You can&#x27;t just expect me to pay attention to you.

Everyone else is.

It might sound cliche--because I am a huge cliche all on my own--but you have to realize now I’m not like everyone else.

“I.. I don’t know.” He shrugged.

“Because you’ve horns? Or you have fire? You thought me that much a close minded person?

“You’re not scared?”

#my gifs stopped working i give up

“A’course not,” she sighed and quirked a brow. “Why would I be?”

“Wait!” Michael suddeny stood after her, but a gust of wind folowed and made his cloak dance and fall from his head. Growing from under his hair were a set of ram horns, curling behind his ears. Fire sprouted from his hands, burning the bandages.

She was just starting to walk away before she whipped around. “WHAT?” she growled, but then she was soothed by the looks of him. “That’s... that’s not scary. At all.”

“The point is I dont want to hurt you. It’s not a threat, I just… You’re sort of pretty and I get nervous and things never go well for me hen that happens.”

“Go figure. Finally find somebody who isn’t creepy that thinks I’m pretty and he won’t even talk to me,” her temper flared, and the Welsh girl stood and huffed a breath. “You wouldn’t even give me a chance.”

“You do, actually. So yes. But that isn’t the point.” He played with the bandages around his hands.

#'i will punch u u fuckin wank lets see how far scared will get you anywhere near my immediate vicinity' is what shes sayin in her head #michael

“You mustn’t have working eyes then,” she muttered, raising a brow, “Then what’s the point?

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“Because I’m worth it”.

dextyr

Thank you.

#christ #writer

monika-writer-maybe

“I really suggest not talking to me. I can guarantee you’ll get hurt, or scared.” The young boy said under his hood.

“I can guaruntee that I’ll be fine,” she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “You don’t scare me. Do I really look like someone easily scared?”

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And here we see Monika and a distant relative in a play spat.

#writer

Monika was trying to muster up any kind of inspiration to write, but nothing would come. Her pen tapped hopelessly against her desk and she rubbed her thumb along the side of it, feeling the gold rivets. She’d zoned out somewhere in her little tapping session, and then when she was full of reality again, she looked up, expecting to see somebody. But there was no one. She got up and brushed her bangs out of her eyes, making her way out of her office, until she bumped into someone coming in. “Sorry,” she muttered, “I was going to go for a walk, I didn’t mean to--you know,” she made a gesture with her hand, “Whatever. Anyway, what do you need?”

#rgstarter

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Little Big Catherine Things: Décolletage. “I always struggle to keep up with him (David Tennant) because he hasn’t got breasts like I have. Breasts aren’t built for running.”

#ME TOO CATHS #writer

What exactly is the nature of the relationship between monica and Michael?

Monika and Michael have been friends for a while, that’s how she got her job at Hogwarts. How I took it was that, when she came back, she’d just come back from a long vacation to find that Michael was in a coma.

No matter what, she’s always going to love him, and she’s always going to need him. They’re in a relationship, I suppose, but no matter what she’s always going to love him.

#answered #michael

With no intention of waiting, Michael slid his hands up her legs and spread them to slip in between. After lingering into her kiss, he pulled away and pressed his lips to her neck once again his hand slipping under her to cup her backside.

Monika tossed her glasses aside, letting him part her legs. She tilted her head to the side and smiled wistfully, raking her nails down his back gently. “Guess who did yoga over the summer?” she asked quietly, raising her brow.

Michael was feeling a little impatient and while the flirting was a subtle foreplay, he wanted to pop the buttons off of Monikas blouse that instant. During the summer he had dabbled a little bit with a woman, but she was hardly anything compared to the way Monika was in his mind now. Michael grabbed her arm and pulled her down onto the bed, kneeling at the edge to hover above the ginger. “Or I could see you.”

Monika was looking up at the mirror when he pulled her to the bed. She was a tad startled, but she looked up at him after calming down quickly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. After a long summer of that long trip to Russia, and the Bahamas, no America, and the hospital, she had a lot of time to reflect. Michael was the best she ever had, here and emotionally. “I wouldn’t mind that.”

Michael led her into his bedroom, striding across the floor until he stopped at his king sized bed, and pointed up. “What do you think?” He asked. Up on the ceiling was a mirror, situated right above his bed.

Monika pushed her bangs out of her way as she looked up, pouting a little, before she smiled. “I think it’s lovely, if you want to see your face when you wake up in the morning,” she looked at him and quirked a brow, a soft hint of a smile indicating she was kidding. She really liked it.

Michael stood tall and proud, knowing if he gave her a command she was likely to do it. He pulled off his jacket and rolled his sleeves up. “I’d like you opinion on something. I just installed it.” He said, turning without a word, expecting her to follow.

Monika watched him with interest, raising her brows as he took off his jacket. “I’d be glad to give my opinion,” she smiled, following behind him with her fingers laced in front of her.