Geminis in the same room, chile. It's something fierce!). Looking back, though, he came at a time when I had recently lost my fiancé, he listened, he affirmed, he helped me to see the situation and who I was becoming due to it in a way that no one else was quite capable of doing. And although he was (and continues to be) fine and some mo' fine, I get that the sex was so passionate and satisfying because I felt a connection deeper than just the physical act. And to this day, when I think back on my sex life, he is someone who I have very little regret. He is someone who I still think fondly of. He is someone who cultivates a lot of inner peace.

Yeah, that's something else to keep in mind about sexual soulmates. Let the media have its way and you'll think that if you and someone are tearing each other's clothes off one day and then acting out some version of a crazy Lifetime movie the next, for months or even years on end, the two of you must be sexual soulmates. 

Chile, a soulmate — a true one — is a blessing and benefit NOT an addiction or obsession. Being a-dick-ted doesn't make someone your soulmate. However, if you know, that you know that you know, that you can directly associate what happens in the bedroom with how you're shifting, for the better, outside of it and you've never really quite been able to say that about anyone else before, you just might be onto something. Real talk.

This topic could be a series. I just wanted to make sure that in a world that wants to cheapen sex at every turn, that we all remember that the act can — and should — go so much deeper than the surface. A sexual soulmate can be a really beautiful thing…so long as you keep it in its proper perspective. Your body is precious, so please make sure that you do.

For more love and relationships, sex tips and tricks, and marriage advice, check out xoNecole's Sex & Love section here.

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Somewhere only we know...

Summary: It’s an alternate universe explained after Enrico Pucci’s second universe reboot. The hard day after the events in Egypt have triggered a return to "daily" student life in Japan with new things to discover.

Part I

Approximately two weeks had passed since that bizarre trip through the Middle East in a reduced number of days but the feeling of being present and active within that adventure was still latent, the chest would tighten every time the cold embraced the city for the night and although it did not compare at all to the extreme temperatures they experienced, the simple fact of not being fully stable still filled them with a feeling of bitterness, which they did not know how to express or speak openly.

Despite the great changes acquired, returning to everyday life became more difficult every day; Francesca faithfully awaited the arrival of Mr. Joestar through that great gateway to the Japanese home, despite the fact that the situation had presented itself in the best way when he first arrived, the feeling of receiving good news with his request to find her family kept her hopeful . Jotaro on the other hand seemed more reserved than he ever was, it is not easy to deal with the fact of carrying a huge responsibility on his back and even more exhausting was having to accept that he would carry him like a cross all his life. Every morning the same routine, hiding his face under his ruined cap, and leaving home without touching the lunch that her mother had lovingly prepared for him and living off the wretched cigarette until nightfall.

The large entrance door was opened with a bang, from it the man with his gray beard and bright emerald eyes peeked out, trying to argue with his not so fluent Japanese with the taxi driver, who was clearly trying to rip him off with a higher fare abroad.

─"Papa! "─Holly exclaimed, getting up and moving away from that traditional central table that led to the entrance while she ran to hug him as was family tradition. Joe, her youngest son, did not differ much from her mother's attitude since he was just as excited as he ran to his grandfather. Francesca, although she was just as excited to see the old but radiant Mr. Joestar, she only followed with her eyes and a smile, the day had arrived and her facial expression brought good news.

─"What a pleasure it is to be able to see you again, what has happened in my absence? I hope Joe continues to practice that sweet symphony that he taught me last time and 'Cesca working the language well" ─Old Joestar laughed, taking off his hat as he hugged his daughter back and felt like his youngest grandson hung from his arm like a little monkey, Without a doubt it was a very great happiness for him to see his daughter and grandson back up and as happy as ever.

─"It has been quite a change in this house and I cannot be more grateful to her company" ─the woman mentioned while holding her father's coat ─"There is no day that we don't laugh while we share the odd story or song verses... a little help here and a little help here, it is a joy to know that I am no longer the only woman at home."

─"Grandpa!" ─The dark-haired boy exclaimed as he climbed on top of the adult to tell him one or another feat obtained in those weeks ─" And I'm teaching her! Sometimes we sit on the edge of the terrace face to face, if she manages to answer me the phrase in Japanese she earns a mandarin... although she usually wins me when I have to answer her in Italian..."

Joseph listened attentively as he shook the boy's hair and proceeded to enter the house completely forgetting the Japanese traditions, Francesca had closed the grammar notebook for a moment although she could speak it quite well, writing was a disaster and those two weeks were they had made him more than eternal.

─"Hasn't Jotaro arrived at the house yet?" ─Joseph asked, sitting down at the low table while he took a look at ‘Cesca's embarrassing notebook and she stubbornly took it from him.

─"He should be here soon, you already know him... neither he says goodbye when he leaves or greets when he arrives but I suppose they are things of adolescent boys, right?" ─The blond-haired woman winked at Francesca, she simply sighed and then laughed as she lifted her shoulders as a symbol of "Men, who understands them."

A couple of hours passed until the door was heard opening slowly, Jotaro found it quite strange that the lights were still on in the middle of the night, he hoped to arrive when everyone was in their respective rooms so as not to start a conversation with anyone but when he entered he only found himself with his old Grandfather laughing quite loudly as he once again narrated the story of his hand to the ladies and the little one.

─"I think it's great that you have arrived, my grandson, we were waiting for you" ─Joseph announced, extending an arm to greet him properly and with a sigh he agreed to return the greeting. He was tired enough to hear his loud voice echo through the room but he looked up at the old man saying in a would-be voice. As those at the table were seated, Holly got up to answer the phone as usual every night to speak with her husband. Joe made a kind of tower with the tangerines that adorned it while Joseph placing his hands on the table intertwined his fingers announcing with a sincere smile.

─"In the following days, Kakyoin will be transferred to the central hospital in this city. The foundation has done everything possible and his parents were already notified immediately, the news was quite harsh for them and stronger for Noriaki himself, although they managed to rebuild and transplant most of his damaged organs, it is quite difficult to assume that he would not return. to walk never again."

Joseph paused for a moment in his speech, analyzing their faces when listening to him speak, it was undoubtedly quite amazing news at the same time, it was quite heartbreaking again, asking himself "He's alive, but at what cost?" Within the gazes of the two, the bright eyes were noticeable in both, Francesca rested her hands on the table expressing a full happiness when hearing the news, She no longer needed to control her body fluids, she wanted to express that happiness with pure tears and nobody went to stop her. Instead Jotaro tried to hide his happiness under that dark cap, but his smile was bigger than the desire to hide, Joseph knew for all his life that he should rethink Noriaki but he also knew that he would not be alone anymore.

─"Mr. Joestar..." ─Those soft words made him pop out his thoughts when he heard the voice of the minor with an air of questions on her face, they could be celebrating the impressive strength of resistance of the redhead but there were other doubts on the table that had not been clarified still. Francesca preferred not to look him in the eye when asking but her hands unconsciously touched Joseph's hands and he froze for a moment. ─"Have you known about the whereabouts of my family?"

There was only a silence in between, and Joseph's big hand placed it on the girl's purple hair to caress it gently while Francesca tried not to break at the moment by nodding. She getting up, she gently asked permission to go get some air, she had a broken smile which she directed at Holly who was returning to the room. Joseph shook his head and looked down again.

─"It's been difficult" ─the old man sighed while he still couldn't recognize how much longer the lie should continue ─"Jotaro, do you have a moment?"

They both got up because of this issue, he did not want to speak it so openly since the walls listen and he needed someone to trust what was tightening his heart the most at the time. They walked long enough and in silence until they reached a kind of pergola, the same one where he once played wrestling with his little grandson, being defeated with a great performance from him. Before he could speak Jotaro beat him to it.

─"How much longer do you plan to hide the truth from her, old man?" ─He looked up with determination, he was not going to hide more secrets than he was already hiding, although it was difficult for him to admit that a part of him avoided creating more ties with the girl simply because of the uncertainty of creating a bond that would disappear with time . At least that's what he was trying to show, which his mother didn't take five minutes to forge.

─"It has been my question every day Jotaro, and that is why I wanted to talk about it with you" ─he took a breath of air leaning on a nearby wooden pillar ─"The news is not fresh, after three days I contacted a family member from her to find out that it would not be an easy task to deal with her family. Her father... belongs to one of the most recognized mafias in southern Italy, the girl's surname is not at all common and therefore a sought-after surname. That day I introduced myself to the family member as a simple writer who wanted to have an interview with his father, who gave me a tour of Francesca's house pointing out the greatness of the home until we were in a beautiful and colorful garden where two graves were perched..."

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─"Enough travel, what brings you here sir...?" -Said the rough voice of Salvatore Castiglier. ─"Joestar, Joseph Joestar" ─offering his hand to greet him cordially without receiving an answer. ─"Mr. Joestar, I was not in my plans to receive you but I see that you are carrying a photo of Mia Figlia with you and I wanted to ask you where she took that photo from." ─"I am a renowned writer in my hometown and in one of my trips to Africa, more specifically Egypt, I managed to capture a photo of this young woman which caught my attention for my next novel." ─He lied with charm in his words.─ ─"I'm sorry but that may not be possible, times have changed and my little girl is no longer in the land of the living, her soul rests next to her mother in that garden that attracted her attention so much." ─"I am very sorry for the news in advance but could I ask you..." ─"I do not usually answer questions that do not concern but your journey must have been long to get here; My daughter Francesca was sweet and naive, and that itself determined the end of her life. The lessons to my boys have always been clear: "there is nothing stronger than family blood, no one but your family will ensure your safety" but Francesca did not see it from that side, stubborn like herself, obstinate to obey my orders , clearly with her actions she deserves to be buried where she is."

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Jotaro checked his pocket once more to find the pack of cigarettes but only found the packaging with a pair of colored lighters. The news was not good at all and just thinking about that answer he clenched his fists inside his pocket.

─"Since that day I have been keeping the news to myself, I have clearly dealt with bigger problems but not when I have at stake the fate of a fifteen-year-old girl" ─Joseph said as he sighed in relief, it was a sensitive issue and with the years of experience had learned to make decisions better thought out rather than lightly, or at least tried to make them less hasty ─"I have made a decision about it, I have noticed that in a short time 'Cesca has created a crucial bond with Holly... and her possibilities for personal development are more tied to my daughter than to a bastard who has that thought with her own blood..."

─"Old man, just answer me one thing" ─the boy's marked voice stopped the thoughts aloud of Joseph who looked up, clearing his gaze towards him ─"The reason why you left that place was..."

Joseph stared at his grandson for a long time but he only got a subtle smile as he opted for a calmer position, a position of acceptance in his final decision ─"Expulsion, more specifically, expulsion for causing a clean hit to the face of someone out of deserved." ─Jotaro lowered his gaze denoting a smile on his face, as he walked to the older man to place a hand on his shoulder and give him a couple of gentle strokes on him. ─“I couldn't have expected less from you."

Joseph placed a hand on the hand of his grandson while he smiled, he knew that within the legal framework the decision he had made was not the most appropriate but the most appropriate. He left the establishment while Jotaro sat on a nearby wooden bench taking out the last remaining cigar and placing it between his lips to light it.

─"How much more do you plan to hide behind the bush, woman?" ─he blurted out softly as he leaned back on the wooden pillar watching the smoke dissipate into the air.

─ ""Woman" is a very distant word for someone who from now on will live with you under the same roof" ─she was heard from the bush while she stood again while cleaning the occasional branch from her purple head.

─"How much did you hear about the conversation?"

─"Enough to be here and not want to close my eyes tonight" ─sighs the shorter one, walking to the entrance of the pergola, still had a tight chest but it was not to show vulnerable, she was simply trying to appear once again her tranquility to promote tranquility to the other. An awkward smile that faded when the taller made a space next to him for her to sit next to.

She took three steps to the small wooden bench and sat with nothing but looking forward, her posture was loose and her shoulders slumped, Jotaro simply had his eyes closed as he exhaled once more the cigarette smoke inside him, he felt that the minor's hand was holding her uniform sleeve tightly, she had clung without stopping to look forward and hiding her face between the hair strands that fell from her head, she raised her voice a bit broken.

─"Do you think they will ever deign to look for me again?" ─Her voice trembled, this time soft and nervous. She did not want to show it but tears had started to roll down her cheeks, wetting the wooden floor, yet he did not take his eyes off the front of her.

─"Who?" ─Jotaro asked removing the cigar from his mouth for a moment to deposit the ashes in a corner of the place.

─"My Family" ─it was difficult for her to pronounce the last word to the girl, and instinctively she pressed her right hand on her chest, feeling an inexplicable but at the same time painful emptiness inside her.

─"Your family? The only family that I know of yours is this one here and the one that awaits us in the central hospital of the city" ─The young woman stared at him in amazement, the older one could see the glassy eyes of the young woman, her nose and cheeks flushed from crying and her mouth shaking without making a sound, the young woman with purple hair looked forward again and leaned her back against the wall on the nearby wooden pillar, she released the black-haired uniform to place her hand on the bench but was drawn back to the hand the old one. The difference in size was quite a lot but she did not hesitate to squeeze her small hand in the same way.

─"I'm scared Jojo" ─Francesca finally announced with a nickname that had come from inside her thoughts, she had never expressed insecurity in front of something and all her life since she has remembered she has defended herself from life had always been the buffer for the others but at that moment she needed someone to be there for her.

─"Don't have to be, at least not anymore" ─Jotaro said inserting the cigar between his lips, from the outside he looked like a completely stone man but inside he was experiencing a sense of calm and serenity like never before─ "try not to think about it since you don't need it anymore 'Cesca."

Francesca looked up still with glassy eyes and she smiled sincerely after weeks, in all she was right, there was no need to feel fear when she was no longer alone. She stopped squeezing his hand for a moment but neither moved her from the place, they both closed their eyes enjoying the silence of the moment.

─"You're right Jojo, I shouldn't be anymore."

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

I, J, U and W please for the boys

I ~ Intimacy

I'll say it now, each boy knows how to set the mood-

Apple - He's a listener so he's very easy and romantic during the game. Love to set the mood

Joe - He listens like Apple so yeah, rude but romantic

Jack - Knows how to speak lots of romantic wordings in all the Wonderland languages so yea-

Dalmatia - Boy's second default is cuddles in the bedroom-

Malfie - Like Apple, setting the mood is special to him. He'll bring roses and some good ass wine to the bedroom and light some candles

J ~ Jack-Off

Apple - He didn't even think of doing such things until he started feeling things. He'll most likely do it roughly once a month if he's pent up and desires are strong

Joe - He rarely has time to sleep so he rarely has time to do it. But he has done it as a somewhat stress reliever

Jack - Has done it about once a week. Doesn't try to but if he's free he's free

Dalmatia - About the same with Jack though he felt bad about it at first. Also is like Joe of it more of relieving stress

Malfie - Like Joe and Apple, never really thought of it and never had time. But once he is 100% alone with his thoughts curiosity did get the better of him and has done it for many the same amount of Apple but maybe two times a month give or take

U ~ Unfair

Apple - Oh, he's respectful but man does this man tease the shit out of his partner when he gets a opening

Joe - As mentioned in No, Joe doesn't like beings teased. But teasing his partner is a thing he can do-

Jack - He's a tease. He loves being teased. He's #1 of the tease king

Dalmatia - He prefers to be teased honestly. He's more of a tease in the ways of "I don't know...I don't believe you could handle it-"

Malfie - He actually really likes teasing, that way he gets his partner begging and singing great words to him that gets him all giddy

W ~ Wild card

Apple - After a random talk with Jack where the card mentioned he likes threesomes (he would do that), he had thought of doing something like that with Jack. Even he's shocked by it

Joe - Has bottomed twice in his life and both times weren't....amazing but not bad I mean he did it twice-

Jack and Dalmatia - They're together cause they had the same: They had a threesome or a fourway together. I know it's shippy but you look at these two and how close they are and not see it?

Malfie - Has thought about spanking before. Like being spanked.

[rei-the-head-shaker]

ESC 2022 - 1st Impressions (PT. 1)

Since ESC will start today, I decided to do a first round of listening, to get in the vibe and have a better grasp on what the songs are about and who are the artists singing them, since last year I struggled a bit!

Alright let's go! 🎉

Albania: Ronela Hajati – Sekret

I really enjoy the sound and the vibes of this song! I also liked the mix of english and Albanian language. It made me feel like I at least understood the song a bit even though I didn't have the translation of the entire song. I appreciated that!

Latvia: Citi Zēni – Eat your salad

I'm so mad at ESC for having to censor songs! Even though they are going to censor it, this song will never loose its power. It is iconic from start to end! It convey a message in such a memeable way! I think I'm in love... 😍 This song is going to make history!

Lithuania: Monika Liu – Sentimentai

In my life I unfortunately never had many occasion to hear people speak Lithuanian and listen to this song made me feel sad about it because it really sounds good! And I also fell ib love with Monika Liu's voice! I really liked the song too! Basically take sadness ans make it sensual. It made me want to cry while dancing in someone's arms! Hope to find it in a few playlist about characters I like!

Switzerland: Marius Baer – Boys do cry

I love this song with all my heart! I cried while listening to it, and I think I'm going to do it again and again every time I will listen to it! Marius Baer's voice is amazing and I think it is part of why the song is so emotional! I love the meaning and the message it delivers! I'm still crying!

Slovenia: LPS – Disko

EXCUSE ME?! HOW OLD ARE THEY?!Love them! They made me want to dance, that's a really good sign! Haven't had the chance to read the translation of the lyrics though... Hope the lyrics are as good as the vibes they have!

Ukraine: Kalush Orchestra – Stefania

I love this song so much! The kind of song Ukraine brought to Eurovision in the past two years (I've started following eurovision in 2021, so I have no idea what happened before) truly fascinates me! The meaning it conveys, the importance it has!

Bulgaria: Intelligent Music Project – Intention

This sounds a bit nostalgic (?!) I don't know how to properly explain it... But it feels like those kind of music you would hear in "old" teen movies! If you miss them, then that's the song you'll need!

Netherlands: S10 – De diepte

Oh... I'm sad now... NOICE! 🙃 The heartbreak I'm feeling in this moment is powerful! I just remembered my Ex... I'm not ok... 💔🙃

Moldova: Zdob şi Zdub & Frații Advahov – Trentuțul

This gave me such a Summer Festival vibes! I want people to dance to this song when summer festival will come back!

Portugal: Maro – Saudade, saudade

Damn! The sound and the harmonies of this song are amazing, it really lulls you to sleep while crying! That's the type of vibe I got! Also loved English and Portuguese alternating each other! Loved it!

Croatia: Mia Dimšić – Guilty pleasure

Oooh~ I like this! It sounds so good! I can see it being used for a few edits and playlists! 👀

Denmark: Reddi – The show

YES! YES! YES! This is me! This is my song! It felt so relatable in an extraordinary energetic way! I fucking want to destroy everything! 🔥🔥🔥

Austria: LUM!X feat. Pia Maria – Halo

Oooh~! I like this too! It gave me similar feelings to Denmark's song! I'm feeling like destroying something! 🔥🔥🔥

Iceland: Systur – Með Hækkandi Sól

This song is something so gentle and soft but also so powerful at the same time! The kind of song that played outside at night would feel like a magical experience. I voyage of its own... Love the vibes!

Greece: Amanda Georgiandi Tenfjord – Die together

Sound (?!) wise it is not the song that struck me the most, but I really enjoyed this one too! I'm waiting for edit with this song too! The lyrics are great!

Norway: Subwoolfer – Give that wolf a banana

Oh my God! They have meme power like Latvia, but of a totally different brand! I'm living for this! THANK YOU!

Armenia: Rosa Linn – Snap

This song is relatable for me! The kind of song I would listen to late at night or during a trip, or maybe both! I could also see that being in a few playlists and some nice and sad edits! Can't wait to see them!