#yes you are my best friend. yes we have known each other for 15 years. but

[nordfjording]

i never understand how people think going with me to new or difficult or challenging things will be helpful smh.

[pansear-doodles]

its time i talk about the person who left a dent on me

the worst part of my trauma when it comes to it being connected to people i was once close with is that my perspective of what makes of them reminders of them (i do this to anyone im close with- whether it is a symbol or a certain appearance or trait or event)

little bit of serious talk here folks, so i apologize for the unexpected. hope you have the filters.

for most of my internet life, it was almost only me. completely unfiltered. came to deviantart first. became popular at an early age because of what i was doing in the fnaf fandom- it was not good for my mental health.

my groomer has a sona that never changes by design. he's always depicted as an orange fox with black long hair, black beanie and striped jacket. he likes fps games, especially the resident evil series- having associated me with Mia from resident evil 7. he likes fnaf (we met through fnaf... while i was like 14 i think- while he was 9 years older than me). he draws well... i guess. in pokemon form, he would be a jolteon. i would be a pansear. he would be the fox. i would be the rabbit.

as a child i was very impressionate, overly emotional, and cringe (ofc). i would be best friends with my groomer after finding out we shared many common interests and kept talking to each other about it- and then later fess up i have romantic feelings for him.

this would have been the opportunity for him to back up and say no.

but he didn't say no.

we continued off and became a couple. not many people batted an eye on how questionable it was for a 15 year old to be in a relationship with a 24 year old. almost nobody, save for a few concerned friends (and one stranger on Transformice) who i ignored unfortunately, talked it up with me to leave him. i held our relationship as a sort of defense mechanism. i relied on him to make me feel happy. i did a lot of things with him, and including those of the unsavory before i became of age. (i ever regret doing them- but how would i have known- i wasn't the adult here. he was.)

oh and have i mentioned he said the (un)iconic "you're pretty mature for your age." to me

you know whats one of the funniest weirdest shit about our relationship events was? he would show me this club penguin vid where there is a troll making crude remarks and harass someone (presumably a kid). that brotherman bill cp video. he would recite and memorize the song while blindfolded. ironic how he turns out to be in the end.

the wake up call was when he retweeted nsfw of an underage fictional character. seeing that purged my stomach.

yes. it was nsfw of a fictitious minor that was the nail to the coffin. nothing else. i was so delusioned. so troubled. i couldnt see anything else problematic until that happened.

it was so hard for me to let go of him. thankfully i had friends who comforted me and stuck with me through the whole way through. i was on my bed crying.

we've been in close contact for 5 years. i was convincing myself to stay on a doomed relationship because i didnt know what to do- i was already broken and unwell. i was very co-dependent (and i think some of those negative traits still follow me to this day- learning how to get out of that though). my groomer has left a large gap of my mind when we broke off- i revolved so much stuff around him.... and i forgot a lot of memories because of the trauma- taking even the happy unrelated to him ones with it.

i cared too much. and as someone who draws fast- you can imagine how much ive done.

my old files are infested with his likeness. i know i can just delete them but theres so much. so many. it is utterly revolting to see it all and the memories that come with it.

but as time went on, im starting to care less and less about what has happened between us. i am still traumatized of course and a lot of the negative things followed me, but i am healing somewhat and thats what matters i think. most of the things ive associated with him- the connection is fading. i have separated fnaf from him. i no longer associate orange foxes with him. i am comfortable drawing characters in black beanies.

if there is anything i should be grateful for, is that im no longer with him and im happier with someone else. im thankful for the friends who have helped me cope out of that shitfest.

if you know who this person is, i advise you not to witchhunt and harrass him. i dont know what hes doing and honestly i dont give a fuck on how he's doing. he should get help honestly. it is me, myself the victim, who has the say on the matter- and my say is to leave out of his sight.

if you are a minor and someone older than you does these similar things to you, please let your parents and friends know immediately. please be safe.

if my groomer ever reads this, somehow, then to him i say: i am not afraid of you and i do not care about you anymore.

thank you for reading.

[mrsnancywheeler]

Finnicks sweet girl is “Me and my husband” by Mitski (not the intended meaning by Mitski but on a purely lyrical stand point)

~~~

“I steal a few breaths

From the world for a minute”

kinda the feeling she has around being worthless or like…how she wasn’t supposed to win the games. You need air to breath but saying “I steal a few breaths from the world” it’s like saying you don’t belong, you’re taking life away from someone more deserving

~~~

“It’s always been just him and me

Together”

Finnicks sweet girls thoughts on her and Finnick. By the time the games are around she’s been hung up on him for 3 years. The only way she’s happy, truly happy, is being with him. It’s always been him. It will always be him.

~~~

“So I bet all I have on that furrowed brow”

so this one is kinda sad but if you think about it….i mean she did bet all she had on Finnick, especially for the games. Conway was a huge part of her life, Conways family was like her own. She kinda gave it all up for him

~~~

“At least in this life time

we’re sticking together

me and my husband

we’re sticking together”

the co-dependent nature of their relationship. they stay together through thick and thin.

~~~

“And I am the idiot with the painted face

In the corner, taking up space

But when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved”

I feel like she views herself as “hard to love” and we know she views herself as hard to trust. She has a “painted face” which can allude to, the makeup she’s forced to wear, but also the disguise she had during her own games.

And then again the idea of “taking up space” like she doesn’t deserve to have lived, to be the one standing. Finnick is the only person who can make her feel loved, make her feel safe.

~~~

So yeah. I have a ton of songs that I think represent her (including “my love, mine all mine” and “runaway”. Maybe I’ll send more lyric stuff with those songs. Who knows!)

-🌾anon

I agree like I listen to those lyrics and I'm like chef's kiss 💋

yes, reader is not a self-worth having girlie. even the small things like breathing feel like things worth feeling guilty for being able to do. why does she get to do it when she's killed people? why does she get to do it when she's hurt people?

since she was 15 she's known it'll be no one else, and he's known that since he saw her. and all that time between her games and the quarter quell, who do they have except each other?

yes yes yes she did, her best friend, his family that cared for her in a way her actual family didn't, she gave it all up on a chance to live and be with finnick. she put her trust in the idea that he might be able to save her and so they could be together. even if it was at the detriment of everything else.

they're literally my co-depedent pookies, they don't function without one another, if one is gone, the other stops like clockwork.

also like being truly loved, she has public Capitol adoration but like in the quarter quell interviews when finnick walks onto the stage and kisses her, she's gone from a moment of being uncomfortably dolled up and trying to perform to being really loved.

they're just so very mitski, if you want to pookie 💋 it'll literally never annoy me

happy valentine's day 💕

[daysiwrld]

꩜1: welcome to paradise

You look up at the sky, it is Wednesday, the first day of school. "I'm early." You mutter to yourself as you check the time on your phone. It was almost eight in the morning, your first class wasn't until 9:45.

You lived off campus, roughly ten minutes away. You woke up early that day but went to sleep late the previous night. It was the beginning of a new semester, at your new college, and you were filled with dread. With each step you took the weight on your chest got heavier.

I hate this feeling

Although you wished to sleep a little longer, you couldn't, your anxiety did not permit it. So you decided to go to school. You planned to get some coffee and then sit in the library until it was time to head to class.

Paradis University wasn't the smallest campus, but in comparison to your previous university, it was. The campus was clean and modern, not many students were there, but you imagined they would flood in within the hour. You stopped by the school's coffee shop, grabbing a hot coffee before heading to the library.

"Have a nice day!" You hear the girl yell as you walk out the door. You wave back with a smile.

Sighing, you walk towards the tall building known as the library. You took in the scenery as you walked. Although there was no sun shining, you noticed that the walkways were all shaded by trees with long branches. Right in the middle of the campus was a huge tree that provided a large area of shade, and a picnic table within it.

Your surroundings were soothing, the worry you felt earlier had diminished a bit, and you felt more hopeful about the school year.

Walking into the library, you silently greet the librarian, and make your way to a secluded area near a window. The library is four stories, but you stayed on the first floor since it wasn't busy.

You dig through your bag taking out earbuds and the book you'd been reading. You check the time. Damn, only 8:30. As you take a sip of your coffee, you notice a figure standing in the corner of your eye.

Your eyes meet with those of a girl your age. She's pretty and thin, with big brown eyes, and long hair that's tied up in a ponytail. You take in her appearance, her outfit was cute and simple, flare jeans, converse, and a fitted graphic tee that enhanced her figure just perfectly.

"Y/n?" the girl questions, you furrow your eyebrows. Do we know each other?

"Yes?" you respond quietly, racking your mind for any memory of her.

"It's me, Sasha...do you remember me?" She asks as she approaches the table.

Sasha...Sasha? oh, Sasha!

"Yes!" you blurt out, startling the girl. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, it just clicked in my brain, and well..." You explain meekly taking out your earbuds.

"It's okay, I'm sorry if I approached you weirdly, I was just walking by and you caught my eye. You just looked so familiar, I was trying to figure out who you were before I realized, sorry." She replies equally embarrassed. You shake your head with a smile, "it's okay."

"But girl, it's been like what, five years? How have you been?" The brunette asks with a smile.

You met Sasha when you were ten, she transferred to your school in 5th grade. You both were instantly glued to each other, becoming the very best of friends. The summer before you turned 15, you moved away suddenly leaving her behind. Due to certain circumstances, you weren't able to say goodbye properly, leaving Sasha confused, sad, and alone.

You felt your chest tighten at the memory, oh how terrible you felt now.

Ignoring your heavy feelings you give her a weak smile, "I've been...better, but I'm okay."

She nods her head, silence falls upon you both, the feelings you were trying to ignore must have resurfaced for her as well. The abandonment weighed heavy on Sasha's heart.

You sit in silence a few moments longer before she speaks up, "I've missed you, I would think of you ever so often." You nod your head, looking down at the table. You wanted to apologize and explain why you left, but you couldn't bring yourself to, it was too hard for you to talk about. You take a deep breath trying to find the right words to say.

You hear sniffing from across you, you look up to see Sasha with glazed eyes. "I'm really happy to see you again." She smiles. You take in a deep breath looking up towards the ceiling.

"Girl wipe those fucking tears before I start crying." You state, causing her to laugh. You look at her with a smile on your face. "I'm sorry, I get emotional when others do," you state, letting out a laugh and wiping your eyes on your sleeve. She nods her head understandingly. "I hope this isn't weird, but can I hug you? It's okay if you don't-"

Quickly, you get up, stepping out from the table going to her side, hugging her tightly as she sits. Sasha instantly melts in your embrace, getting up to wrap her arms around you. You both stand like that for a few minutes before you both realize how weird you probably look to others. You pull away from Sasha.

"No homo tho..." you state, causing Sasha to laugh.

"Still the same as before, can't have an emotional moment with you ever." Sasha playfully rolls her eyes as the two of you sit back down. "You know me." You reply with a smile.

"On a serious note, I do want to explain what happened, just give me some time, it's not easy for me to talk about. Just know that it wasn't my intention to up and leave. I promise." you assert looking directly into Sasha's eyes.

"I imagined that was the case, I would think 'y/n wouldn't do this to me willingly, something must have happened' and well now I know that's the truth. tell me at your pace, no pressure, just don't leave again, at least without a proper goodbye." she sends a smile.

"Girl, I'll try." You state seriously before laughing. She deadpans, "bitch-"

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding, of course, I'll never do that to you again." You wave your arms to emphasize. She squints her eyes, "You better not..."

"Anyways, do you have class soon? What time if so?" You ask Sasha, putting your book and earbuds back in your bag. "My first class is at 9:45, it's an art survey class, what about you?" She responds. "Same, what's your professor's name?" you ask. She grabs her phone checking her schedule, "Professor Smith in white hall, room 305."

"Cool, we have the same class," you reply, looking at the schedule on your phone. "We still have roughly an hour til class, you wanna go walk around or something? I was just going to sit here  and read." You look up at Sasha. She nods her head grabbing her bag, "Yeah, this is your first year here huh? You want me to give you a tour?" You nod your head grabbing your bag, "Yeah, I'd like that."

-

"Yeah his name is Jean, I think you'll like him," Sasha exclaims as the two of you walk.

She showed you where most of your classes are, the dorms where she stays, and the best hangout spots, but for the most part, you both just talked, catching each other up. You were sure to tell her only about the good things, she was happy and you didn't want to ruin it.

"Really? Well, I can't wait to meet him and all the others." You respond to Sasha as the two of you walk to your first class. The tour wasn't long since everything was nearby. You arrived about 15 minutes early. "Looks like we can get seats in the back since we're early" Sasha points to the back of the lecture room, there were only five other students already there.

The two of you walk to the back left corner of the room near the big windows. "Who'd you say was in this class as well?" You ask as you sit next to her. "Jean and Connie, let me text them and see where they're at." She unlocks her phone, sending them a text. you nod your head turning towards the front. More students began filing in, and you observed them quietly; taking in appearances, and making generalizations about them. It was like a game.

You watch a guy with a buzz cut walk in, he daps up some friends and begins conversing loudly with them, disturbing surrounding students. Too much energy...

You shift your eyes forward when you see another man walk in. He stood very tall and handsome, with light brown hair, his style was simple and comfy, plain black hoodie, gray sweatpants, and some bunny slippers. Bunny slippers?

He stands at the front scanning the room, his eyes land in your direction. "That's Jean," Sasha whispers to you as you stare at the giant walking towards you. "I fuck with his bunny slippers," you reply, causing her to laugh.

"Hey, what are you laughing about?" Jean questions, furrowing his eyebrows a little. "nothing," she waves him off trying to conceal her laughter.

Sasha sat next to the window causing Jean to sit next to you, sandwiching you between them.

Sasha returns to her phone after feeling it vibrate leaving you with Jean.

"So you must be y/n?" He states studying the side of your face intently. You turn to him, "Yeah, I'm Sasha's childhood friend." You didn't mean to sound plain, but talking to men you didn't know made you awkward. He nods his head, "I've heard about you from her, I'm shocked though, she didn't mention that you were attending our university now." his lips curl up into a smile.

"Nor did she mention how pretty you are." He smoothly states, causing you to smile and look away.

"She just happened to run into me today, she didn't know either," you respond still looking away, you couldn't help feeling embarrassed. "C'mon, look at me when you're talking, I can barely hear you." Jean presses, trying to get more of a reaction.

"Hey guys," Buzzcut greets. You wave at him with a small smile ignoring Jean completely.

"Hey Connie," Sasha looks up to acknowledge him before returning to her phone. She texts rapidly as her face becomes more and more serious. I wonder who has her worked up like that...

"Y/n, right?" you turn your head back towards Connie. "Yeah, that's me," you respond, nodding your head. "Nice to meet you, I'm Connie, as you probably gathered." He flashes a smile, pointing at the girl sitting next to you. "Nice to meet you too," you return the smile.

Connie takes his place next to Jean and the two begin conversing about whatever men talk about, you tune them out, looking at the very front again. You notice a tall, serious-looking, blonde man at the podium. must be Dr. Smith.

You check your phone and notice you have five minutes left before class begins, "Sasha, what's your schedule for the rest of the day?"

Locking her phone, she places it facedown on the table turning her attention to you. "I have a break after this, my next class is at twelve-fifteen, and then I have three back-to-back classes until 4:30. Why, what's up?" You shake your head, "just wondering, my next class isn't till twelve-fifteen too, I didn't eat breakfast today, do you want to get food with me after this?"

Sasha gets a big smile on her face, "girl duh, I love food!" she exclaims with a laugh. You smile rolling your eyes jokingly, before you can respond Dr. Smith calls attention to the front.

"Good morning to you all, I am Professor Erwin Smith, and this is Art History 110, if that's not on your schedule, you are not in the right class." The blonde states looking around. A few students embarrassingly grab their things exiting the class quietly.

"I guess the rest of you are meant to be here." He states grabbing a big stack of papers from the desk behind him, he hands small stacks to a couple of kids sitting in the front, directing them to pass them back after getting one.

"Today is a simple day, we are just going over the syllabus and expectations for this class, we shouldn't be here for more than twenty minutes. So please, do not ask questions because I don't want to be here for longer than twenty minutes." scattered laughs are heard throughout the room.

He began spewing about the details on the syllabus, you tried to keep up, but you found it hard to concentrate. Your lack of proper sleep was catching up to you and you hated how bright it was in the room.

"Hey are you okay?" you hear from beside you, you turn to Jean and nod your head, giving him a small smile. "Yeah, I just didn't sleep much last night and it's catching up to me," you reply quietly.

Jean's mouth forms an 'o', "do you have a class after this or break?" he questions, you shake your head, "my next class isn't until 12:15, I'm going to get some food with Sasha since I didn't eat breakfast as well."

"Didn't sleep or eat? What are you trying to do? Kill yourself?" he questions half-jokingly. You quietly let out a laugh. Although you just met him, you like Jean, he is a lot easier to talk to for some reason, something that didn't come easy to you with new people let alone men.

"Try getting some rest though, after getting food, maybe take a nap in the library," he suggests. you nod your head, "yeah, I might do that." he stares at you a little longer before turning to focus on Dr. Smith.

Twenty minutes flew by, and Dr. Smith dismissed class promptly. "Remember to do your introduction discussion board before Monday comes! it's easy points and lets your classmates and I know more about you." He lastly says as students leave.

After grabbing your bag you patiently wait for Sasha, who hasn't even begun packing due to being distracted on her phone. Damn, I hope she tells me about whatever is going on later.

"Hey."

You turn to see Jean, "Hey, I thought you left with Connie." He shakes his head, "Nah, he has another class in fifteen minutes, my next class isn't until 12:15. I wanted to see if I could join the two of you?" He asks with a hopeful tone. You nod your head, "for sure, I would like that, I'm sure Sasha doesn't mind."

"What don't I mind?" you hear the brunette question, standing beside you. "Jean wants to join us to get food, is that okay?" you ask her. She puts a finger on her chin pretending to think hard about the question. "Hm, I don't know..." She squints her eyes at Jean causing him to roll his eyes. "Sasha shut up and let's go." He begins walking towards the front. She giggles at his reaction, the two of you following behind him.

"Y/n?" you look up to Jean, waiting for him to continue. Sasha went back to being immersed in her phone, she walked behind as you and Jean walked side by side.

"What are your plans for this Friday?" He looks at you waiting for a response. "I work a morning shift Friday since we don't have school, but nothing after why?"

"Well, there's a party happening that night, and I wanted to see if you like to come. Sasha and all of our friends are going to be there. Are you up for it?" He questions hopefully. You think about it for a second. You aren't a big fan of parties, but you know it would be good for you, you didn't know anyone other than Sasha and Jean, so it wouldn't hurt to socialize.

"Yeah, I'm down," you reply, although deep down, you were reluctant.

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hello! ꨄ︎ first chapter is posted! what are your thoughts? did you like it?

sorry if this chapter is boring to you, i promise it'll pick up next chapter! this chapter is important mainly for y/n and sasha's reunion.

please like! and share if you can, i'd appreciate it greatly. ꨄ︎

[distantlaughter]

"You have to try to have fun"

originally published 15 January 2004 for Auto Bild Motorsport (x)

His childhood, his second Formula 1 test for BMW-Williams, his growing popularity – Nico Rosberg (18) speaks plainly.

AUTO BILD motorsport: In December you tested for BMW-Williams for the second time. What's it like to drive a Formula 1 car?

Nico Rosberg: The first time, I thought, how long do you need to push this pedal down on the straight? It must be such a hell of a thing. But the bottom line is that you immediately go full throttle. All race cars are similar in terms of handling. You just have to get used to the power. All race cars are similar in terms of handling. You just have to get used to the power. But that's not a big problem. What takes more time is realizing the speed. Everything comes at you so fast. That demands concentration. Then you have to develop a feeling for the brakes. When you step into it, it's like running into a wall. It's difficult to feel when the wheels lock.

Were you nervous?

Yes, because I knew that something was at stake. It's a huge opportunity. In addition, I had a competitor (Nelson Piquet Jr.) who I had to beat.

How did you deal with each other?

The first day he drove, everything was fine. That was the first time we ever spoke to each other. The next day I drove faster than he did. After that, we hardly exchanged a word.

How did you prepare for this important day?

My father gave me one tip: You have to try to have fun and out comes what comes out. That's how I tried to do it.

If your talent was only mediocre, would you still keep racing?

Success is already a big part of my enjoyment of motorsport. I don't know how long I would continue without success.

Has your popularity changed in the last two years?

Oh yes. Especially in Finland it has become funny. I'm very well known there. I get in a cab there and the driver says, "Hi Nico, I named my son after you because I was a big fan of your father." That's a nice feeling, but it's also scary. When I walk around there in the department store, even the men look at me. And that's despite the fact that I don't speak Finnish and I feel like a German (mother Sina is German, editor's note).

What was your funniest encounter with your fans?

Recently in Finland, there were three girls, I saw them four, five times in the department store in half an hour. Then they came up to me and said, "Hi, we're exchange students from Germany. We know you from TV, from VIVA." That was awesome.

How does your father help you?

He didn't help me much when I was racing. That doesn't really work. From the outside, no one can teach the person sitting in the car how to drive fast.

How did you grow up - like the son of ex-Formula 1 world champion Keke Rosberg or like a normal child?

I was lucky enough to grow up in a well-off family. And: We lived in Monaco. That makes a lot of things different. But otherwise I grew up like a normal child. I went to school, then I had to do my homework. Then I went to the beach to play soccer.

You went to an international school, didn't you?

Yes, that's the advantage of living in Monaco. German is my mother tongue. I learned English and French at school. All my friends were Italian, so I learned that language, too.

Why don't you speak Finnish?

My father was never there (laughs), so he couldn't pay attention to it. I don't understand a word either.

Were you already good at sports as a child?

Yes, especially in ball sports, soccer and tennis. That was a lot of fun for me. When I was ten or eleven years old and lost to my father in tennis, I burst into tears. That was cruel. After that, we didn't talk to each other for two days. Then we played again - with the same result. Even today I'm still totally ambitious. I don't want anyone to beat me. (laughs) Sometimes friends get upset because I'm a bit extreme.

You've been racing for eight years and missed a lot of school, but you were still a good student…

Because I want to do the best in everything that's important to me. My parents never had to say much. That always came from myself. I don't know if it's because of the competitive spirit. In any case, I was very good at school.

Did you ever doubt that you could live up to the expectations attached to the name Rosberg?

It's not an easy task to live up to the name. But I believe I can manage to get as far as my father did back then.

Do you have an aggressive side?

Yes. You can see it especially when I play football. That's when everyone goes flying right and left. (laughs) I'm more of a defender, although I'd love to play striker. But I'm not so good at scoring goals.

What does a racing driver need?

Intelligence. That's very important these days. Not only in driving, but also in tuning and developing the car. My impression was that there are almost unlimited possibilities there.

What do you think of Kimi Räikkönen?

He's a very good driver. What I like about Kimi is that when you ask him about his opponent, he doesn't mention a name. He doesn't care which opponent it is. I try to do that a little bit now, too. I thought that was really good. You shouldn't praise opponents. But since I'm still a long way from Formula 1, I can say that he's really good.

Have you had any serious accidents?

In Macau at the Formula 3 Grand Prix I had two big accidents for the first time. Once I crashed into the barriers at 110 mph. The second time was when Pierre Kaffer was right in front of me. I couldn't avoid him, flew over him and landed on the roof. I was hanging in there like a monkey, upside down, hearing the entire field racing past me. That's when I started to get a little scared. I just thought, if someone flies into me now…

What is your understanding of technology?

In 2002 in Formula BMW, I got in, stepped on the gas, got out and enjoyed the time. I've changed since the first Formula 1 test (December 2002). I've grown up, I've seen that you can do even more for it. Now I know how much I want to do that.

What are your private interests?

I now have a girlfriend in Hamburg. Then I'm a sports freak. I simply had to become a sportsman. If racing hadn't worked out, I probably would have become a soccer player.

Is your girlfriend interested in racing?

She has no idea about it and didn't even know I was doing it. We met in Ibiza. I think it's better that way, too. My classmates used to ask me after every race weekend how it was. Even if they had no idea about motorsport. They identified me with racing. That annoyed me.

You are very enthusiastic. Do you sometimes have to stop yourself from cheering or does the rest of the world not matter to you then?

Absolutely nothing at all! You'd have to hear me in the car when I've won. That's awesome. I can't hold myself back. I'm just screaming. I can get so happy about wins. Having success in motorsport is one of the best things for me. But then there are moments that are cruel. You're slow and you don't know why. They can be mistakes that you only find weeks later. It's important then not to doubt yourself. That's not always easy. I could do without that.

[canisonicscrewyou]

Okay here’s the thing, some of you are asking for the 2019 Aziracrow Cosplay Pics** in my inbox, and upon reflection how could we not. You’re gonna get so much more lore than you could’ve ever asked for or wanted,though. This is a long post, and I almost want to apologize for it. **Pre-HRT baby face pics ahead

For context, Damien and I have known each other since freshmen year of high school, 2012. In fact, we had like no classes together, and whenever one of us mentioned our nerd shit in class the first couple of days, kids kept telling us we HAD to meet each other. We finally met in a history class after they got transferred into it, and exchanged fandom memes back and forth after school on the sidewalk that day until our rides picked us up, and pretty much from then on freshmen year EVERYONE thought and asked if we were two little queer kids dating in our Catholic School.

And of course we weren’t— we just sat in each others’ laps a lot, or grabbed at each other a lot, and were a little inseparable for a while. Neither of us read anything into this. We were also, very importantly, cringey little 14-15 year old SuperWhoLock girlies, only I didn’t watch Supernatural, and they didn’t really watch Doctor Who, and we both thought Sherlock was pretty good. We supplemented our own love for our special little shows for the other. We were so inseparable that Damien’s 1-month-long-freshmen-boyfriend got them a Doctor Who gift for Valentine’s Day. The key to the Eleventh Doctor’s TARDIS. (My favorite, at the time, and also one that I knew they definitely sold at the comic book shop up the block.) They break up with him for giving them chocolates with nuts(allergy), and immediately give my little autistic ass the TARDIS key at lunch. Neither of us read anything into this. This is a common theme.

Damien, at some point, tells me to read a book they love, Good Omens. Due to my brain being the way it is, it takes about 3-4 business years, until college, to read Good Omens at their recommendation.

Damien is one of my best friends throughout high school and college. I also think it’s important to note that they were a jock, and I was a theatre kid. And the only time I convinced them to do something, a haunted house, with the drama club, to share a hobby maybe, they got hit in the head with a lightsaber by a 1st grader and needed stitches immediately after we started.

ANYWAYS.

I get Damien into cosplay a year or so later- 2013? 2014?

But it also takes us years to cosplay together- we would help with each others’ cosplays a lot. By that I mean I built a bunch of their props and they helped by getting the supplies with me and generally just hanging out. It takes us until 2019 to cosplay together.

Good Omens is out on Amazon Prime.

We text each other.

“Do you want to do a couple’s cosplay of this?

Yes, yes of course I do.

And yes, of course you’re Crowley, and of course I’m Aziraphale. And of course I’m Crowley, and of course you’re Aziraphale.”

Pretty much every week that summer, we built our wings from scratch, from wire and masking tape and ethically sourced goose and duck feathers and mall Chinese food. We go out and plan and shop for our gay little outfits. We sit and talk in their car, in my driveway, for ages every time, every night.

Another fun fact: this was the same convention that I painstakingly painted their tits blue for. And also painstakingly helped them wash blue off of in the shower, drunk, later that night. Unrelated, Aziraphale was the first cosplay I felt comfortable in.

Another fun fact: while getting ready for the photo shoot we booked that morning, my family dog scared my cat Almondmilk, and he peed all over my Aziraphale cosplay, and I yelled a bit. Our photographer rescheduled, blessedly, and a few hours later our photographer was asking how we wanted to stage the kiss, since of COURSE there had to be a kiss, but instead we sort of just—

“We’re really good friends— We’ve known each other since high school— We’ve already seen so much of each other this is no big deal— Do you need another shot?”

“Uh-huh,” Our photographer says, knowingly. “I think maybe one more, if we’re comfortable with—“

“Oh yeah, no problem at all-“

“Uh-huh, Yeah,” Our photographer says, knowingly. “Tilt your head up more.”

Not many couples can say they somehow managed to get their first kiss documented and edited in HD.

Damien got nauseous at the last day of the con, and the only thing we had to help were these honey sticks from a tea shop booth. They couldn’t open the little sticks themself, with their fangs in, so I took them and ripped them open with my teeth to give to them. Completely, totally unrelated, though, I think this was the summer I began to realize, perhaps realize once more, that I was so absolutely done for for Damien.

Anyways all of that went SO well, that we were planning every Ineffable Husbands cosplay we could. Somehow, our most logical next choice was a fun and very quick, messy little boudoir photo shoot in my college dorm room, while they were visiting me 3+ hours away from their school.

Down so bad you lovingly pack wigs to go to college with so that you can have your best friend sit in your lap for your little ship.

We did that as Just Good Friends, literally in front of an old friend who took the photos and helped us stage the poses a bit.

We went to sleep that night in that bed. It was big enough to fit 3, maybe even 4 people if you were in a pinch. The bed was not treated like it was that big. (Note, we now sleep on a full sized bed, and it’s suddenly too small.)

And we talked for a while and we went to bed and all I could think about was how much I loved them no matter the sense of the word. And how many nights we sat talking in your car in my driveway for way too long, wondering if I should ask if I could kiss you. (A quick pronoun change, because I know you’re reading this.)

And

Nothing

Came

Of

This

For

LIKE

FOUr

MORE

YEARS.

Just good friends. Just good, good friends.

And that’s how Good Omens helped me realize, in retrospect of 2019, how in love I was with my Crowley best friend.

[wildskissed]

GET TO KNOW ME MEME ! !

NAME — pyro, but some of you know me by my name/name PRONOUNS — she/her SEXUALITY — demisexual, which is admittedly why a few of my more popular muses are as well, because it's easy to write, lol SINGLE / TAKEN — taken

THREE FACTS

— I used to teach preschool — I’m a published author — My ideas were used for a few episodes of a very popular cult phenomenon show that ran for 15 years...

EXPERIENCE

HOW LONG — Have I been writing? Since 6th grade. My teacher added an extra credit part to our weekly homework packets for me because I was always writing random short stories in class in my free time and she thought it would be fun if we all had a chance to do that. RPing? Since 2006, and it was on a Star Trek forum that no longer exists. It was also fully comprised of OCs only, so it boggled my mind--still does--that when I came to Tumblr that was so frowned upon, because that was all I knew. WHAT PLATFORMS — A couple of forums, one for Start Trek and one that was a world that my sister and I created that took off with our friends and some other people we never met in real life, lol. We also did Twitter RP for a while for FanFic characters, and then I ended up on Tumblr, and very rarely do a I sometimes do Discord RP. BEST EXPERIENCE — I love Tumblr most days, but those forums were hands down the best. We all collaborated on ideas, and we all gushed about each other's OC's, and we genuinely wanted everyone to have a good time. We also got really into editing and manips, which was why when I was involved in said cult phenomenon, I used to make fan videos too by meshing different shows and movies together. I still do that occasionally, but mostly I just work on my own novels, lol. Honestly, probably why Eve has taken off as she has with the group of you that I've surrounded myself with because we all do the same--we collaborate and gush and protect each other.

MUSE TYPE

FEMALE OR MALE — I heavily lean towards female muses. I don't know why that is, because I do have male muses that I have used in the past, and I love writing male characters, but I have never been able to stick with one that I RPed. Because of that, I absolutely RP females constantly. FLUFF , ANGST OR SMUT — I love them all! Angst is my niche though. I've been known for it in every serious writing group I have ever been in, but I still love fluff and I do love smut if I'm in the mood for it. I try not to turn cute threads into angst too, but I know that I'm guilty of that sometimes, haha. PLOTS OR MEMES — ALL OF THE ABOVE LONG OR SHORT REPLIES — I prefer longer replies, but I understand that those can take a toll, and sometimes, I'm more in the mood for a shorter quippy thread, you know? So, it really depends on the mood, and how my partner is feeling. BEST TIME TO WRITE — When I have the muse to. That's such a response, but, it's just true. I have such limited time because of my work schedule, so I'm mostly on in the mornings or on Sundays, but honestly, you can't force writing to happen. You really gotta go with the flow. ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) — I mean...yes and no? I have muses that I have absolutely nothing in common with, but I also feel like, most of us pick muses that we at least see one trait in common with them? Easier to write what you know? Like I write L.ove Q.uinn, but I wouldn't say I am like her. I have a mothering streak like Eve does, and I can be a bit of an arrogant brat like Y.ennefer, but I don't know that I'd ever compare myself to my muses, lol.

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[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

SAY YES TO THE DRESS.

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

SAY YES TO THE DRESS.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: It’s time to choose the dress.

Warnings: NONE.

A/N:  You have no ideas how many “say yes to the dress” videos I watched to write this! Also Melissa Benedict is not a real person. The final dress is at the end of this piece of writing.

Word count: 1339

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

GIF'S not mine, you can find the credits in each gif :)

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 Melissa Benedict, was one of the most famous wedding dress designers of Boston. And to get an appointment with her was almost impossible, it was known that some people made appointments with a 2 year gap before the wedding. But Annie and Andy only had a year, and right now it was only 6 months till the wedding. Annie had seen other options of dresses in different magazines, but no matter what, she always like best one of her designs.

“I can believe we are going to Melissa Benedict’s shop!” Sharon said looking to the rare mirror to see Annie.

“I know! I can’t believe Andy found a spot for me.”

“Thank god he felt awful for not paying attention to you,” Mark said who had his eyes focus on the road. “I hope next time he gives you a new car.”

“Remember we have to pick up Martha. She would kill me if I don’t take her to see the dresses.”

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“What you mean I can’t go?” Tom said.

“I don’t want you to see the dress.”

“I’m your brother, not the groom! I have every right to be there and give you my input in what you should wear to the wedding.”

“No, besides, who will take care of Denisse?

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Annie, Sharon, Mark, Martha, Tom and little Denisse arrived to the boutique at 11:00. They walked into the shop and it was packed! They could see there were at least 15 brides inside, along with their families. The shop looked expensive, white, silver and gold on the walls, twinkle lights in some corners, a big chandelier hanging from the reception roof.

“Welcome to Melissa Benedict!” A young blonde woman greet them, “Do you have an appointment?”

“Yes, my name is Annie Johnson.”

“Annie Jonhson? Let me check.” The girl quickly type the name on her computer, “I’m sorry, there is no Johnson. We have a Barber.”

“That’s me! My fiancé’s name is Barber.”

“Marking territory already,” the girl giggled. “Melissa will see you now, let me just call her.”

“Wait, what????”

A couple of minutes later, Melissa Benedict herself walked towards them.

“Hi! Welcome to my shop!” She shook Annie’s hand, “Annie, right?”

“Right!”

“Your fiancé called me, saying he messed up and wanted to make it up to you; and who am I to say no to a man who wants to make her woman happy?” Annie laughed, “He sounded very sorry. Are you ready?” Annie just nodded, she was in awe, “Perfect! Follow me.” They walked further into the shop, “So, who are all these people?”

“OH! These are my friends, that is my sister in law, and that’s my brother and my niece.” Annie finished as they sat in a small living area.

“And, what exactly are you looking for?”

“Well, I was looking for a simple dress, mermaid cut, you know like form fitting. I’m not very into stones, I could do lace, but I don’t want sparkles.”

“Do you have a budget?”

“Yes, two thousand.”

“Awesome! So, I will steal the bride from you guys. I’ll meet you at the dressing rooms.”

While Annie went to the dressing room, Melissa walked around the shop choosing different dresses for her client. She was taking a dress out of the rack when Tom approached her.

“Hi, miss?”

“Oh, Hi! Annie’s brother?” she said trying to remember his name.

“Yes, Tom, hi. Look I saw a dress when we walked into the shop and it is definitely not what my sister has in mind and I was thinking you can put the dress into her options.”

“I can do that. Just remember we can force her to buy it if she doesn’t like it.”

“I understand, I just want to see her in that dress.”

“Sure! Show me which one?”

Tom walked almost to the entrance and pointed to a dress in a mannequin.

“Oh my god! Beautiful choice! I’ll get one for her.” She when back to the back and disappeared.

Annie was sitting on a chair inside the dressing room with a satin white robe waiting for her dresses. The door opened and Melissa walked in along with another girl, carrying 4 dresses each.

“Ok! So I have some choices from what you told me you want, we have white, nude, off white, champagne.”

“Those are a lot of options.”

Annie walked out of the dressing room, a white dress with a heart shape cleavage, it has stones in the bodice, and a short trail at the bottom. She stood in front of the mirror right in front of her family.

“So, what’d you think?” Melissa asked.

“It’s pretty.”

“You don’t seem too convince.” Sharon said.

“It’s just the stones, I don’t like them. The dress it’s beautiful,” She turned to see Melissa, “I don’t want to be disrespectful.”

“No problem, darling. I’m not offended.” She smiled.

“I don’t think that’s the dress for you.” Tom said frankly.

“Yeah, me neither.” She thought for a moment, “I want Andy to die when he sees me!” Everyone laughed, “Too much?”

“Of course not! It’s your wedding day. Although I don’t think you want to be a widow so soon. Let’s get you another dress.”

Four dresses later and Annie was still in the dressing room. She was starting to get anxious and stress.

“Tell me what’s wrong?” Melissa said.

“What if I don’t find a dress?”

“We will find you a dress. I need you to breath.” Annie took a deep breath, “We are here to have a good time. I don’t want you to stress out. If I need to take out 30 more dresses, I will.” Annie nodded, “On the meantime, I have a dress your brother chose.”

“I’m sorry?”

“He just want to see you in it.” Melissa opened the bag where the dress was in, “It’s not the style you are looking for but it is a gorgeous dress. How about if you amuse him? You can relaxed for a bit.”

“Ok.” Melissa took out the dress, “That’s… a bit puffy.”

Annie walked out of the dressing room for the fifth time of the day. When she walked pass her family, all of them gasped.

“Oh my god!” Sharon said.

“You look so pretty!!!” Mark said.

The dress was a soft nude ruched tulle ball gown. It had a detailed beaded bodice and a low back.

“Oh God.” Annie said softly as she saw herself in the mirror. “This is gorgeous!” She turned to see her family and Tom was crying. “Are you ok?”

“You look beautiful.” He sniffed and cleaned his eyes. “Mom and dad would’ve been so proud.”

“Stop! I don’t wanna cry!” But you know she was already teary. “How much is this dress?”

“Well…” Melissa began, “It’s five thousand.”

Annie’s face immediately fell, “That’s three thousand more.”

“Do you like this dress?” Tom asked.

“I love it! Who would’ve thought you had good taste!”

“If you want it, you can have it, I can pay it for you.”

“Are you serious???”

“Yes, of course.”

Annie ran the short distance between her and her brother almost tackling him. “Thank you!!!!!”

“Ok, let’s get you a veil.” Melissa left them alone for a moment to return with a thin tiara and a long veil that match perfectly the color of the dress. She helped Annie put them on. “So this is pretty much how you can look in your wedding.” Annie turned to see herself in the mirror one more time, “We can always change the tiara and the veil; remember it’s just for you to have an idea of the complete look.”

“I love it!”

“So is this your wedding dress?”

“This is my wedding dress!!!!”

“Perfect! Let’s take it off, so you can take it home.”

Four dresses later, Annie found the perfect dress. The one she knew Andy would die when she sees her walking down the aisle.

One less thing to worry about.

Six months until the wedding.

Wedding dress: Lazaro style 3700

[long-distance-love]

How long did it take before you knew you wanted to move in with each other? My partner and I are already talking about it but moving to another country/continent is a way bigger commitment than if we weren't long distance. I'm going to visit them first but if it feels right is there a "too soon"?

Hey Nonny,

Good question! 💕 I think there's no "too soon" to decide what you want to do on the long run. I know Benny and I weren't your everyday LDR (we had history already when we started our relationship) but I think it only took us a month to decide that I would eventually move to the country he's in.

That being said, we talked through every single thing that would tie us to our countries, and pinpointed a time from which we could actively work on solving the issue of the distance. It was half a year down the line though, and since we didn't anticipate some difficulties on the way, it ended up being 15 months. I'm not trying to say it was good and helped us figure out whether we wanted to be with each other or not, because it was horrible, and we've always known we belonged together. And yet we still met every two months through great sacrifices (especially on Benny's side), we lived together as much as possible, even if we're only speaking about one week every 2-3 months, and those experiences helped us prepare for living together. It wasn't a shock to discover Benny's routine and habits and preferences, because I've already known them. And yes, we've already chafed and maybe even argued about things.

Here's a list of things I'd consider before moving together with my long distance partner:

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Obligations (school, work, family, friends, anything that ties you down locally)

Stage of relationship (Are we over the honeymoon phase already? Are we ready for this?)

Financial situation (mine and MY PARTNER'S - - > it's crucial whether or not they're being transparent about income, savings, debts, loans, ect. because you don't want to be surprised after you've made a serious commitment and moved in with them)

Future goals (kids, pets, retirement plan, view on saving up, view on buying a house, travel plans, etc. - - > there is NO room for compromise here, if your partner i.e. doesn't want any kids, you won't and shouldn't try to change their mind later)

Meeting / living together (Did meeting x times prepare me for having them around all the time? How did we handle conflicts in the past?)

Communication (How healthily do we cope with arguments and conflicts? How well do we communicate?)

Trust (Have they ever done anything to undermine my trust in them? - - > this is why time is a factor here; on the short run, you might not notice red flags)

Sex (Are they aware of my preferences? If I'm ace, do they respect my decision? If we're okay with sex, are we compatible, and if we are, do we know each others boundaries?)

Mental health issues / disabilities / medical issues (Are they aware of mine, and am I aware of theirs? If they never got any better for the rest of our lives, would I still be okay with being with them? - - > this requires a brutally honest answer)

Practicalities of moving together (flat/room, rent and bills, costs of moving, visa costs & approval time, getting a job, who pays for what, when to move, etc.)

These are the things Benny and I have considered at least, but I hope this helps you make an educated decision in the future about moving together. Best of luck to you. 💕

- Danny

[heroes-of-olympus-next-gen]

I would do it over and over again

While I was writing this, things got a bit out of hand (Taylor Swift showed up?)

Percy and Annabeth had finally gotten married. After taking a thousand pictures with everyone they were ready to head to the reception. The venue was already filled with people, which roared with cheers when Percy and Annabeth came inside and sat at their seats.

Annabeth realised how Percy was soaking every tiny detail from their wedding which made her love him a little bit more. “You know,” she said quietly enough so only he could listen to her, “I can officially call you my husband now.”

“Is that so, wife?” Percy replied.

“Oh yes, and I’m going to use your new title all the time.”

“That works just fine with me.” He took her hand and kissed it softly before resting his, on her thigh. “Let everyone know that I’m only yours.”

“Stop saying things like that because I am not going to make it.” She told him in all seriousness as he was so hot and good looking that she was trying her hardest to not ditch their wedding reception.

The dinner was just as amazing as the one in the rehearsal dinner and the open bar seemed to be a hit with their guests. Before they even understood it, it was time for the speeches.

“Is it on?” Grover asked as he cautiously spoke to the microphone which then echoed through the speakers. “I guess it’s working.” He laughed. “For those who don’t know me, I’m Grover and I’m the best man tonight. I’ve known Annabeth since she was 7 and Percy since he was 12. Needless to say, I’m so proud of being able to stand here and watch my two best friends getting married and having the chance to grow old together. If you had told me 10 years ago that they would get married I would have laughed at your face. The first summer we had spent together I had to put up with their constant fighting. Which at the end of the day, decided to call old married couple fighting.” A few people laughed with this bit. “I can go on and on about how amazing and generous and smart and charismatic people Percy and Annabeth, but I gather from all of you being today here that you know their endless good qualities. All I can say is that I’m glad that despite what they’ve been through they can finally take a breath and live the life they deserve.” After he was done speaking, he quickly hugged them both before sitting down.

Rachel was up next. She was wearing a sapphire blue dress like the rest of the bridesmaids. “I’m Rachel and Annabeth’s maid of honour. Although Percy and I have been friends since we were 15, Annabeth and I didn’t start our relationship on a good note. But after being flatmates in college and neighbours since she and Percy moved back to New York, I can’t deny that I consider Annabeth one of my closest friends. I only wish those 3 years that we weren’t speaking to each other we had given us a chance so that I wouldn’t have missed to the gift that is Annabeth’s friendship. Just like Grover, I am not going to talk about how amazing they are, because I won’t be able to stop talking. That’s why I’m going to tell you a story. About the moment I knew that Percy and Annabeth were meant for each other. It was the summer after our senior year. I was in the same class as Percy whilst Annabeth was spending her senior year in San Francisco. We were sitting in my car and Percy turned to me and said, “I’m going to get married to Annabeth one day.” And then he went in with detail to support his argument. I swear I’ve never someone so head over heels as Percy was that day. He then described how he imagined their wedding day, which he again described with extensive details. I’m glad Percy and Annabeth found each other and while being a close couple having their own space to grow as individuals and accomplish all of their dreams and goals.” Rachel paused and looked around the room like she was searching for someone. “Now, that the speeches part of the reception is over I would like to call Percy and Annabeth for their first dance.” Annabeth was sure she saw Rachel trying to contain her excitement. “And I would also like to welcome tonight’s special guest which is no other than 12 times Grammy award winner, Taylor Swift.”

Annabeth was pretty sure that Rachel was joking until she saw Percy’s expression the moment Taylor Swift went to the piano and sat down. She turned to Rachel who just blew her a kiss.

“Hey everybody! I’m Taylor and although I don’t know Percy and Annabeth personally from what Will has told me about them I’m excited to be able to perform their wedding song. This one is from my latest album. I hope you all enjoy it.”

Annabeth was shocked, but she put her hands on Percy’s shoulders as he placed on her waist and pulled her closer to him. Taylor started playing the piano. “Clear blue water, high tide came and brought you in.”

This love was Annabeth’s favourite song from 1989 along with Wildest Dreams. And Taylor freaking Swift was playing it at her wedding. She locked her eyes with Percy’s and she swore she’d never been so in love with him. He was the person who had stayed when everyone else had abandoned her. “Best day of my life.” She whispered to his ear.

“Then, I’m excited to give you even better ones.” He said and kissed her softly that made everyone cheer and clap. By the time Taylor ended the song she was a pool of emotions.

“I hope you all have fun tonight. Thank you!” Taylor said as she went to the back room. Rachel motioned them to come inside. Percy smiled and literally sprinted while holding Annabeth’s hand.

“How?” Was all Annabeth could say when she saw Nico standing outside the door along with three bodyguards that she hadn’t noticed until that point.

“Go ask Mr Nepo baby inside.” Nico replied. “Congratulations, by the way.” He opened the door.

Taylor was sitting at the vanity while Will was sitting on the couch having casual conversation with her. “Percy, Annabeth, did you like your wedding present?” Will asked them.

“Of course!” Percy replied before Annabeth even got the chance. “I’m a huge fun ever since your debut album.” He gushed.

“Will told me.” Taylor said as she came closer to them. “When Will called me to sing tonight I wasn’t sure, but after he sent me a video of the two of you in the tour last spring I was convinced.”

Percy was too stunned to speak. “Thank you so much for coming. It means the world to us. Your music has really inspired me.”

“I’m glad, Annabeth. I have to go now.” She hugged them both goodbye and Annabeth was about to explode. “Will, expect my call later this week.” Taylor said and left from the back door.

“How are you on a first name basis with Taylor Swift?” Percy uttered after she was gone.

“My mum worked with her during her first album. And our families are close. We spent our summer holidays together.” Will said like it was the most casual thing.

“And you never thought to mention it?”

“Did you ask me?” He questioned them. “Plus, I thought me sitting next to Andrea at the 1989 tour was enough.”

“How are we ever going to thank you enough?” Annabeth asked him.

“Like I said, it’s a wedding gift. So, stay married and happy. That’s enough.” Will replied.

By the time they got back outside, everyone was dancing to the music. Evelyn came and dragged Annabeth with her. Percy was about to join their friends until he saw a guest standing at the back. He slowly made his way back there, mostly unnoticed by them.

“No Hawaiian t-shirt today?” Percy asked his father.

“Percy, I-“ Poseidon cleared his throat. “Congratulations. I’m proud of you. You and Annabeth make a lovely couple.”

“Thanks, dad.” Percy said feeling a bit awkward. “I’m glad you came. I didn’t know if I should have sent you an invitation or something. I guessed that if you wanted, you’d show up. And you did.”

“You’re my son. And although I’ve never been there for you, I promise that I love you very much. I have something for you. Consider it a benevolent gesture.” Poseidon took out of his pocket a small box and handed it to Percy. “Andromeda’s pearls. Straight from my treasure at the palace.”

Percy opened the box and saw a pair of pearl earrings along with pearl necklace. “Dad, I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything. Give them to Annabeth.” Poseidon said to his son. “Perseus and Andromeda had a long and happy life together. I hope you and Annabeth end up the same way.” He took out his hand for Percy to shake, but Percy pulled him in a hug instead.

“Thank you.”

“No, thank you, son. Now, I have to go before anyone else notices me. We had orders to not show up, but I don’t remember the last time I cared about my brother’s opinion. Have a great honeymoon.” Poseidon said before he evaporated.

Percy put the box in his pocket and went to where Nico was sitting, smoking a cigarette. “Hey, is anyone sitting here?”

Nico blew some smoke before putting the remains to the ashtray. “No, I came to smoke while Will was with Connor and Malcolm. He hates and I quote when I destroy my lungs.”

“He isn’t wrong, you know.” Percy said.

“It’ll be fine. Congratulations, on getting married. I was rooting for you.” He mentioned.

“Thanks. So, what’s up with you. You don’t answer the phone enough.”

“I’m working on it. But I’m too busy with my mad academia at the moment. College is a bitch.” Nico stated as he lit another cigarette.

“You had to be overachieving and go to Stanford.” Percy smiled.

“Will’s nerdiness is rubbing off me. He’s 19 and a second year medical student. Do you know how many people do that? Nobody. Only my himbo.” Nico said in all seriousness. “But it’s nice being close to Hazel and Reyna after everything. And it’s nice knowing I won’t be in student debt.”

Percy knew that after his 18th birthday, Nico had access to his family’s trust fund and as the last survivor he had a vast wealth in his hands and even though he rarely brought it up, Percy guessed that it was a big sum. Nico had grown to be one of Percy’s favourite people. A little beaten up and bruised, but it wasn’t like the rest of them weren’t. “So, Classics degree. And then?”

“No idea. Like nada. Nothing. My brain is empty. I might go to law school. Or teach classics. We’ll see. The night is still young.” He pulled up his sleeves as it started getting very warm and humid. Percy noticed a new tattoo to his ever growing collection. “New?” he said and pointed at the skull that read inside ‘to be; to not be.’ Nico had gotten a lot of tattoos for which he got scolded by Reyna. That didn’t really phase him as he had also gotten a septum and every time Percy saw him, he had another tattoo. Just like the one in front of him.

“Yes, I got it last week. Does it satisfy your Shakespearean cravings?”

“You know very well that I don’t like Shakespeare that much. But the tattoo is nice. It suits you.” Percy complimented him. “What are you going to do when you run out of space for more tattoos?”

“My left arm is still untouched. And I’m keeping it until I have kids.”

“You want kids?”

“Not right now. In a few years. I guess. It’s not like we have talked about it with Will. We’re still kids. And I still have a lot of shit to figure out.” Nico explained. “How about you? Should I expect baby Jackson in the next year?”

“Nope. Annabeth and I agreed to wait until she’s done with her doctorate and after the Olympics. If I make the cut.”

“You’re going to make the cut, and I’ll show up cheering you.” He said half-joking. Percy wasn’t really sure when Nico was being sarcastic or not.

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

“And I’ll be there.” Nico said and stood up. “I’ll go check on Reyna. It was nice talking to you.”

Percy made his way back to Annabeth. “Hey, Perce.” Annabeth kissed him and dragged him to the table where she was having drinks with Susannah and Samantha. He noticed Evelyn was missing, but he quickly found her giggling to something Ethan, his friend from the swim team was saying. “I missed you.” She pouted as she took another Manhattan from the bar that was next to her.

“I missed you too, darling.” Percy said as he downed a gin and tonic. “How much did you drink?”

“Just two Margaritas and a few shots.” She smiled which was Percy’s cue that she was getting drunk. He wasn’t doing well either, as by the time Style started playing he was dancing with Annabeth while Rachel and Evelyn were yelling the lyrics. His jacket was sent up to their room and his sleeves were up his elbow with his tie lost somewhere. But the adrenaline of being this close to Annabeth knowing he wouldn’t get married to her again was enough to keep him upright.

Before they even realised it, the DJ called them to the dance floor for their last dance which was ‘forever young’ by Alphaville. “I love you so much.” Percy said and kissed her shoulder softly. “I can’t wait to have a lifetime of adventures with you.”

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chapter 15:i still get jealous

Maegor Targaryen x OC

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Tags: hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, angst, mature themes, targaryen incest, violence, Maegor is a red flag himself, characters are ooc probably, MINORS DNI

Court had been in nervous unrest ever since the news of rebellions hit them early in the morning and Rowan felt herself becoming more and more anxious, picking at her nails to distract herself. Her family were now on their way back home, as they did not want to leave their seat unattended for longer than it needed to be and for fear of rebels taking over. She convinced herself that it would be better if she stayed, safer. Her father seemed to be in favour of the idea, after speaking to the dowager Queen, no doubt. She often wondered just how close they were, since they’ve known each other for all these years, before she was even born. He was on the fence before, she couldn’t blame him because she felt the same way, but whatever Visenya had told him seemed to convince him she’d be safer here. 

She planned to tell her she accepted, when she had the time to speak. With everything going on, she was busy talking to the King, advising him on what to do, but Rowan knew she was more scolding him than anything. The King was kind natured and soft spoken, traits the dowager Queen did not find appropriate for a man in his position. He appeared nervous, and if she could notice, so would the rest of the court. She could not blame him, he had his father’s shadow looming over him the second the crown touched his head and it would continue to do so until he died. He had a huge name to live up to and she did not envy him at all. She’d be a nervous wreck too.

Part of her was giddy with excitement for her new role, as it meant she’d be close to Visenya again, the woman who had become a second mother to her all these years. As much as she dreaded the feelings of envy and jealousy that would arise whenever she saw Maegor and Ceryse, she’d get over them with time, right? Eventually it would stop hurting, especially if she kept herself busy and distracted. 

She was supposed to meet Lana and they would go pick up Ceryse from her chambers so they could have their tea in the gardens, but Lana seemed to be running late. It didn’t bother her much, she had more time to think about how she’d bring up the news of her staying. She let out a small gasp, stopping her light walking abruptly. The thumb she had been nervously picking at drew blood, the sting startling her enough to not notice the young man bumping into her.

“Forgive me, my lady! I did not expect you to stop so suddenly!” a smooth voice said, holding onto her shoulders gently, before letting go.

Rowan turned around in surprise, her eyes meeting the kind green eyes of a man that was familiar in some way. He was the son of Lord Loren Lannister, the former King of Casterly Rock, a knight, if she was not mistaken, but she could not recall his name. He was not dressed in armour, rather a rich red tunic, adorned with golden embroidery, typical of the Lannister style.

“O-oh, I’m sorry, my lord! I did not know someone was walking behind me, please excuse me!” she stumbled, apologising profusely for the encounter. 

“It was nothing, my lady, I should’ve been more careful.” he smiled “I do not believe I’ve had the pleasure to be introduced to you. My name is Tybolt Lannister.” his voice was smooth and his eyes were kind, and he held out his hand for her to place hers into.

“Ser Tybolt, if I remember correctly? I’m Rowan Evergreen.” she smiled, placing her hand in his, to which he placed a small kiss onto the back of.

“That would be correct, Lady Evergreen, I’m honoured to meet your acquaintance. You’re the cousin of Finn, no?” he grinned, holding onto her hand a little longer than she had expected.

“Yes, my lord.” she smiled again at the mention of her cousin. “How do you know Finn?” she asked, curiosity getting the best of her.

“We met out in the city earlier this week. He mentioned his cousin whom he was waiting for, and as I’ve been introduced to all of his siblings, I assumed that the cousin was you.” he answered, his tone soft.

“Yes, that would be me.” she replied, an awkward silence falling after.

He seemed quite handsome up close, with his blond wavy hair falling onto his shoulders. His hair could truly resemble the many of a lion, it looked so soft and luscious, she knew many ladies would kill to have hair that gorgeous. His face was bright and clean shaven, his lips turned up to form a charming smile, while his eyes searched for something in hers. For a moment Rowan froze, not knowing what to do or say, but Tybolt beat her to it, before she said something awkward.

“Forgive me, my lady, if I might be so bold as to ask if you will remain in court for a while longer?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

“Oh… I will be staying here for some time my lord. Might I ask, why?” she felt curious again.

“It would be because I’d have something to look forward to then, my lady. If it would not offend you so, I would like to get to know you.” he smiled brightly, a soft flush covering his cheeks.

“I-I would not mind, lord Tybolt.” was all she managed to say, stunned at how forward he was, the pain in her thumb long forgotten.

“Then I’ll be very happy to see you around lady Evergreen.” he placed another kiss on the back of her hand before taking his leave.

Rowan stood there, stunned as to what just happened. She did not have much time to think, as a very amused Lana made her way to her, smiling suggestively, arms crossed.

“Well well well, what was that all about, lady Evergreen?” she asked, approaching her.

“What was what about?” she asked, still too stunned to form a thought.

“Oh, don’t play dumb, Rowan.” she playfully smacked her arm. “I’m talking about the handsome knight that was just flirting with you so shamelessly! A Lannister too? Well? Don’t keep me hanging, what did he say?” she grinned, eager to get a response.

“Nothing, he just bumped into me, and introduced himself. But flirting? I don’t think he was flirting with me.” Rowan stuttered a bit, the idea being too foreign to her. “He just said he’d like to know me better.”

“Because he wants you two to be friends?” she asked, sarcastically, while holding onto her arm to walk to Ceryse’s room. “Come on, you felt it too, men don’t say that for friendship Rowan, he’s into you! Oh, Ceryse is gonna have a laugh, come on.”

“Hey, maybe he was just being nice! You don’t know that- don’t speak so loudly, someone might hear you!” she scolded softly.

“Someone like Tybolt?” she teased again. 

They soon made their way to Ceryse’s chambers and Lana knocked on the door, excited to have their friend join in all the teasing, but they were met with silence.

“Ceryse? Are you there? It’s me and Lana.” Rowan said softly to the door.

A small ‘come in’ was heard, and she looked at the brunette next to her, worry painted on both their faces, before she pushed the door open. From the tone of her voice, she had expected to be met with sadness, but instead, Ceryse seemed to be seething with anger.

“Are you alright?” Rowan asked, worried.

“What happened?” Lana asked, surprised to see her this way.

“Same thing that happens every moon.” Ceryse replied curtly. “Much to my lord husband’s disappointment, as he has made it clear.”

“Oh, Ceryse, I’m sorry…” Rowan went to comfort her, which she gladly accepted.

“He all but called me barren to my face.” she spat out, anger still evident.

“He what? What a prick!” Lana gasped.

“Do not listen to him.” Rowan offered, surprise still evident in her eyes.

“What if he’s right? He’s been coming here every night for a year and I’ve nothing to show for it. What if I truly am barren?” Ceryse’s anger left her for a moment, replaced with worry.

Rowan was at a loss for words. How could Maegor be so careless and crude with his words, when Ceryse has been nothing short of a proper and loyal wife? Why was he so impatient to the point of such cruelty? He promised her he’d be kind, he promised. She frowned.

“I don’t think so. Things like this can sometimes take years, everyone knows this.” Lana walked up to them both, rubbing Ceryse’s shoulder.

“I know… I just hate that he’s acting like this. I thought we had at the very least, an understanding of each other. What has gotten into him, gods!” her anger returned.

“It’s easier for him to put the blame on you, because then he doesn’t have to think it might be his fault that you aren’t with child yet. In the Citadel I read that stress can play a huge role in this. With everything going on with his father and brother, the rebellions, I wouldn’t be so quick to call you barren.” Rowan spoke softly, trying not to betray any idea of friendship between her and the prince.

Ceryse leaned into her, calming down a bit. She bit her lip for a moment, her frustrations clearly far from gone.

“I cannot stand the way the dowager Queen stares at me so disapprovingly, so expectantly. It’s like they’re both waiting, keeping any affection or respect at bay until I present them with a child. His mother is definitely feeding into this, I cannot expect it otherwise.” she sighed, but then looked up at Rowan, her blue eyes curious. “What did she want, by the way? The other day, something to do with your father?” she asked.

Rowan felt her shoulders tense slightly, not expecting the question. Would this be an appropriate time to bring it up? But if she didn’t she’d be a liar. The last thing she wanted to do was lie to her. As if she wasn’t already lying by omission by not mentioning her past with her husband. Rowan anxiously played with a bracelet before she spoke up.

“Kind of, yes. She made an offer to my father, to take me as her lady in waiting. She said that since my father has been a loyal advisor and confidant, that she wished to reward him by having me stay in the capital in her service.” she said, hoping she didn’t stutter.

“Really?” Lana asked, surprised. “I didn’t think she ever had a lady in waiting!”

“That’s incredible! Rowan, this is huge, not many women get to have such freedoms such a position offers.” Ceryse said, grabbing onto the hand that was holding hers. “It would be foolish not to accept it.”

“I was on the fence about it… with all the rebellions, but my father was also convinced that I’ll be safer here.” she confessed.

“So you’ll accept, right?” Lana asked, her honey brown eyes scanning her.

“Yes. I wanted to talk to her grace, but with everything, I did not wish to bother her.” 

“How exciting! I’m so glad you’ll stay here for longer than a few moons!” Ceryse’s mood perked up. “Although…”

“What? What is it?” Lana asked, curiously looking at the blonde.

“From what I’ve heard, the last ladies in waiting did not last long… I hope she’s not so harsh on you.” Ceryse looked at her, worried.

“I think I’ll be alright, but if not, I won’t be too sad to return home to Starfall.” she offered her a grateful smile to ease her worry.

“But I’d love to have you around here. You’ve no idea how lonely it can get without you two.” Ceryse smiled and Rowan squeezed her hand.

“There’s someone else that would love to have lady Evergreen around.” a playful smile tugged on Lana’s lips.

“Gods, Lana, come on!” Rowan protested, her cheeks feeling hot.

“What’s this about?” Ceryse raised her eyebrows, clearly entertained by what was going on. “Well go on, tell me, I’m in need of cheering up, no?” she playfully pushed on Rowan’s shoulder.

“A certain Tybolt Lannister was flirting with Rowan, just a bit ago. I heard him say he’d be honoured to get to know her better and saw him smiling like an idiot.” Lana went on to describe the happenings to Ceryse, who missed it.

“He was just smiling, it’s nothing like that!” she protested. 

“Oooh, Rowan, he’s the handsome one in the family! And you’ve caught his eye? How exciting is that?” Ceryse giggled, her anger long gone, now replaced with lighthearted curiosity. “Well, what do you think about him?” she urged.

Rowan paused, clearly embarrassed with all the attention.

“I- I barely even had a conversation with him, he bumped into me in the hallway. I cannot say I’ve caught his eye at all. Surely Lana exaggerates!”

“I think you’re in denial Rowan.” she stuck her tongue out to her as Ceryse laughed.

“Why such shyness? You’re lovely, why wouldn’t he be smitten?” Ceryse rubbed her shoulder. “Surely you’ve caught his eye, but has he caught yours?”

“I heard he was recently knighted! Now that’s attractive, no?” Lana teased her further.

Rowan felt her whole face heat up. In truth, she never thought of anyone other than Maegor, ever. No matter how much she tried to push past it and move on, he truly was everything to her, to the point she couldn’t even bring herself to think of anyone else in a romantic sense. It was irresponsible, she knew it, she was now nine and ten, most ladies already betrothed and wed. She knew she would eventually receive an offer, but purely for a political or monetary reason, never a romantic one. Her heart already belonged to someone and it would cause her so much pain, as it already had, but to bring another person into her mess? That would be so cruel. 

But Tybolt was merely being polite, she doubted he was any type of smitten with her, why would he? She gave no such aura of being someone worth swooning over, let alone from the first time meeting. It would be so shallow, they did not know each other. Then again, perhaps she was looking for ways out, to avoid confronting the idea of moving on. For how long could she run away from it really? She tried not to think about it much while she laughed along with her friends.

It was a bittersweet feeling, to cheer her friend up next to the very bed she tried so hard to not think about. She couldn’t bring herself to look at it even for a second. She was relieved the subject had changed from Maegor’s cruel words to Tybolt Lannister’s hair, as it meant she no longer had to walk around her words. Her heart hurt when she pictured Maegor that way. In her eyes he was the most amazing person in the world, but with how he treated his wife, her friend, that image began to crack dramatically. She wanted so badly to blame it on stress over his father’s death, but no matter how frustrated he was, he never should’ve taken it out on Ceryse in such a way. Would it be meddling if she talked to him about it? Was it not overstepping if she did? Ceryse was more than capable of handling herself. She was smart and strong willed, surely she would put him in his place if he said something like that again.

Still, Rowan felt protective over her friend. 

Steam was practically coming out of Maegor’s ears, he was so angry. He stomped all the way to his mother’s solar, the guards at her door all but shivering away. How pathetic. He didn’t hesitate to push open the doors, his eyes scanning the room to find his mother. She was sitting at her desk, the quill still in her hand, as she turned to look at him, a bewildered expression on her face.

“I’m assuming there’s a reason you barged in here without knocking?” she asked with a raised eyebrow, almost amused at her son.

“Who’s this Lannister boy? Tybolt? Why is he in court?” he spat out, trying to stifle his rage.

His mother put the quill down, crossing her legs. She was more amused than anything.

“Tybolt Lannister? He’s the second son of Loren, the former King of the Rock. Quite a charming and handsome young man I’d say. Why all this sudden animosity?” she asked.

Maegor had to bite down his tongue to not raise his voice. What reason did his mother have to think so favourably over that pathetic oaf?

“Did you know he all but threw himself onto Rowan? Flirting with her out in the open, asking her if she were to stay, smiling at her like he wants her! He’s a little punk, that’s all he is! Why is he even still in court? Everyone’s leaving? Why’s his ass not in Casterly Rock?” he spat out, unable to control his rage.

His mother let out a sigh and pinched her nose bridge. She gave him a look of annoyance.

“First of all, you’re acting insane. Secondly, he’s here because he was recently knighted and wants to join your cause to crush the rebellion. He’s on our side.” she paused for a moment, giving her son a look of what he made out to be pity. “Third of all… Maegor, did you think she’d remain in solitude forever?”

Maegor scoffed, hating the feeling of his own mother, his biggest supporter, pitying him.

“What are you implying? That it’s fine he pursues her?” his anger rose again.

“I’m saying that she’s a beautiful young lady, it’s normal that she would have admirers. She’s of age to be wed, why would he not approach her?” she asked, getting up in the meantime to approach her son.

Maegor frowned deeply, shaking his head.

“No. No, no, he’s not worthy to even look at her.” he spat out, eyes pointed to the floor.

“And who is? You?” she asked, her tone sharp.

“Yes, me.” his head shot up, his eyes wild. “I know her better than I know myself, and unlike that pathetic excuse of a knight I can protect her, I can keep her safe! You, of all people, know very well that it was her that was meant to be by my side and me by hers! She was supposed to be my-”

“But she’s not!” his mother’s booming voice shut him up. “I know it still hurts you both greatly, I know. It hurts me to see you two so miserable, but it is done Maegor! You are not the one in charge of her protection. That’s her father, and he entrusted that to me. You’re not the one who decided who shall have her hand either- the man just talked to her, for crying out loud! If she’s happy with him, let them be. Let it go. You cannot expect her to be alone and miserable for the rest of her days.” she said, scanning his face.

Maegor bit down on his tongue so hard it nearly drew blood, his knuckles white from how hard he was squeezing his fists. He was shaking with rage at the mere fact that he dared lay a kiss on her hand- just who did that punk think he was? His mother took his hands in hers, meeting his eyes. She rubbed his hands softly, silently urging him to calm down.

“Take to the skies to clear your mind. It’s always helped me with my anger.” she said, her tone now much softer. “Go on. And try not to yell at anyone on your way there.” she added.

Maegor could only nod as he began to make his way around the unfinished castle, before pausing for a moment. From the top of the balcony, he could see the woman who was haunting his every thought. She was walking in the gardens, hand in hand with Ceryse and Lana, giggling about something. He was still angry with his wife- more so frustrated with her. And now she had the privilege to hold Rowan by the hand and laugh with her. He was jealous of his own wife- his mother was right to think him pitiful. His anger rose again, thinking about what they were probably talking about.

He stomped all the way to the hill Balerion was laying in, feeling the heat that was emanating from his scales reach his face. The great beast sensed his rider when he came closer, his giant eyes opening to focus on him. As if sensing his intentions, he lifted his head, urging Maegor to climb onto the saddle, which he did without hesitation. With a single word, Balerion took to the skies, ground shaking beneath him as he did. 

Maegor breathed, running his gloved hand along his scales. He was hit with thoughts of his father. He wondered how many times he did the exact same thing, taking to the skies to calm his anger, but from his own memory and his mother’s comments, he only took to the skies for purpose, not for leisure. He wondered how he felt when he first claimed him, when he first felt the wind through his hair, the freedom to be above everyone else, the power to annihilate anyone. Then he became bitter again, knowing he’d never know, since he was no longer there, and when he was, Maegor was a mere afterthought. His anger rose again when he thought that Aenys might’ve known, since he was so near and dear to his father’s heart. At his frown, Balerion let out a mighty roar, like he was telling him that he knew, that he felt his rage, that he understood him.

He had wanted Balerion ever since he was a boy. He wanted him, to prove to his father, to everyone, that he was worthy of being the conqueror’s son. That he was the most worthy heir. That he should be his heir instead. And now he had him. They were in the air together, mindlessly flying around, and he was his, the mightiest of dragons, the last to see Old Valyria. Not only him, he also held Blackfyre, the legendary sword his father held. The symbols of his father’s power were now in his hands, not Aenys. The only remaining one was the crown of Valyrian steel, the one his half-brother so foolishly left behind in favour of that golden frivolous thing he wore. 

He was in a dilemma with Aenys. He wanted to take the throne for himself, he wanted it ever since he was a child, he knew he was more worthy. But Aenys welcomed him with open arms, not with the suspicious eyes of their father, nor the perplexed gaze of his aunt. He was pathetic, he could not deny it, but he wanted to be better. Maegor didn’t know what to make of him just yet. His mother assured him that one day, he’d sit the throne, that he was destined for it, but that would mean Aenys would be disgraced or dead. And the more he thought of it, the less favourable those options became. He’d give him a chance, as he promised Rowan he would.

And Rowan, his Rowan, who looked even more beautiful by the day, how would he handle having her so close? How could he bear the thought of another taking her away? Or making her happy and giving her children? Sensing his rage, Balerion let out another roar and Maegor wanted to scream with him. All he could think about was how he’d tear this Lannister punk from limb to limb, that he’d take his hair out one by one, his nails too. He’d make him suffer for even thinking he was good enough to be in her presence. He was beneath her in every possible way. 

He wondered if Rowan ever felt that way about Ceryse, but he doubted it. Even if she was jealous, she was too kind. Not to mention, she was becoming closer with Ceryse. Was she not jealous? Was she not going insane? He was, at the mere thought of another man touching her hand, what did she think of all the things he was doing with his wife? Did she know that every night, it was her he was closing his eyes and dreamed of? That it was her he thought of to make himself go through his duty every night for an heir? That only she could take him to that sweet release and no one else? Was she secretly glad that Ceryse wasn’t pregnant yet? He wouldn’t blame her. He would never blame her for anything.

He held onto the reins tighter when he thought of the future. Who would have the honour to take his Rowan to wife? The thought killed him, it made him want to jump off Balerion to his own end, than to ever have to see her with another. All he wanted was to hold her. He wanted to take her to the skies ever since he was a boy, to show her the cities from above, to give her that feeling of freedom, to hold onto her on the saddle and cover her in kisses. But here he was, alone and angry. 

He then wondered how many times his mother did the same, taking to the skies with Vhagar to clear her mind. He knew how she felt about his father and his aunt. He did not push her to talk about it, but he knew. He truly took after her, he guessed, as this was very relaxing. He ran his hand through the warm black scales, earning a noise of content from the black dread. 

He really felt pathetic in that moment as the anger melted away with the clouds. He was still so resentful and angry at his father, for ignoring him, for pushing him and his mother away in favour of his ‘other’ family, for only paying attention to him when he deemed him worthy, and yet he craved those moments of approval like nothing else in the world. His approval was the only reason he did not push the matter of marrying Ceryse any further and where had that gotten him? His father barely made moves to be better and now he was dead and gone and Maegor was stuck in a miserable marriage, having to watch his love from afar. His father even dared suggest he disgrace his Rowan by taking her as a mistress. He never felt anger that strong, that blinding before. He still remembered that moment so clearly. The satisfaction of beating his own father, the mighty conqueror, down to the floor was unlike anything. So why did he miss him so terribly?

Why did he still feel like a boy, begging his father for attention, for approval, when he was now bigger than him, stronger than him in every way? It was a lot to process, perhaps why he avoided it for so long. He wanted nothing but to fall into Rowan’s embrace, her comforting hands running through his hair, just like when they were young. His brows furrowed.

He’d show her that the Lannister was not worthy of her attention, not even a second of it.

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Fluffbruary - Day 15 (radio)

Fifteen day of @fluffbruary, using the prompt "radio"

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"He told me he was back and I should stop complaining." Says the voice on the phone. In the studio, everyone makes a face. 

"He cheated on you for two years without an ounce of remorse, he's someone who won't change for love. And I doubt there's any love there. You have to leave him, he already destroyed your trust in him, you will destroy yourself if you stay with him." 

Everyone nodded, but the young woman on the other end of the line said nothing.

"The question you have to ask yourself is: 'What do I want to build with this person? Ask yourself if you see yourself with him in several years."

Still nothing, John signalled to the control room if the call was disconnected. They signalled that it was not.

"Leila? Are you still there?" It was a fake name, she wanted to keep her identity anonymous so they had agreed on a name at the beginning of the call.

"Yes... I'm here, it's just that- I love him, but he hurt me so much I could never forgive him." She's on the verge of tears, her voice trembling. "I don't want to see him anymore, but part of me wants to believe, to hold on to it."

"I can't give you a magic solution, I can only help you with your choice." Reminds John.

"Remember the questions you can ask yourself. It can help you a lot." Brings up Mike.

"I know it sounds silly, but talk to your close friends. If they really care about you, they'll tell you what they really think. And they know you and your boyfriend better than we do. Having an outside perspective can only help. Sometimes you just have to take a step back from the situation."

"Yeah, I'll do that. I've got my best friend who won't hesitate to tell me what she'd do in my place."

"Perfect! I'm sorry but we'll have to leave, our time is up. It's been a pleasure Leila, I hope everything works out for you."

"Thank you so much, John. That really helped me. Good luck with the rest."

The control room signals that the call is definitely cut off, and that he should finish the show.

"Ladies, gentlemen and others, this is unfortunately the end of our show. Sorry for all the people waiting for us to take your call. But remember that our advice doesn't just apply to one person. You can apply it to your situation to help you move forward. And if you have any feedback, other tips for us or to help our callers, please feel free to put it on our website doctoroftheheart/kingscollege.com."

The "on air" light went out and John sighed with relief. Finally finished. 

He joined the university radio station three months ago. It's entirely student-run. Mike told him about it when he complained that he wanted to play rugby but it was too time-consuming, so he offered to join the team and do a show once a week. This gives John time for his medical classes, and every Wednesday night for three hours he gets out of his shabby flat to think about other things and help people with their heart problems with Mike. They call the show " Doctor of the Heart". 

"The ratings are up again from last week. Looks like your show is doing well, John." Comes a deep voice behind him. John jumped, not having seen the man coming up behind him.

"Sherlock, you scared me."

What he hadn't thought about when he joined the radio was that he might find the most handsome and intelligent man he'd ever met. Sherlock has had an effect on him since he arrived and if he thought it would pass with time, he was wrong and feels like he's falling for the man with the impeccable suit and the unbeatable brain a little more each week

"Must be the experience." Mike replied to Sherlock's remark.

He was known to be in one relationship after another, and when he saw Sherlock look up at the mention of his former partners, he never regretted it more.

"We're going for a drink, do you want to come with us?" Molly asks. She's in charge of programming and despite her shyness, everyone respects her ideas and requests. Everyone loves her, especially Greg, the one in charge of the budget. 

"Good idea!" John said.

Mike nodded too and against all odds, so did Sherlock. He's known to be anti-social and grouchy. Not that John doesn't like him coming with them.

They leave the building where the radio station is located, and head for the nearest bar. It's eight o'clock at night, the young people are just starting their parties, and if John didn't have an exam the next morning, he would have stayed until late. 

Instead he just drinks a pint of beer, talking with the others about future projects, organisation, but also about college, courses, the most boring teachers, and their love life. Young people's topics.

"And that's how Sherlock managed to make the toughest teacher in the whole college cry. I thought everyone was going to applaud him. Sherlock did the impossible." Laughs Molly. Everyone is almost folded in half, Sherlock with a proud sneer.

"He wanted to know what I thought. He never made it clear he was talking about the course, not his dead dog." Explained Sherlock.

The laughter resumed around the table.

"Oh my God, you're my hero." Said John between laughs. Not everyone missed Sherlock's blush, except John.

The conversations continue throughout the evening, until one by one they go home as the clock ticks down, so that John ends up alone with Sherlock and Mike. The latter is his roommate, and seeing his friend's slightly drunken state, John thinks it's wiser to go home with him. He's never held his liquor, which makes John smile but also sigh as he remembers that he's the one who'll have to drag him to bed. 

"Joooooohn. You know you're the best mate ever." Says Mike as John pulls him out of his seat and off the bar. John laughs while trying to keep his friend upright. 

"You tell me that every time you have more than three drinks."

"Need any help?"

John turned to Sherlock. He accepted without thinking. A little help wouldn't hurt him. John put an arm around his shoulders and Sherlock, because of his height, took Mike over his arm and together they managed to get him out of the bar, towards their flat. Thank God they are only a five minute walk away.

"John is the best thing that could happen to you." Mike said to Sherlock.

John rolled his eyes but couldn't stop his blush. When he attempts a look at Sherlock, he seems captivated by what Mike is saying.

"He's a good friend. He'll do anything to help you. And he's handsome too." Mike finishes with a wink. Sherlock smiled, amused.

"He seems to like you."

"Whenever he drinks a little too much, he likes to say that everyone is great. You shouldn't listen to him, the alcohol exaggerates everything he says."

"I don't think he's wrong." Says Sherlock while looking him up and down suggestively. John is speechless. Is he hitting on him? John hopes with all his heart that he is. He loves his friend Mike, but what he would give not to have him between them right now.

The road continued like this, Mike talking about his great friends, especially John. Sherlock listens to everything he says, and smiles when Mike compliments the future doctor. 

***

"His room is on the right." 

Sherlock let go of Mike and went to open the door, John following behind with the weight his friend has become. He set him down -threw him down to be honest- on the bed and stretched his tired muscles before starting to prepare his friend for the night. If he didn't do it now, he would fall asleep and it would be impossible to wake him up.

"Help me take off his shoes." John asks Sherlock.

Sherlock did so and soon Mike was rid of his shoes, John taking off his shirt while the dark-haired man removed his coat. Mike didn't move, half asleep, muttering into his beard. Without telling him, Sherlock searched and quickly found his pyjamas and handed them to John. The latter thanked him, still as surprised as ever to be beaten to his every word and gesture.

It was too cold in the flat to leave him in just his boxers so John put the T-shirt on him, and started to take off his trousers when Mike stood up suddenly to the surprise of the other two men. "You should do that with Sh'rlock." He said with a wink. John blushed and didn't dare look at Sherlock. Instead, he continued to remove his friend's trousers and finally slipped him under the sheets.

He walked out of the room, Sherlock at his heels.

"Sorry about..." He said with a wave of his hand towards Mike's room.

Sherlock shrugged his shoulders. "That was fun to see." He said with an amused look.

John offered him something to drink but Sherlock refused, saying he had to go home. Something to do with his brother apparently. John was disappointed, this is one of the few times he is finally alone with him. He accompanies him down the block. He's a gentleman after all.

"Thanks for the help, I don't know how I would have done it without you." Says John once he gets to the bottom of the building.

"It was a pleasure." Sherlock looked him straight in the eye, a slight smile on his lips. The streetlights lit up his face, making it soft but as if untouchable. 

When John thought he was going to turn to leave, he caught him walking towards him. He kissed him gently on the cheek before pulling away to give him a seductive smile. "Good night, John." He said in his deep voice before abandoning him outside the building. 

John watched him go, his mouth hanging open, the feel of his lips on his cheek. When he saw Sherlock turn the corner, disappearing from his field of vision, he woke up from his trance and started to run after him. He caught up quickly, tugging on his arm to get his attention.

"You could do it properly next time." He said before pulling him towards him to kiss him. 

He felt Sherlock tense in surprise before relaxing, his hands settling in the hollow of his back to pull him closer. John framed his face, diving even deeper into the kiss. He's kissed dozens of people, but never with such intensity, a shiver running through his body as their lips move together.

They are breathless when they part, not letting go of each other.

"I'll try to remember that next time." Sherlock finally says. Still dazed from the kiss, it took John a while to figure out what he was referring to. They laughed stupidly. "I'll have that last drink after all." 

John could only smile and pull him by the hand towards the flat.

Everyone applauded them when they returned hand in hand the following week to John's radio show.

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Hey Ava!

About the anon opinion (but I don’t have a problem to do it from my account)…

And it’s just a thought, is there a bit of Quinn in you? Or is there a bit of you in Quinn? I ask this because I think we leave bits or Orta of our souls into each story here and there ✨

Oh Mar, get ready, you opened the floodgate! This is something I almost made a post about a bit ago 😬 but I wasn’t sure if anyone cared.

But beware I totally just realized there’s hella spoilers in here!!!!

So, yes, both ways. I’m not sure how to explain it, but, there are things she likes that I don’t love but as I’m writing this (and trying to write in general today) I’m listening to Wu-Tang Clan cause that’s what she likes, and I also don’t know jack shit about sports the way she does 😂😂😂 (I don’t even watch sports) but there are parts of me that I have thrown into her and are at the core of her personality: I almost went to college in New York and it’s a place that although I’ve never been for some reason I will always long for, I almost minored in Art History (if you can’t tell my love for it from some of the other pieces I’ve wrote), I have wanted to be a tattoo artist for going on 15 years now, the purple hair and some of the piercings, although to my dismay I have FAR less tattoos than I always thought I would by almost 30.

But, at the core of it, she is a lot of different stories and people that I hold near and dear to me.

My best friend met her husband at the wrong time while he was sleeping at friends houses because his wife was pregnant with another guys baby and so they got divorced. They got together before the divorce was finalized and now they’re happily married.

She’s the women I know that I have worked with and talked to with bruises and black eyes and tried to convince them that they are going to end up dead if they don’t get out while they can, because statistically if someone will grab you by the throat they are very likely to kill you.

She’s the people I know, including myself, that have turned their life around from drinking and substance use and abuse. Before I was even 21 I wrecked a car in the middle of winter and gave myself a terrible concussion that I still think I suffer from issues with.

She’s the friend I have that uprooted her life and moved away to go do great things that I’ll always be envious of for having the courage to start life over and be thriving.

She’s the few women I know, with one in particular, who was able to successfully tarnish the name for a local police officer to the point that he can barely show his face around, that she married, because he beat and manipulated her until she was sick to her stomach.

She’s the women that I know that have lost children and the way that that’s affected them after the fact, whether they try again or don’t and how they handle that.

She is also a lot of the things I am not. I’m thankful I’ve never been in a relationship where I’m unsafe, but, I know people who have, and so on and so forth, so I guess she’s all the little snippets of people I’ve known that have decided to stick with me through the years and in a way it’s my way of saying I’ve seen them and heard their stories.

I’m sure there’s so many other little nuggets I’m forgetting about but maybe I’ll reblog this again if I remember.

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Interview with TikTok Star, Caoimhe Morris

February 25, 2020

TikTok is a rapidly growing social media app, created when ByteDance, a Beijing-based company, spent $1 billion to purchase Musical.ly and merged their own app Douyin (Chinese: 抖音) with it. The new app was launched in 2017. Rising in popularity each year since. In 2019, CNET announced TikTok was the 7th most downloaded mobile app of the decade, from 2010 to 2019. 

It is a micro-video app, one where users create and share videos from 15 to 60 seconds. The editing features are leagues above the standard social media apps, more comparable to that of professional editing software. 1,000 of features, from instant eye recoloring to flaming backgrounds, all with a single click. The app has videos for anyone and everyone ranging from cooking, vlogging, comedy, music, politics, and cosplay.

I asked a TikToker I’ve been following if I could interview her, she said yes. She is Caoimhe Morris, @caoimhemorris on TikTok, who has 910.7 K followers and 23.9 million likes. She is a cosplayer, famous for creating and acting as her own characters.

* 3/21/20 Update, due to user scandals Caoimhe is no longer friends with @clapdaddie (Colton) or @infernumasylum (Ian). She is distancing her account from them both and no longer working with either.

McPherson: What would you like our readers to know about you?

Morris: I am a geeky girl that likes to dress up and act like other people. 

McPherson: How has your life changed because of this app?

Morris: I didn’t really notice how much this app had changed my life until I realized I only hang out with TikTokers now and not even on purpose. I literally have made so many amazing friends on this app and have had so many unforgettable experiences like traveling or getting to work with brands I never thought I would, overall I’m just so grateful for getting this far. 

McPherson: Is there anything you’d change if you were given a second chance?

Morris: I try not to live with regrets because they make you into the person you are.

McPherson: How do you edit so well?

Morris: I loved the creative field even when I was younger, I wanted to act, make films, draw basically do anything under the sun but I didn’t have the people to really put it together so I taught myself how to edit, film etc so I could just do it myself. 

McPherson: What has been the best moment you’ve had so far on the app?

Morris: The best moment I’ve had on this app is probably anytime in Aruba. Gil, Jayden, Colton, the twins, Ian, Gilean and everyone else in this little familia is amazing and to know that I didn’t know them a couple months ago is crazy because I feel like I’ve known them for so long at this point and memories we have created are unforgettable. 

McPherson: What has been the worst moment you’ve had so far on the app?

Morris: Probably when I put a lot of hard work into a video and no one sees it, that’s a little disheartening but it’s ok next video will be better.  McPherson: Do you think the friendships you’ve made with other creators will last?

Morris: I hope so! I know some of us will drift apart but there are some that I am pretty sure will last a long time.  McPherson: Are there any new original characters secrets you could share? Backstories, new characters?

Morris: I have a new character I’m working on where her band and her are cursed and anytime they play their music they turn into these “creatures” but apart from that new characters are still in the works. Secrets wise the only secret I can think of is a lot of people don’t know that Frenchie kisses her victims on the cheek after she kills them. [Frenchie is Caoimhe’s mafia character.]

McPherson: Do you see yourself moving into more social media apps anytime soon?

Morris: Probably I would love to do more YouTube stuff but I think right now TikTok is good enough for me!

LeAnne McPherson

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My Review of Requiem of the Rose King

How did I get into this anime? Let’s just see what my thoughts were the second I saw the promo poster.

“This looks like something that should have been made 15 years ago and something Studio Gonzo should have put a pin in. Are there going to be a bunch of Texans doing English accents? This looks to be promising to the female yaoi demographic. How is there not an ALI PROJECT song prepared for this? Wait, can we still get an ALI PROJECT song for this anime? Why isn’t there an ALI PROJECT song for this anime?!”

This story is loosely based on Shakespeare's plays. England has been in a hot-bed of royal fights over which house is fitting of being crowned King of England, the house of York or the house of Lancaster. At the beginning of our story, it’s decided that Henry VI is the rightful king. But let’s see if a certain Richard has a say in the matter.

Richard is the third son to the Duke of York (and his name’s sake). Richard was loved by his father but despised by his mother. Take your pick, it could be because Richard is neither man nor woman, Richard was born under a bad omen, or the fact that Richard looks absolutely nothing like his parents or his brothers. Despite the harsh shitty upbringing, he’s still devoted to his father and wants to help his father pursue the crown.

However, Richard’s father fell to defeat at the hands of the house of Lancaster. But Richard is determined to keep the dream alive by having his elder brothers Edward and George hold the crown once it was won by any means necessary. He’s not afraid of getting his hands dirty or setting up anyone that gets in his way. But aside from that, there is a bit of a love story that revolves around Richard and Henry VI.

Neither of them knows of each other’s family name (at the beginning), but things get tumultuous when everything is out in the open.

BETWEEN THE SUB AND THE DUB: Before I go into who is in this anime, I must always praise this one voice actor. Mitsuki Saiga! If you need someone who can play literally every gender in the known world and even a few undiscovered ones and Megumi Ogata is in the can, Mitsuki Saiga can get the job done! Okay now that I got that out of my system, FUNimation nabbed this one at the last minute and saw it quite fitting to give this an English dub. Oh fuck! The Texas brigade dubbing something clearly British! It’s Black Butler all over again where J. Michael Tatum is the clear winner and everything else is on levels between ‘okay’ and ‘cringe’. I don’t know. I’m not brave enough to hear the English version. Here’s what you might recognize these folks from.

JAPANESE CAST: *Richard is played by Mitsuki Saiga (known for Drew on Pokemon AG, Maria on FMA, Yelena on Attack on Titan, Henry on Black Clover, Kurako on Princess Jellyfish, Wolfram on Kyou Kara Maou, and Rossiu on Gurren Lagann)

*Henry is played by Hikaru Midorikawa (known for Zel on Slayers, Zora on Black Clover, Tamahome on Fushigi Yugi, Li on Code Geass, Yoshino on Clannad, Best Jeanist on My Hero Academia, and 16 on DBZ)

ENGLISH CAST: *Richard is played by Ciaran Strange

*Henry is played by Landon Mcdonald (known for Enmu on Demon Slayer: Mugen Train, Shun on Rent-A-Girlfriend, and Shiba on Tokyo Revengers)

SHIPPING: Characters screwing each other in more ways than once. There’s a lot of betrayal, usurping, and manipulating people’s emotions just to get their way.

Yeah, that’s Shakespeare!

Anyone named Henry loved Richard. Anyone who looked like Henry VI loved Richard. Anyone whose sperm has come from a Henry and has a penis loved Richard. Is that gay enough for you now, fangirls? Okay, how about any women? Yes, there was Ann, Richard’s childhood friend. Ann loves Richard too, but she’s being lead astray because of her father and her betrothed.

Oh sure, Ann does return to Richard. But that’s only after she becomes a pregnant widow. But this is such a staged marriage. They haven’t slept with each other! Well Ann doesn’t know about Richard’s peculiar body, so we can’t blame him there. Richard still yearns for Henry even though he’s long gone. Even after that, Richard finds himself spending nights with Buckingham. Richard almost ended up in certain trouble after many nights of fucking. But the point is, there’s a lot to unpack here. At least Richard isn’t the only person with a messed-up love life in the family. His eldest brother Edward really is no better.

Let’s just say that when it comes to Edward, he has shitty taste in women. He was betrothed to another woman at the start of his kingdom when he met Elizabeth and got married to her. And don’t get me started on that bitch either. She married into the royal family with the mission of destroying it because they killed her first husband. She didn’t love Edward. She just wanted to have babies with him and have them take over and do her bidding when they’re older. Even when married with kids, Edward had a bit of a hedonistic lifestyle. I honestly think he fucked around too much and caught something.

Do I have a ship that I support? I know fans of the franchise have chosen what side they want to be on when it comes to Richard. Team Henry, Team Henry, Team Henry, or Team Catesby. I’m just going along for the ride and seeing what happens next. Go team!

HALFWAY MARK: The York’s getting the crown for England wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Warwick (a long-time ally) turned out to be a double-crosser early on. He betrayed King Edward and offered his daughter Ann to Edward of Lancaster. But to cover his bases, he offered his other daughter to King Edward’s brother George. It all comes crashing down as Warwick is taken out on the battlefield by Buckingham (posed as Richard). The Lancaster family is captured. Edward is murdered in front of his mother by Richard. Edward is fine by this as he does have a thing for Richard. Like I said, any sperm that came from Henry has a thing for Richard.

But the biggest hit for Richard came in the form of learning that Henry was indeed THAT Henry, the previous king and (to Richard) the reason why his father perished. Though we all know that it was Henry’s wife Margaret that killed Richard’s father. Henry winds up with a bout of amnesia and is unable to remember Richard or the time they spent together. Richard’s mother goes and makes things worse by poisoning Henry with words disparaging her son. You’ll find this happens a lot throughout the rest of the series. Hearing Henry repeat his mother’s words made Richard snap and kill Henry. Of course, Richard had orders by his older brother to kill Henry, but I think Richard was acting on impulse. After that, he hooks up with Ann (after he kills her husband, father-in-law, and father).

We then get into a time-leap. King Edward is a skirt-chaser. George is drunk. And Richard is married to Ann and taking care of her and the baby she had with her previous husband. But everyone seems to believe the lie that the kid is Richard’s. Even though Ann’s child looks like her previous husband and IS his. I will not say the names of the kids these people had because everyone’s name is the fucking same. Geez England, add some different names please. Not everybody has to be named Richard, Edward, Henry, and Elizabeth.

ENDING: Richard is now King of England. Now it wasn’t an easy path to get to the throne and he was behind several people in line. First, both of Richard’s brothers died almost at the same time. George was murdered and King Edward croaked from an unspecified illness. Next in line would be King Edward’s eldest son (who is still a child). Richard and Buckingham had to take care of King Edward’s crazy widow in the meantime. She had her eyes on the throne and a slow-moving coup in the works with her supporters. Richard was able to do away with Elizabeth and her children. A few episodes later, two of her children were poisoned and I’m sure Richard will get blamed for that. And then a certain thorn in Richard’s side continues to stir up trouble and that is his mother. She tries to get the public enraged by telling them Richard is a demon. But a stunt by Buckingham and Richard fooled the public and they are all in agreement that he must become king.

But Richard’s problems are only beginning. There’s still that slow-moving coup I was talking about in the works to oust him. Henry might still be alive. Richard’s body is still a cluster-fuck! No, seriously it is! He has breasts, a penis, and now I think he has a uterus. At least it feels like it when he got a check-up and we’re aware of how many nights he’s together with Buckingham. This however wasn’t the only time Buckingham fucked Richard as he kinda betrayed the crown and was beheaded as a result. Now Richard is going through some severe Henry-withdrawal. Oh yeah, Buckingham’s real name was Henry. Imagine that! Another character named Henry that has an unhealthy lust for Richard. Just because Buckingham is dead doesn’t mean the trouble is over. An uprising is coming from this weird guy that we see smiling and plotting, Lord Richmond. He thinks he deserves the crown and wants the death of Richard. In fact, he’s the guy that gave the poison candies to Edward’s sons.

Richard’s wife Ann was worried as her health was declining due to tuberculosis and wants her son to have nothing to do with the crown. So Ann dies and they fake her son’s death and have him go in hiding with a fake name. And then Richard’s crazy mother (who I’m surprised is still alive given the average life span of this family) comes out to call him a demon once more and rooting for Richmond to defeat her son. To top it off, I’m pretty sure he caught tuberculosis from his now deceased wife.

So now it’s a showdown between Richard III and Lord Richmond. Who will come out vict…I don’t even need to finish that question because everyone and their mother knows who wins. Richmond takes out Richard. But we end with Richard’s only loyal ally Catesby coming to rescue him. But we’re pretty sure Richard is done for. Whether it was the battle or the tuberculosis, he’s done for.

Shakespeare works are not for everyone. Even the more amusing ones like A Midsummer Night’s Dream are not for everyone. It’s an odd taste. And it’s not going to help when the mangaka comes out to say that the manga has so much more that the anime has neglected to show and a lot more sex scenes. In my case, it does entice me to read the manga. I’ve seen so many thoughts on the internet surrounding this one particular anime. Most of them hate it and others see it as an underrated classic. I just thought it was okay.

In fact, I would like to think of this anime as a picture book. Maybe it was just bad timing with me and most people who watched this anime at the exact same time as Demon Slayer’s recent season. Because going from that to Requiem can give you whiplash. But the way the animation was, it almost felt like a picture book. That’s the nicest way I can put it for an anime that doesn’t show much in terms of a battle when every other episode has Richard in a battle.

If you are a Shakespeare enthusiast, I would say give it a chance. This wasn’t my cup of tea, but I’m glad I was able to give it a chance. I’ll still stay on the record that Romeo x Juliet was the best anime adaptation of a Shakespeare play.

If you would like to watch Requiem of the Rose King, FUNimation and Crunchyroll have every episode (including the recap) available for streaming.

[remcycl333]

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hi idk maybe it's just me but for my bf (18) & me (16) it's not weird at all ! (imo)

i honestly think it just depends on what age you meet! if u meet them when they're 18+ & ure still a minor its weird asf if they see u romantically !

in my case we've known each other since we were 14 & 15 (my bday is in may while his is in september) so we know each other well already, we were friends b4 & then best friends etc. i still think it should also depend on how mature the younger person is! depending on circumstances, how they grew up, their thinking blah blah.

if it comes to age gaps especially if one of the is a minor i would DEFINITELY recommend being good friends first !!! getting into a relationship w someone who's 18 or 18+ & u just know for a few weeks is 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩 ure a victim.

ok yes your situation is different since you met so young while you were both minors, but no!!!! being friends with a minor first with the intention of then dating them is BAD. that is grooming!!! if you are 14/15/16 and an adult 18+ wants to be friends with you, RUN. at age 18, i had absolutely no desire to even have a conversation with someone who was 16 or younger, and all of my friends felt the same exact way.

also, no. it does not matter how “mature” the minor is. literally an adult man calling you “mature” is never a compliment, it is manipulative. and it’s them justifying their own attraction to you. no 16 year old is mature, i hate to say it. we all think we are mature at that age, but then you grow up and you become an adult and you’re like LOL how did i think i was mature i was a baby??

if you are a minor, you can’t choose whether or not you are a victim in a situation. it’s not a choice. that’s why you see grown adults getting arrested for having relationships with teenagers even tho the teenager thinks they consented. you don’t get to decide if it’s weird or not, and if you are a minor and someone that is 18+ is pursuing you, RUN.