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Fanart Friday - What? Two fan art posts in one week? Eh, why wait? This time around it’s 2B from the upcoming SquareEnix/Platinum Games release, Nier: Automata. I went into the demo without any knowledge of the game other than it was a loosely connected sequel and and became an instant fan. When I decided I was going to try a rendition, I chose to go for a more subtle approach to her design, I also really wanted to try replicating the texture detail of her outfit.

  • Me: I am an independent woman who don't need no relationship
Episode 2 ... eh... spoilers?

I’m gonna tease you all to  death with dialogues like these, so you can make your own theories while I work on episode 2. I wanted to make this dialogue a scene but I couldn’t fit it in, so instead I’m leaving it as a written post for the people that follow me <3

Let the theories begin.


(Inside an AMD HQ - Day after the failed attempt at peace between humans and monsters)

“You don’t happen to know where the hate is right?”

-“…. I have no idea what are you talking about”

“C'mon Jessica. I know you have it traped somewhere. As soon as the barrier broke, I saw it go outside, looking for a new host. But the AMD managed to contain it somehow and locked it away somewhere”

-“You told me that we don’t need that substance to do what you want. Didn’t you?. Let’s just get what we came for and leave”

*Access granted. Welcome to Room 37 Miss Jessica*

 I said we didn’t need it… for now… but we don’t know what monsters are capable of. They did manage to kill a couple of children that used magic against them remember?


“Heehee, easy… I was just teasing you…”

-“…I’ll go get the substance after this, in case we need it

 "You don’t mind if a few humans die in the process right?. Don’t worry, it won’t be more than the amount of children that had to pay for the monsters’ freedom" 

-”.. is there… another way we could do this?“

"I can asure you there was another way for Asgore to go through the barrier without having to kill 6 of them… but that didn’t stop him… Will this stop you?”


“Good. I’ll met you where we agreed tomorrow. Bye bye”

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Two Moods of INFJ

Eh, it’s looking particularly gloomy today. Maybe I’ll just sit down and read a book, quite relaxing. Hello there, I would appreciate it if you remained quiet, thanks! If you want, we can go out for a drink later on.



Alright maybe that was a bittttt of an exagerration. But I guess it’s fairlyyy accurate?

Hey, weird thing???


I’ve now spent approximately the same amount/slightly more time being post-op than I spent wearing a bra/binder??

Life is fuckin WEIRD.


Day 2: Oct 31st
Prompt: Risqué
Risqué: (related to sexual romance) indecent, not moderate.
Title: Hot Spring.
Rating: M.
This fanfic might not be for everyone.
Summary: After the war was over, they decided to relax and what better way could there be than a hot spring? But there are more problems to deal with. Like finding Kakashi-sensei’s true identity and- wait! Is Sakura naked!? /post war/ sasusaku/ team 7
A/N: This story isn’t supposed to be decent as the prompt says (though I’m not too good at writing (.. eh?) dirty romance but I thought about giving it a try. I hope it turns out as good as I wanted it to be..
AND I have literally 0% idea of what happens in Japanese hot springs so if something feels inappropriate, please tell me, I’ll fix it.
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The luke warm water, mixed with medicinal herbs, felt heavenly to their skin. The heat seemed to have healed all the tensed and bruised muscles of their body. The smoke that made their facial skin appear soft and the sensation of the cozy water that brushed their epidermis, was indeed relaxing.

It was, after all, a good idea to relax at a hot spring in the mighty village of Konoha than to be treated by the current hokage at Ichiraku’s. The previous members of the original squad seven were presently, celebrating their victory at the fourth great shinobi war by ‘relaxing’.

“The war sure left me tired.” uttered the hero of the village, Uzumaki Naruto.

“I agree with you at that one, Naruto.” Said the medic, Haruno Sakura.

“Hn.” muttered the sole survivor of the Uchiha, Sasuke.

“The moment when Kaguya arrived, sure left me scared.” Sakura stated.

“But we kicked rabbit-granny’s ass!” grinned Naruto.

“At least stay quiet here and relax.” Sasuke sighed for the hundredth time that day.

First, his two teammates couldn’t decide on where to go and ‘celebrate’ the defeat of the enemy. The argument about ramen or hot bath kept going on forever until Kakashi, the sixth hokage arrived and declined Naruto’s suggestion. After that, they couldn’t decide on whether Sakura should go and take a bath alone (which she preferred) or join the guys, but due to Naruto’s debate on how his ‘precious’ Sakura-chan would be lonely without him, she ended up taking a combined bath with the duo and their teacher. The masked ninja, on the other hand, was yet to be discovered.

Old habits sure die hard. Sasuke thought to himself as he smiled at olden memories.

“Sasuke’s right. Lets forget about the war at least tonight!” Naruto grinned, yet again, which in turn made Sakura smile and give up the idea of discussing the horrible war.

“Yo!” finally, arrived the most awaited 'guest’ for the night, Hatake Kakashi.

His face never once failed to hide his identity. The white mask covered his face while a small, white towel wrapped around his waist. His idly, sluggish eyes were the only thing visible of his face.

Looking at the infamous mask of Kakashi, three eye rolls were directed towards him. Even though he owed them a reason for being late, they avoided any sort of questioning since they had a clear idea of what type of a reply they would get.

“It seems like you guys arrived pretty early.” He stated as he drenched himself in the soothing, warm water.

Naruto looked over his left shoulder, only to be met by a pair of soft, green eyes giving him that evil look. A smirk was directed towards him as he smirked back at the raven haired boy. Sakura took a look at Sasuke as they shared the same expression. Emeralds looking into deep, dark pearls of the avenger. They understood each other’s motives as the trio decided to complete their previously incomplete 'mission’.

A knock was heard at the door and the blonde Uzumaki told the knocker to come in. An employee came in with a tray filled with food and sake. After an exchange of 'thank you’ and 'you’re welcome’, the door got closed again, leaving team 7 and their 'beloved’ sensei alone.

“wanna have ramen? Kakashi-sensei? Asked a hopeful blonde, but the hope was shattered when the former holder of the sharingan nodded his head, no.

’'Ne, Kakashi-sensei, you want to eat dango?” Sakura offered the small plate of dango to the masked hokage with that puppy look in her eyes.

Even though the son of the 'white fang’ understood their intentions completely, still, he couldn’t say no to a girl when she had such a cute look in her eyes.

“If you say so, Sakura.” he smiled behind his mask as he took one of the sticks in his hand.

'still the same old pervert.’ Sasuke muttered under his breath but his rival didn’t fail to listen.

“Its no time to be jealous, Sasuke. Concentrate.” the last part was whispered, making the Uchiha look away, pouting his lips.

Three pairs of eyes were focused solely on Hatake Kakashi as he placed his fingers on his mask in an attempt to remove it while his right hand held the offered dango.

Curiosity, novelty, excitement.

It appeared in those eyes.

Suddenly, the temperature of the luke warm water rose for a second, leaving a thick screen of smoke, blurring the vision. As Naruto chocked, Sasuke grunted and Sakura panicked, Hatake Kakashi did his job. As the cover of clouds settled itself, their sensei was already done with eating leaving three jaws hanging.

“what was it just now?” asked the confused pinkette.

“we failed again, Sakura-chan.” A dramatic look ruled the expressions of the Jinchuriki.

“Loser. Let me try now.” The holder of the rinnegan held the bottle of sake with all the determination in this world. Turning towards his former teacher, he cleared his throat before speaking.

“Kakashi.” he paused. “drink it.” he offered (ehm, ordered) the current hokage.

Kakashi smiled.


A roaring laughter could be heard in the room filled with water vapors and heart break. Sasuke glared at him before taking a deep breath in.

“what was that again, bastard?” said Naruto, holding back them chuckles.

“Humph.” was all he grunted before he removed the cap from the bottle of sake and started gulping until he could no longer accumulate the amount in his belly.

Naruto snatched the bottle from his hands and drank until he appeared like a pregnant woman. Sakura watched the two of them releasing the despair of failing the same mission for past 4 years by drinking and she didn’t want to be the one left behind. She took the bottle away from Naruto and gulped in what was left in that container.

And then they were… wasted.

Kakashi sighed as he tried to flee from the situation.

“OH NO YOU DON’T!” Naruto screamed in his no longer sensible state. He quickly got out of the water, without having a care for his exposed privates, and tried to catch the escaping 'prisoner’.

“Get.. him NARUTO!” Sakura cheered on him as she and Sasuke got out of the pool of water as well. She tried to run but her current drunk state didn’t let her and she soon lost sight of the blonde savior and the silver-haired kage. Sasuke ran until he couldn’t see them anymore due to his clouded eyes. Giving up, he turned around to get back into the water but his eyes caught sight of something-

“Did we lose them?” asked Sakura. A fainted blush covered her cheeks, eyes half-lidded, hair damp and voice husky. And her body? it was adorable. Pale skin, a pair of round breasts, thin waist, flat stomach and shiny, long legs. She was definitely adorable.

But wait, why could he see all that? was he day dreaming? Or was she.. naked?

Right in front of him?

The scene made him blush like an idiot and he tried to look away. How could he let himself lose to the likes of sake?

“what happened, Sasuke-kun?” He almost fell to his feet as he noticed how close she was to him. Centimeters away. The blush on her face was darker than before and the innocence never lost its presence.

“S-Sakura..” he whispered.

“You’re big, Sasuke-kun.”

The compliment made his ears and neck boil in embarrassment as he took a look at himself.

where was his towel, any way?

“Lets go back in the water until we find something to cover ourselves.”

“why? don’t you like it this way?” the seductive tone in her voice was increasing with the increasing affect of sake. And his self-control was decreasing due to the same reason.

He grabbed her by the hand as he lead her to the previous place. The water was splashed all over the place and the smoke was still lightly covering it. He took every step with precaution but a wet sponge on his way decided otherwise. One wrong step, and there he was, flat on his back on the wet surface with a beautiful, naked girl on top of him. Even though he was, by then, aware of his growing feelings for her, he couldn’t let sake spoil the affection and care he was holding.

But the look on her face, flushed, innocent, inviting, made him change his mind. As much as he tried to control his manly desires, the too-comfortable placement of her breasts on his chest, their stomachs pressed against each other and her legs tangled with his, making their insides touch, was a little-too-much for him to handle. And further more, his growing sentiment for Haruno Sakura, made him give in.

His vision was, by then, clouding with passion and his lone hand splayed across her back. Her skin felt wet to his touch and his hand felt warm on her skin. Their blazing, smoldering eyes met, leaving them both helpless to their desires. She lowered her head to meet his gaze while he lifted himself up to claim her lips.

The texture of her lips was gentle but the force with which she smashed them on his rough ones, was surely not that gentle. She ran her tongue over his lips, over where they met, just inside of them, tracing their outline with the tip of her moist tongue. He gasped at the unexpected move and she used the opportunity to increase the passion. Their tongues massaging, lips brushing and souls meeting. She swirled her tongue to explore every single undiscovered place in his mouth as he kept his enraging needs under control.

They broke free after some good minutes, pausing only when their lips barely touched. Panting, breathing each other’s air. The blood in his veins was buzzing by the time she looked at him with that lustful look again. Her eyes, burning in the thirst of his taste. And with that, he knew she was craving for him, as much as he was for her.

“Sakura..” he pleaded for her permission as she smiled at him. The genuine, innocent, pure smile that she only offered him. And how appealing she looked at that moment.

With one swift move, he turned their positions upside down, with him on top and also, the gainer of dominance.

Tilting, he lowered his head until his breath brushed her earlobe. Nuzzling his nose against her jawline, he let go of a hot breath that made her skin shiver. He licked the soft part of her lobe before tugging her closer to him by the waist.

“Sakura.” he whispered her name against her ear in a needy way.

Bringing her hands around his neck and raking nails through his silky, damp hair, she closed her eyes and breathed out the hot air in his ear. He smirked at her reaction as he place a trail of kisses from her throat to the junction of her shoulder. Tasting every part of her soft skin, he gently dipped his tongue into her collarbone and she arched her back, as a result. A content moan escaped her reddened lips, bringing him closer by his hair, she felt herself dissolving in pleasure with every move he made.

He pulled back before claiming her lips again. He licked her lower lip, demanding for an opening and she gladly let him in. The way she smiled in between those kisses and the way she pulled him closer by his hair, he knew she could drive him insane.

The contact of their lips on each other felt heavenly. He flicked her tongue, as the insides of their mouths danced together. Fighting for dominance. Their saliva mixed, making an even delicious liquid for the two of them to erase their hunger. The pleasing contact never failed to make him feel as if fire was pooling in his lower abdomen until they pulled back. The intensity of his needs ignited on a whole new level and by then, he was craving more of her.

He was intoxicated with her and she was mesmerized by him.

The velvety skin of her body felt cold as the previously created friction was lost as he pulled himself up. His knee between her thighs, his hand pinning her wrists on top of her head and his eyes, filled with lust, looking deep into her emeralds. The frenzy love-making continued as he kissed her jawline with burning passion before proceeding downwards, leaving torturous kisses on her throat and frantic ones near her collarbone.

His wet tongue travelled downwards as he left red marks out of possession and lust on every part of her skin that he travelled to. The friction between their bodies was increasing and so was the temperature.

His mouth travelled towards the valley between her breasts as she moaned in his ear, indicating the pleasure she was receiving. His tongue massaged her erected mounds and she shuddered at the sudden contact. Nipping the soft, gentle skin, he sucked a part of it making her feel as if she was on fire. She pulled him closer by his hair, tugging them with too much force in the process.

Even though the pleasure she was being given was immense, she couldn’t let him do all the job. Using her monstrous strength- which she was capable of using even in her current intoxicated state- she pushed him over. Her legs placed on either of his sides, she lifted herself on her elbows over his muscular chest. Eyes half-lidded, desperate, lazily looking into his incoherent ones, while her wet womanhood was brushing his erection.

The look on her face was amazing. Her flushed cheeks, her pouted, reddened, slick slopping lips and clouded eyes. His heart was pounding, trails of fire burned his lower abdomen. He couldn’t wait any longer.

“Damn you sake! He escaped again!”

The voice that reached his ears made him unconsciously awaken his rinnegan. Popping himself on his elbow he was met by a confused Uzumaki Naruto. Sapphire eyes widened at the scene in front of him.

“what in the world happened here?” he barely managed to speak in the shocked state.

Sakura looked over her shoulder and even if she couldn’t figure out what was going on, herself, a crimson colored blush appeared on her cheeks. Her neck was burning in embarrassment as she looked back at her love-making partner only to find him speechless.

“S-Sakura-chan, Sasuke, GET A ROOM.” The blonde jinchuriki said before turning around and closing the door behind him, leaving the two of them alone, shocked, embarrassed and disappointed, all at the same time.

May be tomorrow, no one would remember it. Neither the intruder, nor them. They hoped.
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conversation between Dawn and Anders that definitely happened
  • Anders: You might want to be more careful, your cst nearly escaped out the front door!
  • Dawn: He doesn't look familiar to me.
  • Anders: Eh? But this cat is here, in your house.
  • Dawn: He's not my cat.
  • Anders: But he lives here. I've seen the little bowl you have in the kitchen and that scratching post in the hall.
  • Dawn: I don't know what you're talking about.
  • Anders: *picks up the cat* You are Dawn.
  • Dawn: Yes.
  • Anders: And this tag says "Please contact Dawn or Ty if lost"
  • Dawn: It does.
  • Anders: And this tag lives on that cat.
  • Dawn: Yup, it seems to!
  • Anders: Well then this is your cat.
  • Dawn: I don't have a cat.

…uh well I was thinking about the post-genocide pacifist ending, and also the floweypot au, and this was made :^)

Well uh after the post-genocide pacifist ending, it shows that Chara is still in control of your soul after you sold it to them, so like… what if they had a change of heart and decided to live on the surface peacefully with the rest of the others? idk :^)


Chiwetel Ejiofor, Staedtler pencil (3H to 8B) and white Conté Pastel on Strathmore Toned Grey paper. 

I had quite the lighting today for this one, so I indulged. I drew this one around new year’s eve, but didn’t do the usual post like all the others, so here it is! That man is so gorgeous and soon to be our Baron Mordo in Dr Strange, so yeah, his own post was waaaaayyy past due.  

thank you for looking, as usual, and as Jeremy Jahns says : 

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day 1: first impressions!

i was so bummed that i missed the last ereri week, but life gets in the way, so what can you do, eh? enjoy this canon universe humor!

okay but what I wanna know is why are they yellow??

@callouscarmine @ninja46464 @sourapplesoda

I’ve actually been working on Inktober things!! Sorry I’ve been pretty absent. Wasn’t gonna post them because they’re Wester AU themed since it seems to be what I’ve fallen into but I really kinda like these… eh.
These were drawn on 3 separate pieces of paper I just combined them since they’re in sequence. This is a bad dream Bane is having.
Yes, its slashy and gay and Bane is weepy and ooc but it’s sort of a dream…? can’t hide your emotions in a dream I guess?
Hope everyone else who’s doing Inktober is trudging along!
Sorry again it’s this pairing I know nobody is really into. Just scroll!!

OH and drew these all with a ball point pen, no pencil sketch which is why stuff is insanely off and sketchy.

You’re in love with him but he has a girlfriend PART 2 - Niall Horan requested imagine.

Okay so can I just start by saying that I know I’m awful. It’s honestly been over 2 weeks since the first part and I said that this imagine would be posted days ago. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry. A few things went on and I was feeling really shitty and not up to writing. BUUUUTTTT here is the second part to the Niall Imagine. I don’t know what it is but whenever I sat down to write the first and second part of this my brain went blank and it felt like I didn’t even know the english language. I was stumped for ideas and feel really eh posting the second part but I hope it had the ending you wanted! Let me know what you think :) 


Two months.  No call. Not even a text. Nothing. The person who you gave everything to for eleven years of your life didn’t even want to pick up the phone to try and communicate with you. Not that you blamed him, you didn’t. You hadn’t tried to speak to him either, but from the moment you walked away from him on his front porch two months ago you had somehow hoped that he would come after you. He didn’t.

You wanted to say you had at least tried to get over him, or that you were trying to be the bigger person and be happy for his happiness, but you weren’t, and you hadn’t. You checked the articles written about him, stalked the twitter fan accounts to see what he had been doing day to day. Nothing hurt like seeing him go on with his life when it felt as if yours had been put in reverse.

You also wanted to be angry with him for not making any sort of effort towards you, because if he cared he would have at least called, right? You couldn’t bring yourself to be angry, all you were was sad. The kind of sad that ate you up throughout the day, having you check your phone constantly every five minutes, hoping that he would have at least liked one of your Instagram posts. The kind of sad that made you restless throughout the night, when you desperately wanted to sleep but the ache in your chest and the lump in your throat made it impossible. You felt so small.

The pictures of Celine and him at another music festival came out three days after you had exploded in front of both of them, and the Tuesday night after that pictures of them eating at one of the most expensive restaurants in London came out. You were petty, you were bitter, but you could admit that. You hated her. You hated that she made Niall happier in four or so months than you had in eleven years.

Every Tuesday since what had happened was the same. You would walk to your favourite Italian restaurant, order take away pasta and then make your way back to your apartment, before eating alone on the couch. You missed your Niall filled Tuesday nights, talking about whatever came to his mind or listening to him strum different chords on his guitar to bits and pieces of songs he was working on.  You missed how at two o’clock in the morning Niall would be mumbling nonsense because he was too tired to form proper sentences, and how he would then push his face into your shoulder, telling you it was too late for you to leave and you should just stay. You always did.

This Tuesday was no different to the rest. You finished your classes at midday before making your way to work, after going home to get dressed and then walking to buy yourself dinner. It felt stupid that every Tuesday hurt, but it did. You were feeling unusually light today, the weather was starting to warm up for spring and you didn’t need to be wearing 45 layers of clothes.  

You rambled down the sidewalk, taking the longest route possible trying to enjoy the weather and also if you were being honest with yourself, to waste as much time as possible. The longer you could delay eating alone in your apartment while you saw new paparazzi photos of Niall and Celine out at dinner, the better. You watched children being ushered away by their parents, young couples giggling and striding through the streets and an elderly couple slowly walking through the park, holding hands. Your heart squeezed in your chest, tight.

After thirty-five minutes of wandering, the sky was its darkest blue and the streetlights were glowing. You only had to walk into the shop for the owner to smile and nod at you, gesturing for you to take a seat because he already knew what you were going to order. You sat down on one of the plastic chairs before unlocking your phone and scrolling through it. You hadn’t seen any new photos or articles about Niall and Celine for a while and were beginning to wonder what tropical island he had whisked her off too, free from the paparazzi and obsessed fans. This hiatus made you want to nose dive into cement.

Soon enough your food was called and you thanked and paid the owner before quickly leaving the shop. The warm weather had left along with the light of the day and you hadn’t thought to bring a jacket.

Putting your head down, you started back to your apartment, determined to get there as fast as possible, the complete opposite to how you had walked to get your dinner. The feeling of guilt, loneliness and sadness had sunk back into the pit of your stomach and you just wanted to be rugged up in bed, watching shitty television to try and make yourself feel better.

“Stubborn thing yeh are” A voice stopped you in your tracks, your eyes widening although still looking down at the pavement. You knew that voice.

It wasn’t.

Had you missed him so much that you were imagining his voice on people? You were fucked. Quite literally deluded.

You slowly looked up at the owner of the voice before blinking. Once. Twice. Three times even. You weren’t going crazy. Your blonde haired, sky blue eyed shit head of a best friend was really standing in front of you. You realised you had been staring at him for a little bit too long, but you couldn’t find the proper words to respond to him.

“uhh, what?” You questioned, hoping that it was an understandable response.

“We’ve had fights before, but yeh usually call meh after a few hours. 8 weeks an’ nothin’. I was startin to think we’d never eat dinner again together”  

You were supposed to call him? Did he not hear you pour your heart out to him and tell him that you were in love with him? You couldn’t help but be irritated. For the past two months the only thing you had properly thought about was him, and now that he was standing in front of you, leaning against a street light, you wanted to kick him.

“I figured if you ever wanted to speak to me again you would have Niall, didn’t know it was up to me to come back to you.” You muttered to the ground, not being able to look at him.

“Wha? Just because you were rude to Celine at dinner once doesn’t mean I never wanted to speak to yeh again”

“That’s not really why Niall, and I think you know that, but I’m glad I’m forgiven for that anyway. How is she? Celine?” You could almost see the bitterness of your tone in the air as you spoke those words, hoping he wouldn’t pick up on it. Either he was choosing to ignore what this was really about or he was thicker than you ever thought he was.

“Wouldn’t know,” He mumbled. You looked up at the same time he looked down, your positions swapping.


“We broke up, bout two weeks ago now, maybe three” He nodded at you, looking up from the ground

“Oh Niall, I’m so sorry” You didn’t like her, but you’d rather you be upset over him being in a relationship than him being miserable and heartbroken.

“s’not a big deal, really” He softly smiled before continuing, “Yeh probably wondering why I just showed up on the side of the street near yeh house. I actually knocked on your door, bout half an hour ago and I was just leavin. M’not following yeh”

“Oh, no I didn’t think you were. Confused that you’re standing in front of me, yes. But not worried that you’re stalking me. I’ve been thinking the complete opposite for the past two months” You chewed on the side of your cheek, not sure why a conversation with him was becoming so awkward so quickly.

Neither of you spoke for a while, not even glancing in each other’s direction as the air grew thick between the both of you. You felt sick. You hadn’t thought about what your first encounter with Niall would be like, but it definitely wasn’t awkward silence on the pavement.

“I miss yeh,” He whispered, almost inaudibly. “I miss yeh so much it’s fuckin eatin me”  

“What?” You almost gasped, staring at him dead in the eyes.

“I couldn’t do it,” He started, narrowing his eyes at your shoes, breaking the eye contact before continuing “Yeh know when we were around 17 I was convinced I was in love with yeh? You were the only one who was still you after everything changed. After X factor, when things started getting crazy everyone started being so fake to meh. It’s like I couldn’t do anythin wrong. But yeh didn’t change with me, not one bit. Still rolled yeh eyes at me, told me I was an idiot when I was doing things wrong. Yeh kept me grounded. But you were my best friend, so I couldn’t think of yeh like that could I? I was so scared I was goin to fuck something up that I pushed those feelings away. Pushed em so far away I didn’t even think about them until dinner with Celine.”

“Niall, you don’t have to explain” you muttered, but he wasn’t having any of that.

“Let meh finish, please. So I hadn’t thought about any of that stuff, because we were best friends, right? Yeh don’t think about yeh best friend that way. I needed you; I couldn’t be in a relationship and mess it up, because I needed my best friend. And then when yeh said what yeh said at dinner all the feelins’ just came back. I thought they only came back because you said it, and it was meh 17-year-old self being an idiot. I had a girlfriend who I loved so I couldn’t be in love with yeh. But it didn’t go away, as hard as I tried, the feelin just didn’t go away. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t be in a relationship with someone while the girl I loved wasn’t even talking to meh.”

You inhaled sharply, not sure if you had heard any of the conversation correctly or if you were making it all up in your head.

“And I know I was an asshole, I didn’t even try to speak to yeh, I’m so sorry” He finished, walking up to you properly.

He slowly lifted up his hands to gently cradle your face, thumbs wiping at the tears you didn’t even know had started to fall.

“Don’t cry over this, ‘m not worth yeh tears” he whispered, his face so close to yours.

Your heart was rattling in your chest, you were positive he could hear it. You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, his warm hands forcing you to forget that you were only wearing a thin jumper and that it was freezing out. Wrapping both your arms around his waist you pulled him closer to you, his scent washing over you. You knew you had missed him, but this was more than you thought.

“Niall?” you asked softly, looking up at him.

“Hm?” He replied, keeping one of his hands on your face while winding the other around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Kiss me.”


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