#excuse the.. rather late post I wanted today's to be special hehe!!!

[beeguillotine]

Happy 100th Miriam Monday!!!!!

WOW... that is a LOT of Miriams!!! Here's all 100 so far, all together!!!!

What a wonderful time I've had so far!!! Thanks to everyone for all the support for this project.. it really truly brings me so much joy!! Here's to many more merry Miriam Mondays to come!!!!!!!

[saylor-twift]

Good Enough

second part to Just a Little More, hehe. also i lowkey got kinda antsy to have this posted so i apologize on behalf of only the first half being proofread. maybe ill go back and edit this later, but probably not lmao 🤷‍♀️

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The morning that arises is a rather chilly one. But not the kind that makes you shiver, clench your jaw and curse at mother nature, rather the kind you smile at, because the tingling sensation of cold creeping up your arms into your shoulder blades simply gives you the excuse to throw on your favorite sweater, along with a soft scarf and, if you’re truly committed, a steaming cup of tea. Or, in this case, maybe two. The second waits patiently on the windowsill for its owner, steam wafting from the top and fogging up a portion of the adjacent window. At first glance, it may look like you simply wanted a second cup of tea ready for your own desires, but what one wouldn’t be able to tell at first glance is that the second cup happens to be devoid of any of the other spices and honeys that make up the one in your hand. No, the second one is pure, raw, bitter tea leaves only, because it’s not for you, it’s for that one special person who takes his tea, in his words, to the “…true flavor of life. Raw and unadulterated.”

It always causes a chuckle to arise from your chest whenever you think about it. It was odd, but also so very much like him to convey so much wisdom about life regarding something so simple as a bitter cup of tea. You lean your head against the window, bringing your own cup to your lips and relishing in the delightful shiver it sends up your spine, the warmth of the liquid starkly contrasting with the feel of your skin. Typically, the Sereniteapot’s weather was rather consistent, remaining the same, warm spring weather year-round. However, on occasion, when the teapot “malfunctioned”, for lack of a better word and decided to grow a mind of its own, the weather would shift, just the slightest bit. Sometimes it would be windy, a pleasant zephyr drafting through the abundant plains of grass, sometimes it would rain, though nothing more than a sprinkle. And some days, like today, the warming system of the pot went down for a few hours, resulting in a late-autumn early-winter type of atmosphere. There wasn’t much you could do about it rather than wait it out, but it’s not really like you were complaining, a little change was refreshing from time to time.

You blow a puff of air over the top of your cup, smiling at how the steam dissipates for a moment, only to return a second later.

“No commissions today?”

A voice comes from a few paces behind your shoulder. Your eyebrows instantly shoot up you hook your gaze over your shoulder, that familiar sensation of butterflies in your stomach creeping up on you once again the second you make contact with his pair of electric indigo irises. You smile, but not as great as you want to, barely refraining from breaking out into a full on grin. Shaking your head, you reply.

“Not yet, at least.”

“You’re not typically one to slack off. Is there a reason?” He takes a seat next to you, crossing his arms as well as one leg over the other. He steals a glance at the unclaimed teacup next to the window.

“I wanted to wait for you.” You think to yourself, not daring to say such a thing out loud. You simply shrug. “Just wanted a little break today, I guess. Routine doesn’t need to be maintained all of the time.” You take another sip from your warm liquid. “That’s yours, by the way. If you’d like.” You nod your head towards the cup, and he raises an eyebrow. He opens his mouth, most likely to make some remark on his aversion towards sweetness, but you interrupt before he can speak. “I didn’t put anything in it. I’ve tasted it beforehand, it’s quite bitter. Shockingly so, actually. Would you try it? I would like to know if it’s to your taste.”

He pauses, staring at the cup with an expression that’s not quite readable, but not exactly nonexistent either. It’s almost as if he’s debating on taking the cup at all, or maybe even wondering if you’ve tried to poison him. You can’t quite tell. He reaches out, pulling his hand back in hesitation. You laugh at this. “What’s wrong, are you afraid of it?” You tease, fighting to hold back the never ending giggles that bubble up your throat. It really wasn’t that funny, (it was to you) you just couldn’t help it.

He rolls his eyes, as expected, not forgetting to shoot you with one of his signature glares. “I’m not afraid, I’m just skeptical of your tea-making skills. I don’t have very high hopes for you.” He retorts.

“Ohhh, everyone’s a critic. Just try it.” You smirk, watching him eagerly over the rim of your mug as you take another sip. By this point, the tea was no longer steaming and could be sipped comfortably without the previously required caution so as to not burn your tongue. He huffs in amusement, side-eyeing you for another second before he decides that yes, he will indulge you, and picks up the mug. He takes a sip, and you make sure to scrutinize every single reaction that could possibly come from him. He furrows his brows only slightly, but what does it mean? “…well?” You prod, fingers tightening around your own cup in anticipation.

“Well.” He responds, carefully setting the cup down and crossing his arms. He looks back at you, his expression once again unreadable. “It’s not awful, I’ll give you that.” You smile, chuckling smugly to yourself. “Don’t look so pleased. I’m not saying I like it.” He gives you a stern look. “Whatever. That’s good enough for me. You’ll come around one day.” You say, bringing your tea up to take another sip, only to be abruptly stopped by his next words. “And what makes you think I’ll be staying around long enough to find out?” He soon comes to regret those words, eyebrows furrowing at the way your eyebrows momentarily shoot up, your cup centimeters away from your lips. The lips he so badly wanted for himself. Most people wouldn’t have noticed the way a flash of hurt passes through your features, only to be instantly replaced by a dry laugh. Not him, though. He’s rather prone to studying your every move, and was quick to pick up on the millisecond-long mood change.

You sigh through your nose. “Uh- I guess nothing. I was just- nevermind.” You laugh it off, deciding against the idea of finishing your sentence.

I was just hoping you would.

He inhales sharply, absentmindedly taking a sip of his tea, missing the way you raise an eyebrow in amusement. It once again turns into a frown as you recall the evening a few days prior. It was likely the closest you had ever been to him, or anybody for that matter. If you think about it hard enough, which to be honest hardly required any effort at all, the memory practically being ingrained into your mind, you can picture exactly how it felt. His firm grip around your waist as he hoisted the both of you off the ground assisted by his anemo vision, the wind occasionally brushing a strand or two of his hair against your own cheek, and though it almost embarrassed you to admit how much it affected you, his scent being carried to your sinuses through that same exact breeze. It wasn’t outstanding by any means, but it was alluring all the same. He smelled fresh, like the outdoors he was so fond of wandering through, with the faint undertone of the lavender soap used for washing clothes. Without even realizing, you would find yourself inhaling deeper than usual whenever the wind blew a little stronger when the two of you were together.

If he notices your hesitation, he decides to make no comment on it, the two of you both turning your heads to stare out the window. He can’t help but send quick glances towards you through his peripheral vision, whether to study your expression or just to look at you for the sake of doing so, he’s not even sure that he knows. With a gentle ping, you set your empty cup back down on the windowsill. With slight surprise, he looks down into his own glass to find it nearly empty as well. He knows that you’ll never let him hear the end of it, the nearly empty cup implying that he did actually appreciate your cup of tea, but he decides he’s not in any mood to try and hide it at the moment. You take a shaky inhale, speaking softly. “What do you plan on doing now?” The rest of your thoughts once again going unsaid. …since you’re not coming with me?

In all honesty, it was likely a bit unwise of you to have jumped to such conclusions. After all the time you’d been spending together, you had this odd recurring thought that it might not be so bad if he decided to accompany you more in the future. But you know he has his own duties to attend to, being indebted to the Lesser Lord and such. Not to mention his own worries he still has left to sort out for himself.

He turns his head to look at you. “..huh?”

“I mean, are you staying in Sumeru? Are you going to continue helping Nahida?”

Oh, right. That.

“I’m indebted to her in more ways than one. I’m staying until she no longer has any use for me. After that…” He trails off.

“You know Nahida doesn’t see you as just a tool, right? She’s not just going to discard you. She cares for you, whether you realize that or not.”

You fold your hands together in your lap, turning your full body to face him.

“Or maybe it’s you who doesn’t realize. I’m not exactly easy to care for.” He scowls, typical of him to do whenever such topics are brought up. Despite having gotten remarkably better, he still struggles when it comes to how he views himself. “Well, I think it’s unfair to call anything inherently easy, everything has its moments. But for what it’s worth… you’re not that hard to care for.”

He scoffs, leaning his head back against the wall with an audible thud. “And what would you know about care-“

“Do you not think I care about you..?” You ask, bordering dangerously close to a little too much tentativeness. He instantly lifts his head back up, putting on his best “I can’t believe you just said that” expression. He scoffs again. Just how many times has he scoffed throughout the last ten minutes? “You’d be a fool if you did.” He retorts.

“But.. you care about me, do you not?” You ask. His gaze falls back to your lips as they move, the same damn lips he was so close to kissing he could practically feel it if he tried hard enough. His face was so warm he could feel it. He does care about you, a concerning amount, dammit. His next words are purely on impulse and purely a last resort to save any last bit of dignity he might have left at this moment. “As a matter of fact, I do not-“

“Please don’t do that.” You interrupt sternly, this time not bothering to hide the hurt and disappointment as it creeps up your features. “Please don’t pretend. That hurts, you know? And it’s selfish, because I know why you’re doing it. You’re pretending like I’m nothing to you just so that you can appear the way you want to. And listen, I know you’re hurting, I know what you’ve been through and how it’s taking hold of you know, but for once, can’t you just give it a break? Give yourself a break?” You sigh once you finish speaking, brows remaining furrowed downward. He is, quite literally, speechless. You might as well have smacked him right in the face. He stares at you with a rather uncharacteristically stunned expression. It’s not often people can get him at such a loss for words. He knows you’re right, the little pit of guilt forming in his abdomen being stone cold proof of that.

“Or, maybe, it’s selfish of me. But when are you finally going to just let yourself exist and be happy?” You continue, and he’s unsure if that’s all you said or if there was more to it. He wouldn’t know, his mind was too loud.

“I- that’s not…” He stumbles over his words. “That is not what I meant.” He’s absolutely certain that if he possessed a heart, it would be thundering against his ribcage at this very moment. Now would be the perfect chance to prove you wrong, if he would just stop being such a coward for once. You were absolutely right, when was he going to allow himself to simply exist and feel? And for the record, didn’t he say the next time he got such a chance, he wouldn’t hesitate? So why is he still hesitating? He knows if he waits any longer, it will only lead to more and more pining, and even more regret. “Then what do you mean, Kunimitsu?” You ask, and anybody else in this situation would have likely had undertones of exasperation, but the way you speak is nothing short of pure patience and understanding. You always knew just how to treat him.

He sighs. It truly is now or never, isn’t it? He loves you. He knows that. And if he doesn’t admit it now, he likely never will. So, with a completely impulsive surge of confidence, he shows you what he means. Actions speak so much louder than words, after all.

He uses his hands as leverage to scoot himself closer to you, the skin of his thigh coming directly next to yours, skin now on skin. He just stares at you. Your eyes. Your lips. Eyes again. Lips. You raise an eyebrow, too afraid too say anything and too unsure to make any sort of move. He takes one last breath. Right now or fucking never, he thinks to himself. You jolt as he places his hands on top of your shoulders, using them to pull you into him. You gasp as his lips press against yours. Despite the forcefulness, the kiss is tender and featherlight, and you find yourself instantly melting, putting a hand to the back of his head when he begins to pull away. The other snakes up to his shoulder where it finds purchase on the side of his face. You feel your own heart drumming against your chest at a rapid pace, the butterflies in your stomach swarming at an alarming rate. You take a shaky inhale, too excited that you forget you were even a little hurt by him in the first place.

At this point, he has no idea what to do. Your hands are all over him, though he himself feels like a statue. Shouldn’t he have more control? He initiated this, after all. With a shaky hand, he decides the best place of settlement is a top your waist, his thumb gently rubbing circles against the fabric of your top. If the feeling was unpleasant, you make no signs of showing it. To you, it actually warmed your heart to know that he was brave enough (and cared enough) to touch you. With some reluctance, you pull away, dying to know what’s going on in that head of his. You look up at him lovingly, still cupping his face with both hands. You stifle a laugh, that warm bubbly feeling practically taking over you as it takes every ounce of concentration to not burst into a fit of giggles at just how damn pretty he looks right now.

“What!?” He asks, clearly annoyed, though his cheeks are still obviously flushed. “So you do care!” You gush, grinning madly.

“Obviously, that’s what I was trying to convey.” He mutters, turning his head away in some sort of attempt at concealing his embarrassment. You, however, are having absolutely none of it, and gently turn him back to face you. “I care about you too. Very, very much.” You coo, giving him one more quick peck.

By now, it’s clear how he feels about you. Whether or not either of you plan on saying it out loud yet is still undetermined, though the kiss seemed to take all he had, so saying those three special words might take a little longer. And as much as you want to hear him say it, he deserves to hear it first from you, someone who he knows wouldn’t tell him a lie. As independent as he is, everybody knows how nice it is to have someone by your side, no matter how hard they try and deny it. You decide, right then and there, that you will be that person for him. He knows, and he wants it more than anything else. So, with your own little surge of confidence, you lean your forehead against his and speak in a hushed, tender whisper. “And… I love you.” You don’t need to hear it back right away, you know he does too. He’ll say it when he’s ready, and you’re happy to wait for him as long as it takes.

[hikari-writes]

HIKARI’S SPECIAL SLEEPOVER PARTY -450 FOLLOWERS EVENT 🥳🥳🥳

Why, hello there! Thanks for all the follows everyone! I was just gone for a week so I’m very surprised to see my blog grew so much hhhhh-----

SO! I apologize in advance that this post is looking very bland but I didn’t had the time to edit any banners qwq. Anyways, as you can see in the title, I’ll be making a sleepover party! The time will start from today, Saturday 22 August 9:15 pm until Sunday 23 August 3:30 pm (PHST- Philippines Standard Time) (to anyone wondering, no im not a filipino, we just have the same timezone :))

WHAT WE’LL BE DOING;

❀ CUTIES BABBLES

- Just as the name suggests, we’ll babble together! Just scream anything you want in my inbox, anonymously or not; e.g. fangirl about stuff you like, tell me about your self-ship, ask anything about my works, tell me about yourself, or if you also want to ask anything about me :D! Anything and everything is welcomed! JUST INTERACT WITH ME PLEASE. (Except for nsfw or hate talk obviously 😖)

❀ ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!

- For this one, I’ll be making quick sketches for any character you ask for! Whether you want it to be them interacting with you, or just them eating or doing something else! Or in case anyone wants an angst, that’s very much welcomed too *cough*hanahakihehe*cough*(*cough* or maybe them in glasses *cough*)(Nothing too hard though, i’m not a pro qwq) REALLY, anything and everything is accepted! Reminder that these are sketches I’ll be doing in my sketchbook, so it’s all in traditional art. (because it’s faster and I actually prefer drawing on paper than on my phone---) I’ll be doing everyone or everything from the fandoms I’ve listed in my rules for requesting post (it’s in my navigation for anyone wondering)! ONE EXCEPTION, HOWEVER! Is the fandom Haikyuu! I can draw the characters you want, but I don’t know all of them so to avoid anything ooc, please give a bit of specifics or their characteristics if you wanna request for them! My art isn’t the best though so please don’t expect anything too high---

❀ VINES, MEMES OR INCORRECT QUOTES BABY

- It’s quite similar to the one above, but this one is more specific. Request any character that you want as vines or memes or incorrect quotes! I’ve been into them lately after watching lots of tbhk vines on youtube hehe... These will also be in traditional art, so I can’t really insert the original audio (if they have it) but I will put the dialogues. Since this is an x reader blog, it would be preferable if you request anything that has a reader insert in it, but if you don’t want to, that’s totally fine too! AND IF YOU WANT TO USE THE CASTS FOR MY SMAUS THAT WOULD BE SO APPRECIATED HHH---)

❀ HIT MY INBOX WITH REQUESTS

- If anyone doesn’t know, requests are open--- There’s currently 2 requests pending so please send them in if you have any qwq Make sure to read the rules first though!

❀ INTERACT WITH MY BABIES!

- If anyone wants to interact with me using my persona, it’s very much welcomed! Please specify though, since this one is different than [ CUTIES BABBLES ] since while you’ll still interact with me(cause it’s my persona) for this one, I’ll be using doodles (traditionally) to interact with you! To anyone that doesn’t know how my persona looks, here’s their forms!

The first picture is the one I used most, since it’s easier to draw. She’s the more passive and calm Hikari, but once she loses her shit, it’s the end of the world. The second picture is the more active and dumbass Hikari. She’s very chaotic and reckless. To differentiate both hikaris, just refer to active hikari as P! Hikari (p stands for ponytail) The short haired boy is basically the genderbent version of Hikari, but he doesn’t have a name as of yet. I said genderbent, but he acts more like someone who constantly fighting or arguing with P! Hikari (also a bit of a caretaker for her). He’s basically tired of her shit.

❀ SLEEPOVER GAMES OWO

- Basically any sleepover game you wanna play with me! Kiss marry kill, would you rather, which character would, and anything else! Please, I’m trying to make this a fun sleepover.

These are all I could offer you! I’m sorry that this event looks so boring, since it has no theme, but since this one was rushed, I can’t help it. I just want to interact more with my followers so please excuse this one. I’ll do a better one for another milestone event. Also, this event is quite short since well, it was rushed, but I hope there’s at least one person who participated in it.

Once again, thank you very very much to all of my followers. Who would’ve guessed I’d reach 450 followers right? I guess people do grow. I appreciate all of your likes, reblogs, and comments on my stuff. They really make me happy and I’m so glad you enjoyed my content, if just a bit. I hope to be able to interact with all of you more in the future! Thank you again! ☺ If this flopped, just forget this ever happened---

If anyone don’t want to see this event, just blacklist the tag [ #hikari’s 450 sleepover!! ]