here it is my dear anon

anonymous asked:

What does incel mean?

anon, my dear dear anon,, please keep your sweet innocence while you can,, you do not want to know of the horrors of inceldom,, heed my warning, but if you must, here is a definition:

An incel (involuntary celibate) is usually a cis het male who believes it’s everyone else’s fault that he’s a virgin, especially women’s. Instead of realizing they’re gross assholes who aren’t entitled to sex, they rather blame their appearance, biology, women, other men, society, and literally everything/everyone else before ever considering it’s their own meanness that is at fault. They hold various misogynistic and racist beliefs, claim that women do not suffer any sort of prejudice, are incredibly transphobic, wish most women would die, believe women should serve them and give them sexual attention 24/7, and much much more.
They hate the sex obsessed culture that we live in, yet they are the exact product of that very culture they despise.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your blog! I should email my biology teacher today and I’ve been wondering how to make a good impression? I’ve never done that before and I’ll appreciate your help a lot (like how to introduce myself, get to the point and etc);; thanks and have a smiley and productive day 💕

Hi anon, 

Sorry for the late reply! We know you’ve probably already sent the email, but here is just a sample email that we’ve put together:
(We used Kat’s name, and a bio class she’s currently taking for the example) 

Dear Professor ______

My name is Katherine (Last Name), an incoming freshman of class 2020. I am currently enrolled in your 8:30 Introduction to Organismal Biology class, and I’ve greatly enjoyed the past two lectures! 

I have a quick question regarding the diversity assignment due next Tuesday. On the assignment guide, it said that the paper should be two pages. I am not quite sure if this meant one page back to back, or two pages back to back (4 sides total). 

Thank you for your time, and can’t wait for lecture on Thursday! 
- Katherine (Last Name) 

[GOT7 reacts] to spanking their s/o and hearing them moan

request by a kawaii~ anon  GOT7 reaction to spanking their s/o playfully but she enjoys it (moans/whimpers) thank u thank u my dear 

a/n No thank you x1000000 ~JJ


Mark: You guys were just messing around on the couch playing footsies while you scrolled through Instagram. You playfully snatch Mark’s phone from his hands “Yah _______!” As you run from the couch he smacks you on the butt jokingly and a moan escapes your lips. At first, he’s surprised but then a smile crosses his lip and he says “Come here, I want to hear that again babe~”

Originally posted by withfx

Youngjae: You were waiting for him to finish his video game so you could go for dinner. So to speed it up you decided to stand in front of the tv to block his view. “Get out of my way _____~,” He says giving your butt a semi-firm smack. You let out a high-pitch whimper. “Oh are you okay?!” He exclaims in genuine worry. You blush and say More than okay”  “Oh…_____-ah.” Hey responds smiling and embarrassed that he didn’t get it at first.  

Originally posted by huggableyoungjae

Jinyoung: You dropped your book between the wall and the couch and were bending down to grab when you feel and light smack against your butt “What are you looking for?” He says. But your quiet moan can still be heard over his voice. “What are we going to do about you?” He says laughing as he easily reaches the book and then kisses you deeply. 

Originally posted by periwin5les

Bambam: You guys decided to model your new outfits you just bought for each other. You walk towards him pretending to strut a runway “Yeah _____-ah beautiful, perfect, good” He says. He gets up to switch with you and hits your butt on his way. Your moan is timed exactly when the music you had on ends. “Baby~ I don’t think we’re going to need to model these much longer,” He says licking his lip and giggling.

Originally posted by tanjhent

Jackson: He convinced you to go work out with him and you were doing pretty well for yourself. You finished a set of weights and he gave you a congratulating tap on the butt “Look at you go _____!” But he is pleasantly shocked by the soft whimper you release. “Jagi this isn’t the place for that. How about we get out of here.” He says pushing you toward the gym exit.

Originally posted by amaniwy

Yugyeom: You guys were dancing in the living room to some rap song he liked and you did one the moves he taught you incorrectly. “______, that’s not how I taught you. You’re so bad.” He would say laughing and slapping your butt to move you make room for himself. He is caught off guard by your moan “Noona…” His face gets red but he grabs you by the small of your back.  “I didn’t mean that kind of bad.” 

Originally posted by chichangyu

Jaebum: You were cooking dinner and dancing along to a song on the radio.When he comes up behind you playfully smacking your butt while you cooked. “Mmmmm _____ that looks great.” You try to hold it in but a moan manages to come out. He eyes you up and down and without a word reaches around you to turn off the stove. “I can eat that later. But right now I have something else on my mind” He says picking you up taking you to the bedroom. 

Originally posted by saranghaeyojw

Tease

Originally posted by marorra

This one is dedicated to @onceuponagladerhead, @noones-girl1980 and that one anon who said they wanted it I appreciate you guys so here it is

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Summary: AU in which Jughead and the reader are roommates at boarding school and they hate each other. The reader employs some ~interesting~ techniques to find out if Jughead likes her

Warnings: INAPPROPRIATE – THIS IS NOT WHAT I USUALLY WRITE YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED AND IF YOU KEEP READING YOU CAN EXPECT SIN AND IMPLIED SMUT (nothing vivid but v implied) IF THAT’S NOT WHAT YOU’RE INTO THEN RUN FAST AND RUN FAR MY DEAR FRIEND (also swearing but that’s the least of the sin in here)

A/N: I know some people really want Jughead to be asexual but he is not in this fic so if you don’t like the idea then please don’t read it 

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anonymous asked:

Aphobia isn't a thing my guy

Asexuality is not a behavioral choice.  It is ‘enduring’ and resistant to change. In that same vein, asexuality cannot be ‘cured’. That is the definition of a sexual orientation. (It even appears on the Kinsey scale)

So, now that we’ve established that, let’s take a look at the discrimination ace people face.

In spite of being a sexual orientation, asexuality was in the DSM until 2013, being considered a ‘sexual dysfunction’.

In spite of being a sexual orientation, there is little to no representation of them in the media.

     Recommended reading: Asexual and autoerotic women: two invisible groups by Myra T. Johnson (note that this was written in the seventies and autoerotic in this context means ‘has a sex drive but no desire to actually have sex with someone else’ and asexual means having not having a sex drive at all, as well as having no desire to engage sexually.) Johnson points out that one of the biggest issues here is asexual invisibility. She articulates asexual people as being“oppressed by the consensus that they are nonexistent.”

In spite of being a sexual orientation, it is thoroughly misunderstood. (And you, dear anon, are my source on and example of that one.)

In spite of being a valid sexual orientation, there is a well-documented trend of ace people feeling as though something is wrong with them because of their sexuality.

MacNeela, P. & Murphy, A. Arch Sex Behav (2015)

Reports many asexual people self-report as feeling like “freaks” or “broken”. These are not things that heterosexual people experience. In an of itself, the fact that so many asexual people report feeling this way is an incredible indicator.  Asexual people have even been known to seek medical help.

Heterosexuals, as well as non-ace members of the LGBT+ or queer community, have some REALLY bad biases towards asexual people.  The best source on this one is Intergroup bias towards “Group X”: Evidence of prejudice, dehumanization, avoidance, and discrimination against asexuals, Cara C MacInnis and Gordon Hodson.

The article is posted on SAGE journals, meaning the article will cost money to read in its entirety. However, the abstract is free and I have taken the liberty of posting it below:

Although biases against homosexuals (and bisexuals) are well established, potential biases against a largely unrecognized sexual minority group, asexuals, has remained uninvestigated. In two studies (university student and community samples) we examined the extent to which those not desiring sexual activity are viewed negatively by heterosexuals. We provide the first empirical evidence of intergroup bias against asexuals (the so-called “Group X”), a social target evaluated more negatively, viewed as less human, and less valued as contact partners, relative to heterosexuals and other sexual minorities. Heterosexuals were also willing to discriminate against asexuals (matching discrimination against homosexuals). Potential confounds (e.g., bias against singles or unfamiliar groups) were ruled out as explanations. We suggest that the boundaries of theorizing about sexual minority prejudice be broadened to incorporate this new target group at this critical period, when interest in and recognition of asexuality is scientifically and culturally expanding.

it is hard to acknowledge that, as there has been so little research done on asexuality. People are still just now beginning to acknowledge asexuality, let alone acephobia.

Everyone is encouraged to reblog.

MISUNDERSTANDING [FRED WEASLEY]

request: “could you possibly write a fred weasley x reader with number 4 and 68?? if you could, that’d be wonderful!!” — by anon

a/n: it’s funny to think that the numbers you requested are somehow linked with the drunken nights imagine i made for draco lol

4. “No. We did not do the frick frack last night.”
68. “Any reason why you’re half-naked in my room?”

Masterlist + Request here! 

    “Y/N, dear, thank you for bringing Fred in one piece.” Molly Weasley handed you a cup of tea. “Really. It still amazes me how he managed to find a girlfriend who’ll actually tolerate his devilish tactics.” she mostly told the last statement to herself rather than to you, moving on to the kitchen once again to now prepare for breakfast.

    You grinned. “It was no biggie, Mrs Weasley. Thank you for letting me stay for the night.” you sipped your tea silently.

    “Well, it’s the least I could do considering how my son disturbed you. Oh, I swear, as soon as he wakes up he’ll hear something from me and I’ll make sure he won’t do it again.”

    Mrs Weasley kept on speaking to herself even more after that, her tone obviously mad from the way Fred behaved that it made you chuckle as you finally finish you drink.

    Honestly, what Fred did wasn’t too grand. He just had enough drinks to actually get drunk last night, he apparated to your house and insisted to sleep there, but since you knew how strict your parents were, you just decided to bring him home at the Burrow instead. You were supposed to come back that very moment but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him so you settled in staying with him just for night, planning on waking up tomorrow as early as possible to go home unnoticed by your mum and dad.

    It was definitely a good thing that your parents were such heavy sleepers.

    “Thanks for the tea, Mrs Weasley. I’ll just go upstairs and change my clothes then I’ll be leaving.” you stood up from your chair.

    “Okay, honey, please do make yourself feel at home.”

    You headed to the staircase and quickly made your way to Fred’s room. You were wearing a shirt of his for the meanwhile of your stay and your clothes from yesterday (which still smelled decent, thank the heavens for that) was on the edge of his bed.

    Before you could take off your shirt, you peered suspiciously at your boyfriend’s still sleeping figure. Well, it wasn’t like it would be the first time he would see you naked if he was awake, but somehow you still wanted to keep your guard up.

    When you were sure he was still unconscious, you stripped down as quietly as you can. Though just as you were buttoning your pants, your upper body completely bare except for the bra that you were wearing, you abruptly heard Fred grunt and turn behind you.

    “Any reason why you’re half-naked in my room?” his hoarse voice filled the area, a chuckle escaping his mouth afterwards.

    You turned around and raised an eyebrow. “I know what you’re thinking.” you rolled your eyes, reaching out and grabbing your shirt that was still on the foot of his bed.

    Fred took a minute before answering and sitting up, “Did we …” he slowly asked you again in grogginess, his eyes not even opened entirely as he gazes at you.

    “No. We did not do the frick frack last night.” you laughed to yourself, soon sitting down to wear your shoes.

    “Damn it.”

    “You seem disappointed.” you teased.

    “I am.”

    You furrowed your eyebrows, “Are you still drunk, love?”

    Fred chuckled again. “No. Just amazed that my girlfriend has self-control.” he had the nerve to joke.

    After you have successfully worn your shoes, you finally walked towards the bed and sat beside him. He was already looking at you though, bringing his hand to your leg and closing his eyes again.

    “Seriously, Y/N, I’m sorry for last night. I shouldn’t have bothered you.” he yawned.

    You leaned down and kissed his forehead. “It’s alright. Everything for my favorite man.” you winked playfully. “Though now, I need to get going before my parents wake up. You know, you should be thankful they’re both muggles or else they’d be aware of my late night sneaking out.”

    “At least give me a proper kiss before you go.”

    You smiled, reaching down and attaching your lips to his. You felt him smile, his hand moving its way to the back of your neck to pull you closer. You almost melted into him because of how warm he was in the morning and how he was honestly such a good kisser, but as you broke free, you realized what he was trying to do.

    “Nope, not working on me, Weasley.” you pecked his lips once more before standing up and getting your wand from the table.

    Fred dramatically sighed. “I was sure it would work this time.” he grinned, his face now red.

    You chuckled. “Whatever.” you looked at his eyes again. “Make sure to apologize to your mum when you go downstairs, okay? Stop giving Molly such a headache.”

    “I will. Go home safely.”

    You nodded.

    With one final playful wink, you waved your wand and apparated back to your room, where your own bed was messy and the door was still tightly sealed with a lock.

aunlikelyduo  asked:

What do you like to do in your free time?

When I’m not using my time to read, I usually help out the other Pokémon my trainer has, on whatever they may be in need.
Since I know how to read and can communicate through telepathy, sometimes I go out to run simple errands when my trainer is too tired to go himself.

However, staying dedicated to help others has its fun side.

When the grown-ups are too busy with training, I get to look for their children for a little while. It became something we do everyday now: story-telling time! I use my psychic powers to show them the marvelous stories I read about in the books.

The stories are from humans and about humans, sure, but I give it my own personal twist. We are Pokémon, so stories about amazing Pokémon inspires the children.
The last one I told them was a story about a very old Jolteon whose dying wish was to fulfill his dream of becoming an Umbreon and go to the moon.

You don’t need to be a child to join in, though! If one has even a little bit of interest, they’ll be always welcome to listen. It’s something very tiring to do, but my reward is seeing their eyes shining bright. To see their excitement on discussing what they think will happen next before going to bed.

It… soothes my heart. And I can feel a little of meaning in being me, the way I chose to be. ´w`

@junjie-oyan

@aunlikelyduo

anonymous asked:

Ritsu in cool sunsets please?

Here you my my dear anon! HH GH i was in a plant mood so. Plants happened.

 Will i ever stop using this lazy lasso style for all of my mp100 art. Also you know its a problem when your own art triggers your OCD.

Do what you have to

.

GASTER

ALPHYS

GASTER
Oh!

ALPHYS
Oh.

GASTER
Alphys?

ALPHYS
It’s all yours, sir.

GASTER
Much appreciated, my friend.

ALPHYS
Don’t worry about the damage, it’s n-nothing I can’t fix.

GASTER
You’re too kind, Alphie.

ALPHYS
I’m gonna get some noodles, l-let me know when you’re done.

GASTER
Absolutely. Be a dear and let the others know there’s nothing to worry about?

ALPHYS
Will do, sir! I’ll tell them someone insinuated you love your w-work more than your sons! I’m sure they’ll immediately u-understand, sir!

GASTER
Much appreciated. <3

GASTER
Ah-he-he-hem! All right! My dearest Anon…

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NOW YOU SEE HERE

anonymous asked:

Can you recommend me some blogs? 😽I can spend the whole day in yours so I want to fill my dash with the same feels and good content, thank you 🙏

hi anonnie!! thank you for sending me an ask! please accept my apologies as i’m so late with my reply! ahhh ahhhh ahhhhhh your kind comments i cannottttttttttt me blushing so hard now!!! thank you!! here’s the list of blogs with similar pheels like mine [[i hope!!!]] ::::: loads of exo, loads of sehun, loads of tags lollllllll ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)

@shixun-p ; @asleepykid ; @smoothsehun ; @starsehun ; @fluffyhunnie ; @exo-flames ; @haloed-baekhyun ; @94-hun ; @sehunicorne ; @sehuntiful ; @smhsehun ; @angel-in-slow-motion ; @laylienn ; @ohsehoney ; @aerilu ; @sehurn ; @ohhsenshine ; @sehunsi ; @dayafterdae ; @sehuntiago ; @brbcrawlingtokorea ; @suavesehun ; @ohs-hun ; @sefuns ; @powermp3byexo@sehanniedew ; @sehunsdickistoolongforyourdash ; @sehunhunhanexo ; @sehunoh ; @irpsychotic ; @hunshines ; @nerdtasticawkwardpenguin ; @topfied  ; @sekaisoosgirl @elluts ; @ohjonqin ; @shining-petal ; @ethereal-hun ; @sehunality

So Many Reasons (Mike Faist X Reader)

WC: 2601

Warnings: Swearing, friendly banter, fluff!!

Summary: An early morning interview may reveal some things Y/N would rather have stayed hidden

Tagged: @lildipstick  @bellasabb

A/N: This was requested by an anon, so I hope you enjoy!!

“Hello everyone, and welcome to the Today Show. This morning we have with us the stars of the hit Broadway musical Dear Evan Hansen! Laura Dreyfuss, Ben Platt, Will Roland and Y/N Y/L/N! Welcome you guys!” The interviewer said, her voice unnaturally peppy for 6 in the morning.

“It’s a pleasure to be here.” Ben said, smiling brightly at the interviewer. I yawned slightly but quickly covered my mouth. Unfortunately Will noticed, and let out a chuckle.

“Sorry. I’m still getting used to the lack of sleep. Normally I sleep in till at least 10.” I said and everyone laughed, including the interviewer. “It’s all good Y/N. So, what’s it like being in such an emotionally demanding show?” The interviewer asked.

The question was open ended, but she looked more at Ben as she said it. “Well, it’s definitely tough, but I’ve been playing Evan for 3 and a half years, so it becomes less of a chore over time.” Ben said, the interviewer nodding.

“Now, Laura, your character Zoe is very closely intertwined with Evan. What’s it like playing that chemistry onstage with Ben?” She asked Laura and I bit back a laugh.

I know how much Laura hates getting asked questions that paint Zoe as ‘Evan’s love interest’. I glanced over at Will whose eyebrows were arched, a smirk on his face.

“Well, Ben is a wonderful human being, so I guess the chemistry just comes naturally. The whole cast and crew are super close both on and off stage, so my relationship with Ben’s, and everyone else’s, character is incredibly natural.” Laura answered, fiddling slightly with her dress.

“Speaking of relationships.” I groaned internally and shifted slightly in my seat. “Who do you reckon has the closest friendship in the cast?” The interviewer asked, and I didn’t notice the smirks appear on my cast mates faces.

“Definitely Mike Faist and this one. They’re very close.” Will said, wiggling his eyebrows slightly and jabbing a thumb in my direction. “Really?” The interviewer asked, and I fought the urge to bury my head in my hands.

“Oh yeah. They’re practically inseparable.” Ben added, smirking at me.
“I think I have a photo on my phone of Y/N and Mike dressed in the other person’s costume.” Laura said and I audibly groaned, my cheeks flushed.

“It’s too early in the morning for all this bullying.” I responded, slouching slightly in my seat. The interviewer chuckled at the interaction between us, looking at me with sympathy.

“So, Y/N, it’s pretty much unanimous that you and Mike are the closest out of the bunch. Is there anything you’d like to add?” The interviewer asked, her eyebrows arched high.

“Well, uh, Mike and I are definitely close friends. We’ve known each other since Mike was in Newsies, and it’s definitely great to be able to work with him on something major.” I said, shifting slightly in my seat.

“Alright then. Well, that’s about all the time we have. Check out Dear Evan Hansen at the Music Box theatre. Please thank Ben, Will, Y/N and Laura!” The interviewer said and we all waved at the camera.

“Thank you so much for coming, you guys.” She said, shaking our hands. “You’re very welcome.” Will said, smiling at her. “Best of luck with the show.” The interviewer said as we left the building.

“I hope the bus you threw me under swerves and hits y'all.” I said as soon as we were out of the studio. Will laughed and threw an arm over my shoulders. “It had to be said. You and Mike are tighter than tight.” Will replied, smirking set me.

“Hey, what do you reckon their ship name would be? Because we all know you two are going to end up dating.” Laura said and I groaned, whacking her on the shoulder.

“Hmm… I’ll have to think about that.” Ben said, stroking his chin in a pose of thought. “I hate all of you. I hope you burn in hell.” I retorted, shoving Will’s arm off my shoulders.

“No need to be so touchy. We were just saying, you and Mike would be absolutely adorable together.” Will said and I rolled my eyes, storming into the theatre.

“Hey! How was the interview?” I heard a voice ask and I looked up to see Mike, smiling gently at me. “It was alright. Did you watch it?” I asked, awkwardly tugging on my coat.

“Nah.” Mike said causally, tucking his hair behind his ears. “Good.” I muttered, writing my name on the sign in sheet. “You ready for another two show Sunday?” Mike asked, walking up the stairs with me to my dressing room.

“Christ, I need a nap.” I muttered and Mike laughed, ruffling my hair. “I know how much you love the couch in my dressing room. You can crash there for your nap.” Mike said and I felt my cheeks heat up.

“Thanks Mike.” I said, stifling a yawn. “It’s all good Y/N.” Mike said softly as he opened the door to his dressing room.

I lied down on the couch, smiling weakly at Mike as I curled up. “You can stay here if you want.” I murmured, watching Mike turn around with half-lidded eyes. “Oh, uh, sure.” He said, sitting down near where my head rested.

I shuffled up and bravely placed my head in his lap, hearing Mike’s breath hitch. He let out a sigh and placed his hands on my head, playing with my hair gently.

I exhaled, feeling myself slowly drift off to sleep, Mike still toying with my hair. “Thanks.” I muttered, my lips turned up in a slight smile. “You’re very welcome, Y/N.” Mike said, his voice fading as I fell asleep.


I opened my eyes slowly, yawning as I stirred. “Good morning sleeping beauty.” Mike said, smiling down at me. I groaned and sat up, running a hand through my hair.

“Hey. What’s the time?” I asked groggily, fighting back a yawn. Mike chuckled and pulled out his phone, unlocking it. “It’s 9:15. You had a decent nap, Y/L/N.” Mike said and I rolled my eyes, flipping him off.

Mike placed a hand on his chest in mock offence, and I laughed softly. “Hey, Y/N?” Mike said and I hummed in response, noticing how close Mike and I were sitting.

“Have a look at this.” He said, passing me his phone. On the screen was a tweet from Will that contained a photo of me asleep on Mike’s lap with a caption that made my cheeks go red.

“In the wise word of Lin-Manuel Miranda, fire up your slash fics in your Internet.” I read, internally cursing Will Roland. “Yeah. Will has always had a… questionable sense of humour.” Mike said awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah. It was just a joke.” I muttered, suddenly feeling very deflated. “I should probably get into my dressing room, and, uh, start warming up.” I said, standing up abruptly.

Mike looked at me curiously and went to protest, but I was out the door before he could say something. I threw my dressing room door opening, slamming it behind me.

I locked it and sighed, sitting down and putting my head in my hands. I felt my heart shatter when Mike suggested that the thought of us being together was nothing more than one of Will’s jokes.

I felt the tears escape my eyes and flow down my cheeks, dropping onto my clothes. I had tried to so hard to push down my feelings for Mike, to ignore the fact that he probably had his eyes on someone other than me.

I took in a deep breath, realising that there was no point in crying over someone I spent practically all my time with. I’d have to settle for being friends and nothing more.

My heart ached at the thought, but I decided to stop thinking with my heart. That had gotten me in some serious trouble before, and I wouldn’t have it happening again.

I got off the floor, wiping the stray tears off my face. I had never been more grateful for the lack of interaction between Connor and Alana until today. I saw that it was now 9:30, and we still had an hour or so before rehearsals for the matinee.

“I’m going to go grab something for morning tea. You’re welcome to join me if you want.” I called, opening the door of my dressing room. “Hold on Y/N. I’ll be there in a second.” Jennifer called and a smile settled on my face.

“Awesome.” I muttered, glancing in the mirror to make sure it wasn’t obvious that I had been crying. “Good morning Y/N. You ready to go?” Jennifer asked and I nodded, smiling brightly at her.

We walked out of the theatre and strolled down the street, taking in the sights and sounds of the theatre district. “So, how had your morning been?” Jennifer asked cheerfully, her red hair bouncing as she walked.

“It’s been horrendous, Jen.” I said and she gave me a sympathetic smile. “I had to get up at 5:30 for the Today Show, and if you watched the interview you’ll understand why that was a disaster.” I said and Jen grimaced slightly.

“I did see that. It’s like everyone except Mike knows how you feel.” Jennifer said and I nodded, exhaling defeatedly. “Then I took a nap with Mike. I fell asleep on the couch in his dressing room.” I said, noticing Jennifer’s eyebrows raise slightly.

“Will took a photo of the two of us and posted it on Twitter with a caption pretty much saying we should date, and Mike’s response was that it was just one of Will’s jokes.” I said and Jennifer let out a quiet gasp, wrapping me in a tight hug.

“Oh sweetie. You know Mike, and you know how he tends to say things without thinking.” Jennifer said and I sighed, squeezing her torso.

“It’s just, it really hurt because we’ve been friends for so long, and I’m an expert on repressing my feelings.” I said and Jennifer frowned, pushing me away slightly.

“Y/N, you don’t play someone’s mother without getting to know them very well. Mike doesn’t know how to deal with his feelings, especially when they’re romantic.” Jennifer said and I frowned, feeling rather confused.

“Wait. What do you mean, romantic?” I said, noticing that we had approached the bakery. “Y/N, Mike has pretty strong feelings for you. Clearly the two of you are both terrible talking about your feelings.” Jennifer said and my eyes widened, shock etched into my features.

“Holy shit.” I whispered, earning a chuckle from Jennifer. “Exactly. You should really talk to Mike after the show. Or before, I don’t care. Just talk to him. Things can’t be solved without communication.” Jennifer said and I nodded, taking in a deep breath.


“Thanks Jen. I definitely need a brownie right about now.” I said and she chuckled, walking into the bakery. We ordered a brownie each, plus a box of them for the rest of the people back at the theatre.

“Wait. Mike doesn’t like brownies. He prefers cookies.” I said, and Jennifer smirked at me as I ordered a double choc chip cookie. “Let’s go Y/N.” Jennifer said, patting me on the shoulder.

We made the short walk back to the theatre, carrying our morning tea. “We’ve got brownies!” Jennifer announced, and she was met with cheers from the cast and crew.

Jennifer put the box of brownies down on a table, and although most of the cast swarmed the box, I noticed that there was someone missing.

“Hey. I’m going to go see Mike.” I said to Jennifer and she nodded, patting me on the shoulder. “Good luck.” She whispered, giving me a thumbs up as I left. I made my way through the hallways, stopping just outside Mike’s dressing room.

I knocked tentatively on the door, hoping for a response. “Come in.” Mike called, and I took in a deep breath. “Hey. The rest of them are out there destroying the box of brownies.” I said and Mike let out a breathy laugh.

“I figured. Jennifer’s voice travels pretty far.” Mike replied, his hair pulled back in a loose bun. “I, uh, I know you don’t like brownies, so I got you this.” I said, passing him the bag that contained the cookie.

His face lit up as he took the bag, taking the cookie out. “You got my favourite flavour!” Mike said excitedly, taking a bite from the biscuit. “Of course I did.” I muttered, looking at the ground.

“Thank you Y/N.” Mike said, cookie crumbs around his mouth. “It’s no problem.” I said and an awkward silence settled over the room. “About, uh, what happened before.” I said Mike’s smile disappeared almost instantly.

“Y/N.” Mike said but I cut him off. “I just wanted to say that, um, what you said really hurt me.” I said and Mike’s face fell. “It’s because, uh, well, I kind of.”

During my rambling I didn’t notice Mike stand up and walk over to me, but I did feel him place his lips on mine, cutting me off instantly. My eyes widened, but I quickly closed them, melting into the kiss.


His lips tasted sugary, and fit perfectly against mine. His hands held my face gently, as if too much pressure would cause me to break. I snaked my arms around his waist, pulling him flush against my chest.

I broke away from the kiss, leaning my forehead against his as I tried to catch my breath. “I am very sorry about what I said Y/N. I kind of went after you when you stormed off, but I left when I heard you crying.” Mike muttered, his hot breath fanning my face.

He took his hands off my face and held my shoulders gently, his taller build making this an easy feat. “I love you Y/N, but I kinda struggle with talking about my feelings.” Mike said and I felt my breath hitch in my throat, a smile blooming on my face.

“Jen did say that.” I said and Mike chuckled, pulling me into a hug. He kissed my forehead softly and I closed my eyes, leaning into Mike’s chest. “I told you to talk to him, did I not?” I heard a voice say and Mike chuckled, the vibrations soothing somehow.

“Hi Jen.” Mike said sheepishly, and I retracted my arms from around his waist. “Looks like you two finally sorted things out.” Jennifer said, a smug look on her face.

“There wasn’t really a lot of talking. More like me stammering like an awkward mess and him kissing me.” I said and Jennifer chuckled, Mike’s cheeks flushing at my words.

“Either way, it worked. Congrats you two. It was only a matter of time.” Jen said, winking at us as she walked away. Mike let out a sigh and slipped his hand into mine, smiling bashfully at me.

“I love you Mike.” I murmured, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I love you too.”  He replied, squeezing my hand. “You’re so warm.” I murmured, earning a hearty laugh from Mike.

“I hope that’s not all you love me for. My warmth.” He said and I shook my head, pecking his lips briefly. “There are so many reason why I love you, Mike Faist. That’s just one of them.”