#i REALLY wanna know if there is a sequal that if they even touch on the story as well

[galaxy-bri]

i'm gonna put my expectations low for whatever it is they're gonna announce for the pokemon presents, but if BW get some kinda announcement, I'm so eager to know if it's a remake or a sequal. I can only see a continuation of Ingo's situation being brought to a sequal/soft reboot rather than a remaster. Closure bruh, it's all i need 😭Like i gotta know that they didn't just throw his story off and they pick it up somehow, how's emmet doing, is the battle subway still the same, etc. crying my eyes out

[xazse]

I NEED A SEQUAL TO YOUR AFAB!GOJO X READER

AFAB!GOJO x MALE!READER

Notes: listen listen, ur gonna be mad at me but I had to this was the only way I had seen it ending! AND IF YOU DONT LIKE IT JUST LMK AND ILL DO AN ALTERNATIVE ENDING! And I think you meant my recent one? The Afab gojo

Tags: Smut, mentions of Afab!Geto, titjob, cuckholding, The readers actions might not align with yours! Just wanted to let some of you guys know and reader is kind of a bastard. 😭

Pairings: Afab!gojo x male!reader

Satoru despises this right now, he hates it, after your night together, with you fucking him so good in your car, He finds himself wanting to so badly at night, hell even in the mornings hes going crazy. Rubbing his clit for so long it starts to sting, night after night he’s fucking himself with his fingers.

You weren’t lying when you said you had been watching Suguru for a while now, he sees your drifting eyes when he’s in your proximity, he sees it all. Satoru can admit his best friend really is pretty, gandering attention from men and women, he just wishes you weren’t apart of that crowd.

So he’s devised a plan to keep Suguru away from you at all times. He changes his and Sugurus route to school, (they live together and travel everywhere together) he has your classes memorized so that was also easy. Suguru had brought up questions about the changes but he quickly reassured him that nothing was wrong: that he just wanted a change of scenery.

Suguru doesn’t know you, and Satoru wants to keep it that way. He truly doesn’t know why he’s doing all of this for you, I mean he could definitely score someone “better” than you, funnier than you, and just a lot more nicer in general but he keeps finding himself craving you even more.

It seems to work, everything is working in his favor… but you.. you’re a little too quiet, over the years Satoru’s noticed you’re rather upfront with the people you want, so why haven’t you made an attempt at Suguru from the start?

“Attachment: 2 images”

His phone goes off again

“Attachment: 1 video”

Image one consists of Suguru on his knees, with his face covered in cum, seemingly your cum, and dried tears.

Image two is Suguru with his pretty tits, pressed up around your cock, a cute cloudy smile decorating his face.

Satoru feels like time has stopped around him, he doesn’t blame Suguru at all since he hadn’t known of his and yours weird relationship, but you, you’re a bastard through and through, But Satorus fingers don’t stop him from clicking on the video.

It’s Suguru with his legs spread on a table facing forward, facing the camera. He can see all of Sugurus bits, he can see the way you’re sliding in him inch by inch, he can hear Suguru whining at the mere stretch of you. Sugurus hand flies up to his mouth to muffle some of the groans spilling out, then you begin fucking him ruthlessly, even with this you’re still holding the camera perfectly, making sure to rub it in Satorus face even more.

He can hear the lewd wet slapping sounds of your pelvis meeting sugurus ass, the glistening of your slick mixing together already.

He knows Suguru can feel the sting in his pussy when you do slam back into him, knows that it feels so fucking mind numbing and good. You use one of your hands to push his leg towards his shoulder to get deeper and a better angle. Suguru is wrecked with loud sobs of pleasure, one of his hands maneuver to his clit and he begins circling it roughly.

Satoru feels his own clit needing to be touched, his panties are soaking wet three minutes into the video, interrupted he can hear Suguru talking or at least attempting: “please..please.. I wanna..” by this point his hair is strewn all over his face, sticking in some places, he doesn’t even seem to be all there, you’ve reduced the poor man into nothing.

Satoru feels awful, his heart feels heavy, his body is on fire, he doesn’t have anyone he can call at this late hour to help him release his frustrations. He uses his dildo that night, it doesn’t compare it never will, he fucks himself on it for hours and hours, repeating your video everytime. He’s milking his pussy till tears are streaming down his face, but his hips won’t stop.

[writingissues]

Title: Telling Pairing: Gajeel x Levy Fandom: Fairy Tail AO3: Link Summary: There is something Levy must tell Gajeel but it seems no matter what it won’t leave her lips.  Notes: based on the recent gajevy chapter cover from the sequal and personal hcs and theories between Rboz and me about why Levy hasn’t told Gajeel she’s pregnant yet. 

The books felt heavy on Levy's lap as she sat alone in their room, Gajeel had gone out to the guild with Panther Lily after their book date at the local store. She had made the excuse she wanted to read what she bought and wanted the quiet instead of the usual rowdiness of the guild. Something both seemed to accept and Levy thanked whatever God there was for that small miracle. But now she was alone and the script mage wasn't even sure where to start.

She had bought mothering books and somehow was able to get them passed Gajeel without him snooping like he usually did (something she didn't mind at all she loved showing what she had bought) but Levy wasn't sure what she would have done if he had seen them. The whole situation had left Levy in pieces, it had been a week since she took the pregnancy test and just a few days since Polyruska confirmed it. And she wasn't even sure why she hadn't told Gajeel yet, it was pressed against her lips and burning on her tongue every time they were alone together, but she choked on them.

The words "We're having a baby" just seemed to not want to come out. The fear of making those words real seemed to be seeping into her, finally with a deep breath she moved her hand and touched the cover of the first book that showed a mother holding her baby both looked happy and serene. Levy gave a small smile at it her mind flashing of herself doing that someday, well in just a few months it seemed that would become a reality.

It would be a lie to say she was not excited, happy even but the deafening fear seemed to drown it out when it finally hit her that she was going to be responsible for another life, a life she created with Gajeel. The man she loved but for some reason the doubt began to move in the back of her mind of how he would act. She adored the man but they were young, there were still things he wanted to do still (as well as she did) and it wasn't like it wasn't something they talked about, she knew he wanted a family and she knew he would be happy about this but as she moved her hands to lay against her still flat belly a sad smile crossed her lips.

He was a good man and he would do the right thing but that's not how or why Levy wanted to get married even if it was her dream to marry him. Levy closed her eyes with a sigh as she laid her head back against the couch only to slowly open them as she stared up at the ceiling.

A part of her felt like she was making this much more dramatic and complicated that it needed to be but the fear, or anxiety just sat on her chest like a stone making it unable for her to move. The longer she knew she kept this a secret the angrier he would be at her, and he would have a right to be angry at her, at least that what Levy believed. Slowly she moved the books and stood up walking to the kitchen, as she stood in there making tea, she didn't hear the door open or the jovial voices that accompted the noise. Though that stopped and as Levy turned with the tea pot in her hands, she was welcomed to a view of Gajeel in the kitchen doorway holding a book out with a look she wasn't able to describe really on his face.

"Somethin' you wanna tell me Lev?" his voice was steady but she could see the book shake slightly, and it wasn't from repressed anger. Levy's mouth felt dry as she opened and then closed it she didn't even notice that she had set the boiling teapot on the table and was walking closer to him.

"It.." she finally began she had to tell him! "It's not what you think Gajeel." she smiled at him, she could feel herself shaking he was going to know she was bullshitting and she wasn't even sure why herself. "I was just curious there aren't many mothers at the guild and well it's something we both want someday." she touched his shoulder as he moved the book in front of him staring down at it his face softening.

"Tch Lev." he looked up at her and smiled, "Ya scared the shit outta me ya know." with a laugh he threw the book onto the table and then leaned down and kissed her. Levy smiled as she felt her insides burning her fingers digging into his shirt.

"Why don't you take a shower you smell like alcohol." Levy pushed him slightly as she laughed before giving him a wink.

"Tch. seems like someone has some interestin' plans tonight." with a wolfish grin he left leaving Levy smiling and waving him off. And once he was gone, she felt herself sinking onto her knees and her body turning cold.

She was the worst.

She was the absolutely worst girlfriend and future mother in the world.

Tears began to well up in her brown eyes before furiously brushing them away. She was going to tell him, on her own term in a few days. She would make a huge dinner and dress up for him, maybe even write the words 'baby' in iron and give it to him, she smiled at the thought. Yes, it would be perfect, she was going to do this and slowly she stood up her hands turning into fists as she pumped them once in determination.

She was going to make this up to Gajeel, to the baby!

She just had too.

[jasmineroseseverything]

tough

ive been up at night 

feeling all uptight 

bout the shit that u told me 

i am not surprised 

baby u know  faces like yours got the most to hide 

so much weird shit and lies 

i must be trippin 

cuz thats what it sure  feels like

theres this weird guy 

who keeps looking at me 

like he might 

snatch me up if i stay here past 5 

he looks too old to be here 

losing his hair 

scared to look over again 

back to the subject at hand 

dont feel like there is much to write 

barley even know this guy

i thought he was cool 

and he was cute too boo

i enjoy what he brings 

he makes me laugh 

saying stupid things 

he passes time by very quickly 

that must be a good quality 

dont follow me 

do not quote me 

i said dont take what i say

 so seriously 

so what was up last night 

i was holding back 

tho i wanted a fight 

no hes not my man 

but i didnt say that thats something i wouldnt like 

i thought he was catchin what i was throwin 

maybe i thought wrong 

or was i deceived by my own emotion 

he does not know a thing bout 

how im really feeling 

i rather have that instead of games 

going in circles and twirls 

always on different pages 

i dont know how to gauge this 

i wanna be respected 

i dont care bout being rejected 

i just got over him 

and when i say him 

not him 

another like him 

i like the same kinda men 

but whatever 

so i was feelin better 

talkin to him 

he made me happy again 

then i left home 

climbed out the window 

met up with 

u know

im not loyal 

but i wanted afro to be 

oh no 

hypocrisy 

dont get mad at me 

so i mess with the past 

thinking i can handle it 

im past 

all of the shit 

funny how i still regretted it 

but i still kinda enjoyed it 

left that 

came back 

thought of u know 

rigo 

u know how

it be tho 

he wit his people 

so im waiting for the sequal 

i was feeling oh so fetal 

he so sly 

meaning deceitful  

he was talkin bout his friend 

no contigo 

his homies 

i dont need tho 

i was feelin him 

guess he felt different 

i know its all about the sex 

but im just not in the right position 

to be letting niggas in 

and he knows it 

the past is an exception 

im fast with the interception 

i want some new attention 

like i said i want to be respected 

plus what did this dude do to even be blessed with what i have below my necklace 

he already touched it 

im already tempted 

i wanna stay in control 

i dont wanna let these niggas know 

how much power they hold 

im just trynna be independent 

and i am 

and i will be 

im not the one to give out like im desperate 

i still look forward to our connection 

missed him today 

fuck it 

im chillin in acceptance 

niggas expect it so easily like their entitled 

they wanna claim they dont need it like that 

but theyre lying 

im tired of pretending like im not fantasizin 

late at night 

shit early mornin 

 the sun shinin 

im not good at lying 

i dont put up fronts 

i am upfront 

[lokis-lady-death]

Return to Crimson Peak Pt 4

Return to Crimson Peak

Disclaimer: This story is written as a sequal to Crimson Peak. If you couldn’t handle the original story, please don’t read, because that would be dumb.

Sir Thomas Sharpe x Reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Mini Series Halloween

The slight creaking of floor panels, the sudden jolt of something running through the pipes in the walls, followed by eery, unnatural silence.

All the through the night, that’s all I heard. The constant sound of life flowing through a house that had known nothing but death.

I had stayed quiet, kept my eyes close, certain that if I ignored it, the nagging terror in the back of my mind would cease.

I just wanted to go to sleep.

But it was in that last moment of consciousness that I heard it. Faint but so distinctive I would know it anywhere.

My phone had just received a text.

Popping back to life, I scooped up my cell and praised to the Verizon Gods for bestowing me with enough signal to try and communicate with the outside world.

But when I opened the lock screen, I stopped.

The sender information read across the top: (028) **** - 6609, Belfast, Ireland.

I didn’t know anyone from Ireland.

I wrinkled my brow but clicked ‘open’, my blood turning to ice in my veins as I read, “Get. Out. Now.” down the message. No subtext. No name.

I jumped from my bed and ran out my bedroom door to Luke’s room. “Luke!” I begged, “Luke, open the door!” My fists pounded on the door in loud unison like a war drump. “Luke!”

In the corner of my eye, I caught movement. It caused me to freeze, my mind running rampant but my body unable to process a single thought. More movement, accompanied by a loud thump.

I moved, slowly, knowing that once I saw what was coming, I couldn’t deny it anymore. Any of it.

As my head rotated around, my heart began to speed up, When I finally saw the body, coated in some type of red gunk, I screamed. The body slowly came towards me, one forced step after another thump. “LUKE!”

I jiggled the knob, trying desperately to get in.

Thump.

Even if it was still in this horrific house, at least in his room I wouldn’t be alone. “Luke, please!”

Thump.

I could hear something on the other side of the door, but still no answer. “OPEN THE DOOR, LUKE!”

Thump.

I closed my eyes tight, whispering to myself, “It’s not real. They’re not real. They’re not real, they can’t hurt me.”

The door flew open and I pushed on through, slamming it closed behind me.   

I hadn’t realized how hard I was crying until Luke snapped me out of it with a firm shake. My palms had dug so hard into my eyes that my vision blurred a moment before straightening out.

“What the hell, y/n?”

“Someone text me, and then there was a body in the hall!”

His face contorted in confusion. “What?”

I held my phone up to his face, giving him the extra long minute to read so his slow processing mind could understand before pointing at the door. “And then while I was knocking on your door, something started walking down the hall, covered in red.”

“Like red clay?” Luke exclaimed, his unnerving excitement sending a shiver down my spine. “That’s how they used to dispose of the wives. The Sharpes? Remember? They would leave their bodies in the clay wells in the cellar!”

Luke pushed me to the side and flung the door open despite my protests. But there was no one there.

“Dammit, how come you’re the only one who keeps seeing the cool stuff?”

“Why are you acting like this is great? I’ve been laying in my bed freaking out hearing all kinds of spooky shit! If this house is really haunted like in the book, then it’s only a matter of time before something happens to us, we need to leave...”

“Why are you so scared, it’s obviously fake?”

I narrowed my eyes and set my hands on my hips. “You think what I’m seeing is fake?”

“Y/n. Seriously. Why would a ghost call you?” he reasoned. I bit my lip, knowing that it made absolutely no sense. “Come on, think about it. It’s a marketing scheme. Your number is in their system, they obviously text you that message to freak you out. They’re probably what caused all the weird shit you’ve been hearing. If we, the great great whatever grandkids of Edith Cushing have a crazy experience here, maybe write a book or a blog about it, surely they’ll pick up business, right?”

I couldn’t believe his reasoning was so clear. He had wanted to believe all this far more than I did, but as far as he was concerned, none of what I saw was real.

I stood there trying to sort through what to do next when he pulled me into an unexpected hug. “You wanna stay in my room tonight, scaredy cat?”

I mumbled yes under my breath and we settled in for the night. I kept my phone in my hand all night, trying hard to feel as strongly resolved as Luke, but finding myself unable to shake the feeling that we shouldn’t be here.

~~~~~

I didn’t remember falling asleep but I woke up to a sharp pain my stomach. I grunted before finally coughing, hard. Luke was disturbed and sat up beside me, patting me on the back. “Are you okay?”

“I think my nerves got me sick,” I told him, feeling my face to check for a fever.

“You’re fine, just need something to eat. Let’s go check out the complementary open kitchen.”

One of the selling points of the Allerdale Hall was their meal plan: open kitchen. Some foods were supposed to be premade and stored there for the guests to enjoy for breakfast, lunch and dinner. For broke travelers, the price factored into their overnight stay was hard to argue.

Just like the rest of the house, the kitchen had its original gothic charm with some modern upgrades. I was just  grateful for the overflowing pantry and fridge.

“I’ll find you something,” Luke offered, “You sit down and take a break.”

I appreciated the sentiment since he wasn’t exactly comforting the night before.

The the rear entrance door flew open and in came the bouncing pink haired owner, Rain. “Good morning, my lovelies!” she sang to us as she passed by. “How was your first night?”

Luke glanced over at me before grinning. “Intense. But satisfactory.”

She gave us her toothless grin before saying, “Glad to hear it!”

I felt myself relax a bit, for what reason I don’t know. Maybe because she looked so untouched by the events I had endured, or because she just had that glow of life about her that I was excited to see.  “Yea, the dinner was a nice touch.”

“Oh? What did you guys do?”

Luke and I locked eyes. “The dress up dinner?” Luke pointed out.

Rain’s smile didn’t fade but her head tilted while she asked, “The what?”

He looked at me again but knew before I could speak a word what was going through my mind. “The dress up dinner. With the actors?”

Her smile faded. “Actors?”

“We got an invitation and clothes sent to our rooms?” I pressed, feeling a wave of nausea roll over me. “There were, like, 50 people  in the great room.  There were actors dressed up as the Sharpes. Are you saying you didn’t send it?”

“No,” she answered, “We don’t do dinners. Everything is ‘serve yourself’. And I certainly don't have the means to get actors to a hotel surrounded by 2 feet of snow.”

Luke laughed as he handed me a glass of orange juice, “Yeah, okay.” But you and Rain weren’t laughing. “So where were you at in this weather?”

“I was home?”

“You don’t live here?” Probably the first real hint of concern in Luke’s voice etched it’s way out this time, and that caught my attention.

“Of course not,” Rain scoffed with a half smile. As her eyes darted between the two of us, she added, “You really think I would buy and live in a haunted house? A ton of people died here, no I’m not doing that. That’s just asking for trouble. My husband and I stay in the trailer Outback.”

“Have you ever stayed the night here?” I asked quickly, needing to know if she had any idea what I could have been seeing the last 12 hours.

She paused. “Yes.”

“And?”

Her eyes went to the floor and she gave another pause, trying to find the words. “I run this house as a job. I like the macabre yea, and Victorian things, sure. But this house.” Her eyes ran around the kitchen, like she was expecting someone else to speak. “It's got a feeling with it. Like there's some dark force boiling thought with the clay…”

Silence. All three of us listening harder to see if anyone else was in the house.

But nothing.

“Can we go down to the cellar to see the clay wells?”

Rain smiled while I felt sicker at the thought. I stifled back a cough, but remember the odd taste of citrus and metal in my mouth.

“Sure ya can,” she encouraged to my dismay. “Let me show you how to go…”

“Absolutely not.” I was firm, and I wasn’t going to change my mind. “I’m not doing that.”

Luke didn’t care, he just shrugged. “I can go with her. You are more than welcome to wait in my room.” He grinned. “Alone.”

I bit my tongue and finished drinking my juice. “Fine.” Hopping from my seat I gave them both a final salute and marched up the stairs. I was not about to go into any cellar in a haunted house.

Absolutely not.

So alone I tracked to my room, sure that if I could just get to my phone and turn on some music to drown out the world around me, I might maintain my sanity.

I was halfway down the hall when I began hearing the strange rattling in the pipes again. I stopped immediately, my eyes following the movement of the rattle down the other hallway with the round mirror. And the room that emitted that strange light.

“Nope,” I thought. “Not today. I am done with this bullshit.”

But when I willed my feet to take me to my room, I couldn’t move. Instead, I started coughing.

Hard.

I leaned over, slightly retching on my own gags, when I felt a hand on my back trying tonsoothe me. Finally catching my breath I whipped my head around and see Sir Thomas Sharpe.

The actor?

Or something else entirely.

“You!” I snapped.

“Yes?” His brow quircked at my tone, his eyes focusing on mine.

“Who the hell are you?”

His tongue swept across his lips as he averted his eyes, trying to come up with a response.

“The owner said no one else was here last night. That she didn’t hire any actors for some dinner party.” I stepped up to him and narrowed my eyes. “So. Explain.” He didn’t answer, instead managing to look completely blank while my aggravation rose.  “She said no one is here but her, her husband, me and Luke. Does that mean you’re her husband? If that’s the case, who were the other people at that party?”

“I’m not her husband,”

His tone was so ice cold I shuttered before asking in a low voice, “Then who are you?” He only stared at me with those blue eyes, his nostrils flaring while he ignored my questions. “I know I didn’t imagine that party. I know I didn’t imagine all those people. Luke saw it all, too. So why, then? Why would she say that?”

He didn’t answer and I felt my anger subsiding for fear and confer. “Please just tell me your name. Your real name. Tell me who you really are and what you’re doing here. Because you’re not a hotel guest and you don’t work here.” The tears were heavy, stinging my eyes more and more with each blink.

The rattling in the pipes started agaij, this time further down the hall. I pushed passed Thomas to follow jt, ending up outside of the door i had come to the day before. Light came through the bottom and i could hear distinctive movements on the other side. “If you won't tell me what's going on, I'll find out for myself.”

I could feel him as he got beside me, stopping me just as my hand got to the doorknob.

“Don't.” and again my anger came out.

“What you people are doing isn’t scary. It’s fucked up! It’s not funny, it’s not amusing, its driving me insane and I want it to stop! My brother insists that despite what I’ve seen, this is all fake. He is determined we haven’t experienced anything real and that what I have seen has been a part of some scare tactic to build up business. If that’s true, you people have a lot of nerve pulling this shit…”

I inhaled sharply, the ferocity in my voice so sharp it cut with every word I lashed out. But in the end, I felt myself weaken. Thomas’s eyes were glaring at me now, and I became well aware of just how large a man he was. For all his well spoken, well mannered impression of Sir Thomas Sharpe, this actor had never broken away from character. Even when he scolded me and Luke for the seayonce. And now, staring me down with a clenched jaw, I couldn’t help but feel something inside me twist like what I was looking at was no longer human.

I could see something burning in his eyes and I was made both painfully and frighteningly aware that I could be dealing with something far darker.

He spoke, low and serious, “Do you think it is meant to be amusing, Ms. y/n?” He took a step towards me, his eyes staying focused on my own. “You believe ghosts are meant to bring you amusement? That you can pay a little money, see the oddity, and maybe have something interesting to tell your friends. That ghosts exist here, in the world of the living to souley bring a touch of magic into your otherwise gloomy existence?” I took a step back, so small that it shouldn’t have meant anything, but Thomas reached out and took hold of my wrist. His skin was cold it felt like he wrapped me in dry ice.

It burned.

“No, I’m not done yet! You living come to this home, this place where I was born. Where I lived. Where I died. And you make a mockery of my life, asking with your little rituals to see some glimpse of me, of my sister, only to taunt us.” His grip on my wrist tightened, making me wince. “And you.” He took pause, seeing the tears swelling in my eyes. He didn’t let me go, but I could see the regret. “You.” It was like he snapped out a dream, his eyes lowered and he finally released me. “You should never have come here.”

There was a loud, unmistakable pounding from the other side of the door behind me. My head whipped around to see while my heart raced in my chest. A strong wave of confusion and pain washed over me as I began to cough again, Thomas letting go of me long enough to cough into the back of my hand.

When I stopped, I realized the knocking had ceased and Thomas was gone.

I also noticed another tinge of red on my hand where I coughed.

“Is that blood?”

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[shiroe-is-my-baby]

Unfestive

Summary: Part one of my sequal to the cake fic, which takes place the next portion which is the last episode right as shit hits the fan with the people of the land.

W: self-insert, fluff (mostly platonic in this one), slight angst

"Ashie! Oh, Ashie!" I groaned at the sound of the woman's loud voice, shielding my eyes from the bright light that shined from the now open doorway. My eyes were heavy, sleep long from them and knawing with dried up tears from the night before. I could barely move, only enough to throw a blanket over my face to cover me. Marielle, who leaned against the doorframe, placed her hand on her hip with a heavy sigh. "What are you doing?" "Sleeping. Hibernating. Dying." I mumbled into the pillow, hearing the clicking of her footsteps as she came closer. "Awh, sweetie, is this about Shiroe?" She asked. "No. What made you think that?" "Well, you've been stuck inside your room since yesterday." "That's because I'm trying this new thing where I sleep in, catch up on sleep for about a week. It really seems to help." "Oh yeah? Help with what?" She asked, leaning down beside my bed. Her hands gripped at the covers, forcing them from my grip rather harshly. My eyebrows furrowed from the exposure of the light, trying to see her face through the squint of my eyes. Her smile helped a bit. "My dignity," I grumbled, rolling over onto my side.

Marielle huffed a sigh, tilting her head and letting her fingers shift through my messy hair. She massaged my scalp, her touch feeling almost motherly in a way. Her and Henrietta always knew how to make me feel better with just a simple touch. Maybe that's why this place always seemed to feel like home. Why I loved them like family. She tried to roll me over, exposing my face yet again as she spoke to me softly. "Oh, honey," She said, "It wasn't that bad, was it?" "Marielle, I literally asked the leader of one of the strongest battle guilds on a fake date to make the man jealous. I literally watched as those two force fed him literally heaping amounts of cakes. I don't wanna ever see his or their face again." My voice sounded whiny, though a little muffled by the blankets. "That's... gonna be a little hard." "What are you talking about?" I asked, looking over my shoulder.

Marielle winced a bit, readying herself for what she was about to tell me. She pursed her lips, hearing me sit up and heighten my voice warningly. "Marielle-" "Okay, okay! I might have signed you up for the fashion show." "You did what?" "You looked so sad! And I thought you'd want to have some fun with me and the others!" I groaned, flopping down into my back. The last thing I wanted to do was partake in any more of the festivities. Especially those that I'd have to see anyone or go outside for. I wanted to stay inside for days, maybe even weeks. I felt so humiliated and still overwhelmed with jealousy. The tears never stopped flowing since I made it back to the guild hall. Shiroe hadn't left my mind either. He was everywhere. Every time I closed my eyes I saw his smile, or that stupid little nervous look at that table. It never seemed to vanish. My heart felt so heavy, and I still liked him. So much. And even through all this embarrassment, I still wanted to see him. My cute little guild master. Woah, where did that come from?! "I can't do this, Marielle. You have to find someone else," I said, speaking to the ceiling. "No, no. You're gonna get up. I can't just leave you here all pouty like this! You've gotta get up and have some fun!" She grasped the blanket, quickly yanking it from my bed and letting it ravel into the floor. I groaned, throwing a pillow over my face. She sighed again, grabbing the pillow and then yanking on my wrists. Groans fell from my lips as I was pulled into a sitting position on the bed. Marielle brushed my hair behind my ear, patting it down until it looks presentable. With a soft sigh, she patted my hand and grabbed some clothes from the floor. She sat them on the bed, smiling warmly. "Now, get dressed. I picked out just the thing for you. It's gonna look so great on you. The boys won't know what to do with themselves," She said, winking playfully.

She pulled herself up from the floor, sitting down beside me on the bed. The two of us were quiet do a moment, sitting together in the silence of he room. I slowly laid my head on her shoulder, curling up beside her into her warmth. Marielle was like my big sister. I felt so comfortable with her, protected almost. "But I don't want just any boy to notice me." "I know, sweetie... I know..." She patted my head, rubbing against the top with her cheek. "Shiroe doesn't even know I exist..." "Are you kidding? Of course he does! You two are really good friends! He cares about you..." "Yeah," I said, "But does he like me?" Marielle sighed, squeezing my hand tightly on top of her knee. I felt the words before they were spoken. I knew what she was going to say way before she took a breath. It was the same as anyone in the situation I was in. "I don't know, Ashie. That's something for you and him to talk about. I can't... we can't know for sure until one of you just tells the other how you feel," She said, the serious tone in her voice coming in clear as day. I sighed, nodding. "You're right." She patted my leg, kissing the top of my head as if I was a child. Then, she jumped up from the bed and beamed down at me. "Alrighty, now, get dressed! We've got lots to do for this afternoon!" "Okay, okay. But can I eat first? I'm hungry." "Oh, silly. You don't have to worry about that at all!" Marielle giggled, quickly exiting the room as she insisted on me to get dressed. I wasn't sure what she had planned, but I was too hungry to refuse.