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mrchiipchrome · 1 month

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Call Your Girlfriend

W.C. - 2.2k

This is a prologue to ‘New Girlfriend’ but I might make another version of it to give this a different ending…

Also much love to Robyn who made my childhood and the song this is based on:)

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“Call your girlfriend, it’s time you had the talk.” The laughter died down just the moment before Olga utter the words Alexia dreads. She knew that what she was doing was wrong, that going out with another woman when you were at home waiting at home for her was cruel. Yet she still did it.

“What?” Alexia watches as the girl beside her rolls her eyes, bringing her lukewarm drink up to her lips to take a quick sip. It doesn’t soothe her dry throat, the saliva in Alexia’s mouth turning thick and making it hard for her to accentuate her words.

“Don’t play dumb with me Alexia, it doesn’t suit you.” Olga’s eyes soften when she notices Alexia’s almost crestfallen look, taking the Barcelona captain into her arms.

“I don’t think I’m ready.” Alexia mutters into the fabric of the other girl’s dress, the badly lit pub barely letting her see her ‘girlfriend’ much less the judgemental look she gets from the bartender every time she looks in their direction.

“I don’t want to be a secret anymore, I don’t want to sneak around like this. And it’s not fair to Y/n to keep this from her any longer, it’s only going to hurt her more if we wait.” Olga strokes the midfielder’s hair, speaking carefully so as to not make her girlfriend feel any worse by the situation.

“I don’t even know what I’m supposed to tell her, ‘hey Y/n, I went behind your back and got into a relationship with another woman, hope you’re okay with that because there’s really not a lot you can do here, adios!’” Alexia is sarcastic when she replies to the woman currently holding her, running her hands over her face the moment Olga shifts her grip to settle on her arms instead of her back.

“No Alexia, just call her and say that you two need to talk, then just let your heart take over, she’s going to understand what you’re going through and accept it.” Olga reassures the footballer softly, trying to get her to understand that she couldn’t dictate what Alexia were to say to her official girlfriend.

“I don’t think that she’s just going to accept us and move on, I mean would you?” The deep breath that Olga lets out signals to Alexia that she knew exactly what it was she was doing, and that it wasn’t working.

“Alexia, just do it, you don’t have to do it out here, maybe go to the bathroom for some privacy.” The football player nods her head confidently, picking up her phone and walking towards the bathroom with sure steps. Alexia has to reassure herself that her hands were shaking solely because of the alcohol coursing through her veins, and not because she was going to tell you about her affair.

Dialing your number was something she could do in her sleep by now, the familiar 10 digit number engraved into her brain with how many times she had used it. Her nail makes a cracking noise when she chews on it, the loud tone her phone gives out as it waits for you to pick up the phone is slightly more anxiety inducing than the quiet atmosphere of the bathroom.

“Amor? Has something happened? Do I need to pick you up somewhere?” Your voice was full of sleep, a groan slipping past your lips as you stretch, the uncomfortable couch basically a substitute for your bed by now. You wanted to stay up and wait for her every time she went out, no matter if she told you not to.

“No, no you don’t have to pick me up anywhere, but uhhh…we need to talk.” Alexia’s eyes shift to look at the different things drawn on the walls of the stall, a couple of phone numbers and a few doodles of random animals. Anything not to look at her phone, that would be like looking straight into your eyes. She couldn’t do that, not whilst knowing that she had cheated on you both emotionally and physically.

“What do you want to talk about? What’s happening?” The blankets rustling and the creaking of the couch tells Alexia that you sat up, the worried tone in your voice something that she couldn’t avoid no matter what she did.

“Us, we need to talk about us. Something has happened, something that’s not your fault at all, not even in the slightest. I did something stupid.” You can tell whatever is about to come out of her mouth is going to break your heart the second her voice trembles, the way it shakes with uncertainty and guilt. You can almost see her, sitting in a bathroom cubicle in a random pub, biting her nails as she tries to get the words out.

“What, did you cheat on me or something?” Alexia’s heart nearly stops at your joking tone, she knew that you used humour to cope with the difficult feelings, a mask of comedy something you often hid behind to make it all feel easier.

At Alexia’s silence you understand exactly what she had done, and you can almost feel the way your heart breaks into a million pieces. For a few moments there’s only the silence, the tense, charged silence that makes Alexia want to turn her phone off and return back to her side piece’s comforting arms.

“I-uh I met someone, someone who understands me and loves me unconditionally, and uh someone who knows how I’m feeling without needing to ask. I don’t know how or why, but I fell for her. It had nothing to do with you, not at all.” As Alexia talks she hears the eerie silence coming from your end of the line. She exhaled loudly when she’s done, almost like a weight was lifted off her shoulders.

“Why? Why would you do something like that?” Suddenly Alexia hears how you sniffle, and she can’t help but feel like she’s going to cry too. A few silent tears slip down her cheeks, the salt leaving tracks down her beautiful face. Despite everything, you still think that she’s the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Please don't get upset. Please don’t cry.” The words come out as a wayward whisper, Alexia’s voice not strong enough to carry like it usually does. The strong captain of your team was no longer there, in her place was a cheating excuse of a woman.

“What do you mean? Are you fucking kidding me Alexia? Do you actually expect me to not cry as you throw a three year fucking relationship away like it’s yesterday’s news? Did you actually ever love me or was that a lie too?” The sobs between the words you speak makes Alexia’s heart feel like it’s tightening in her chest, she never wanted to make you cry. The guilt of her affair was slowly creeping up on her, every tear down your face cutting off a piece of her heart that you held.

“Don’t second-guess all my actions from the past few years because they were all genuine, I have never said an I love you that I didn’t mean. Come on Y/n, you know me, I never meant to hurt you or anyone else for that matter.” The way Alexia speaks so matter-of-factly just serves to make your heart break that much more, by now it has to be in at least a billion pieces.

But you didn’t know her, the words she spoke weren’t true, because your Alexia, the Alexia you fell in love with would never do something like that. She would never seek out another woman for comfort, the thought would never even cross your girlfriend’s mind.

“Do I know you? You’re not the Alexia that I fell in love with, the Alexia that I fell in love with would never break my heart into a billion pieces.” Alexia knows she deserves every harsh thing that you say, every cold flash going down her arms, every salty tear touching her lips, every single little thing that happened. You can hear the way she sniffles from your side of the phone, rolling your eyes at the way she was crying because of something she did to herself.

“I cannot help how I feel Y/n, I can’t help that I fell in love with someone else. Olga just gives me something that I didn’t even know I missed, the way she kisses me is different, the way she looks at me is different, the way she loves me is different. And I know that none of this makes any sense to you right now, but I just want you to know that I’m still your friend.” Alexia chooses her words carefully, to not hurt you even more than she already had. She needed you to know that she was there for you even though she had caused your hurt in the first place.

“Oh so we’re only friends now? Is that what you told her when you were out sucking face?” The words felt weird when they came out of your mouth, like they were foreign, like they didn’t belong being thrown at the woman you loved.

“No.” You laugh at the simple response, your eyes red and your face full of tear tracks, new ones being created every second.

“So she knew that I was your girlfriend and she still chose to go after you? Did you ever even think about how much it would hurt me when you were out fucking her?” It felt like your heart would break out of your chest, the way it pounded against your rib cage like a jackhammer. All the times Alexia would go out, saying that it was some event or a gathering she needed to attend, flashed in front of your eyes, the sheer amount of times making the tears start to fall once again.

“I can’t answer that.” Alexia hears the way you sigh, quite obviously getting your answer in her inexpressive one. You try to wipe the tears that just keep on coming, not making much progress at all in trying to get the stains off your face.

“How do you expect me to get over this, get over you? You have my heart in the palm of your hand and there’s no way that I can change that, no matter how much I hate you.” Alexia feels even more guilty at your sobbed confession, the sincerity in your voice leaving no questions to be answered. You were so utterly in love with her that you thought it wouldn’t ever disappear.

“You’ll learn. You’ll learn how to mend your own heart, you’ll learn how to love someone else, you’ll learn how to get over this heartbreak.” She speaks softly, like Olga did earlier as she explains to you how to live without her, how to fall in love with someone that wasn’t her.

“What if I don’t want to learn, what if I only ever want you?” It was like you’d opened up your chest to her, laid your heart bare for her to do whatever she wanted to, for her to crush between her slender fingers, for her to rip apart with her nails. You were so vulnerable, so weak, so dismantled in front of her that Alexia was taken aback, words stolen directly from her mouth.

“Then you’ll lead a life of misery, and I don’t want that for you. Please, go find someone for yourself, someone who makes you as happy as I once made you.” With the last breath of love that she’d give you in your lifetime, Alexia hangs up the phone.

A mix of sorrow and relief courses through her body as she exits the bathroom, feeling like a completely new woman. The weight of your relationship is no longer there to tie her down, no longer did she have to sneak around because there wasn’t anyone to hide from anymore. She was finally content for the first time in a long while.

“How did it go?” Olga asks her, fingers digging into the midfielder’s waistband. Her worried tone made Alexia relax, knowing that she had someone to go home to. She didn’t even think about you not having the same luxury anymore.

“Good, she accepted it.” Olga smiles at her, that beautiful smile that had Alexia falling head over heels for her, that smile that robbed you of your relationship.

“Let’s go home.”

As Alexia and Olga laid together in bed that night, cuddling and speaking soft words into the night air, you were back home, at the apartment you once shared with the brunette, crying until it felt like you couldn’t cry anymore.

You wrapped your arms around your own midsection, pretending that someone, anyone was there to comfort you right in that moment.

It was in that feeling of loneliness and heartbreak that you decided to take her advice.

You were going to learn how to love again, no matter what it took.

#woso #woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #barcelona femeni #woso imagine #woso fanfics

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gabessquishytum · 4 days

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I keep seeing all these ideas where Dream is famous and I wanna take it a step farther. With Dream being rockstar famous, and known for his wild temper and deeply chaotic life, he gets approached by a large Hollywood studio to star in a new reality television show. It would be him, his new manager and husband Hob, their teenage sons and a revolving door of friends, neighbors and family. They'll move him out of his posh Soho flat and into a luxury mansion in Beverly Hills. All he needs to do is sign on the dotted line.

Dream obviously thinks it's stupid. After all, he's a pretty private guy and a right asshole at times and he doesn't think he'll make good television. But Hob disagrees. It's been forever since Dream's name was last in the papers and fans are clambering for new content. Besides, they can play up their personalities for the camera and Hob wouldn't just let them run amok in their private life.

So he agrees a bit unwillingly. That is until he finds out how fun it is to lie directly to the camera, make Desire's life hell when they guest star, and ruin production by showing them how satisfied his husband is in every room of the house.

- 🤜 anon

I love the idea of an Endless reality TV show SO MUCH!!! Can you imagine the chaos?! It'd be so brilliant.

Robyn and Orpheus are in their late teens, so old enough to enjoy occasionally popping up in an episode or two - but when filming starts they get to find out exactly how protective their dad (Hob) is over their privacy. Hob has written strict boundaries into the contract with the production company so the cameras literally can't go into certain parts of the mansion, and certainly can't film the boys without at least one guardian being present. Hob would happily take the company to court and sue if they cross any lines. The same rules apply for Delirium, who is also still quite young and occasionally likes to show up in an episode.

Meanwhile Dream is basically just having a great time doing increasingly weird things. He takes baths in oat milk, claiming that its been part of his routine for years. He puts a really terrible fake tattoo on his upper thigh and walks around showing it off like it's real. He does "vocal exercises" with Orpheus as part of his "art" and Orpheus spends the whole time trying not crack up while Dream makes these awful noises.

And of course, who would forget -

Hob, holding a tiny pig: Dream Endless, come to the foyer... I have a little gift for you

Dream: oh my god is that a chicken?!

Plus the amount of times the camera has caught Hob looking thoroughly wrecked... in the kitchen covered in hickies, with his pants down in the pool area, black lipstick smeared all over his face in the bathroom... so many bits of footage have had to be cut because Dream will just drop to his knees wherever and start trying to suck Hob’s dick. He's famous, he can do what he wants!

The show is, of course, a hit. Much to Desire's chagrin. Although they are secretly hoping to get a spinoff show out of this - hopefully one where they get to slap the smug smile off Dream’s annoying face...

#🤜 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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robinwithay · 15 days

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emojis and emotes are great and all but there is simply no replacement for >:3c

#robyn noises

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stlaika · 3 months

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HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY VALENTINES 💚💚💚

AGSJWHWJSS HAPPY VALENTINES ROBYYYYYYN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#robyn🔪#[comm noise]

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eggbagelz · 2 years

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oh my goodness gracious i say it like 82739284 times a day but im literally in love with how u draw noses. so much charm and character. marry me 💍

IN THIS HOUSE WE DRAW BIG NOSES IT IS THE LAW !!!!

Also yes,,, we shall be married in the spring,,,,,

#hi robyn i love u sm #[comm noise]

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savepc2023 · 11 months

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DOL NPCs + MY PCs AS FAKE YOUTUBE VIDEO TITLES

Robin: MY BESTFRIEND IS A DEMON/ANGEL/HARPIE/CAT/COW?! *NOT CLICKBAIT* [WATCH TILL END!!!1! EPIC PLOT TWIST!!!1]

Whitney: epik school fight watch me beat up two twinks one femboy one butch and three femmes and one bitch with no gender(I am supportive!)(i don't discriminate who i beat up)

Sydney: DON'T INVOKE YOUR INNER DEMONS AT THREE AM!!!1 [GONE WRONG] [GONE SEXUAL]

Kylar: 24 HOURS IN MY PARTNER'S HOUSE!!1 [THEY DON'T KNOW I'M HERE] [THEY DON'T KNOW THEY'RE MY PARTNER YET] [FLASH WARNING] [TW: BLOOD] [tHE POLICE GOT CALLED ON ME!!!!1!!!!]

Avery: What is inflation? Economics explained in 12 minutes.

Alex: A DAY OF A FARMER IN A SMALL UNNAMED TOWN. *please don't be mean, this is my first video* *read desc*

Eden: BOYFRIEND ASMR: YOU TELL YOUR ALPHA MALE 7' TALL BOYFRIEND YOU CAN'T SLEEP [FAPPING NOISES] [DEEP VOICE] [GROWLING]

Angel: MY APOLOGY VIDEO + EXPLANATION FOR MY ACTIONS: a response to the videos of me absolutely beating my caretaker's ass

Brynn: GRWM [no talking] [aesthetic] [ignore white liquid dripping from my mouth at 15:06] [editing: @/robyne ]

Caelan: How to make mulled wine. (Detailed explanation) (Face reveal) (Keep comments civil) (Please stop talking about my hands)

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kydrogendragon · 5 months

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Dec 8

(Ao3 Link)

Hob made sure that when he was remodeling The New Inn that the fireplace was updated and functioning. He’d gotten used to having the steady crackling of a fire in the evening after his six hundred years on this planet and the comfort it brought was one he wasn’t willing to part with. Morpheus sat with him in the opposite armchair in his living room above the inn. His mismatched sock covered feet were curled up underneath him, a book in his hands.

He truly was a sight. Even now, with his messy hair he hadn’t bothered to style for their lazy Saturday in and the large black jumper with a hole they’ve yet to sew shut at the bottom hem, he was beautiful. Hob supposed that even after retiring from Endlessness, if you’ve been something more-than-a-god for so long, that level of grace and beauty sticks with you, even if you’re now a human.

Hob rested his cheek on his hand, laptop abandoned, feet propped up on the coffee table in front of them. Adjusting to this new way of life had been a challenge for Morpheus. He’d known, to a degree, what he was signing up for when he “retired” but the reality of the situation was more than he expected. The entire bathroom debacle had been an interesting one. It felt like he was raising Robyn all over again in some ways. But it hadn’t taken long for Morpheus to get comfortable and proficient with his brand new body.

This was one of their first weekends where everything had gone relatively smoothly. They’d gone shopping and the lights and sounds didn’t overwhelm Morpheus like they had before. (They had picked up a pair of noise canceling headphones and brought them just in case. They didn’t need them until checkout.) Their visit to the library had gone well (as usual) and Morpheus even inquired about job opportunities there and nabbed a volunteer form on their way out.

He’d confessed to Hob a while ago that he’d felt restless. He’d gotten so used to always having something to do or think on that the quiet of his mind and the lack of purpose had been slowly eating at him. Hob insisted that he didn’t need a job or anything, he’d plenty of funds to care for them both for a long while, but it still made him happy to see Morpheus look into a position at the library. It really was a fitting place for him.

All in all, today was a good day. Now, they get to relax in front of the fireplace and simply enjoy the quiet.

Morpheus looks up from his reading, cocking a brow at Hob’s staring. Hob chuckled, shutting the top of his laptop. “Sorry,” he said, tugging on his ear. “Just good to see you this content.”

Morpheus’s brows furrowed. “Do I not normally look content?”

“No, I mean. You do, more than you used to. I just,” Hob sighs, leaning his head back against the back of the armchair. His eyes trail over Morpheus with a smile. “I’m just happy.”

Morpheus stares at him, eyes widening slightly. He reaches over to the table next to his chair, blindly, and snags the bookmark resting next to his cup of hot cocoa. His slender fingers slot the thin rectangular paper in the book, shutting it.

“You are… happy. Because I look content?”

“Yeah,” Hob says easily. “Is that so hard to believe?”

“I…” Morpheus looks down, rubbing his thumb across the well-worn cover of the novel they picked up from the library that day. “No. It is not hard to believe. Since it is you.”

Hob’s heart clenched. “Good,” he managed, clearing his throat. “That’s good. I just. I know this transition has been hard. It’s a lot. Being human is a lot. And you’ve handled it so well, through all of this. And I’m so proud of you for it. And seeing you, sitting here all curled up by the fireplace with a cup of cocoa and a good book and you’ve got that faint smile on your face and it just... It just makes me happy. That’s all.” He looks down and huffs. “Sorry, just me being a bit of a sap. What else is new?”

He fiddles with the edge of his laptop, feeling the warmth rise in his cheeks. It was harder with each day, now that Morpheus wasn’t reliant on him for every little thing and his old friend was starting to come back to his usual self, to keep a lid on his feelings. They still come out, like now, in the form of staring just a bit too long or caring a bit too much. He can’t help it, though. Not when he gets to see his best friend so relaxed and actually looking like he enjoys life for once. He just hopes that Morpheus either doesn’t pick up on it.

“Hob,” Morpheus’s voice calls out. Hob tilts his head to the side, meeting his friend’s gaze. His blue eyes were watery, something Hob could tell, even from this distance. “Thank you. For... For caring, as you have.”

Hob tugged on his earlobe, shifting in his seat. “Yeah, ‘course.” He said, lamely. He clears his throat and sets his laptop off to the side. Pushing himself off the chair, he grabs his own mug and nods to Morpheus’s. “Want some more? I’ve a bit more marking to finish up so I’ll probably be up a bit longer.”

Morpheus reaches over and hands his own cup to Hob with a small smile tugging at his lips. “I would like that very much.” Taking the two glasses, Hob retreats away from the warm glow of the fireplace and towards the kitchen. Unknown to Hob, Morpheus’s eyes follow him the entire way until he’s out of sight.

#dreamling #hob gadling #dream of the endless #the sandman #ky writes #december writing list #kydrogen's december drabbles 2023

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izzy2210 · 10 months

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Enter Sandman

One of Steve’s favorite things is watching Eddie tuck in their daughter from the doorway, always having a bedtime story, or a song, or an adventure they’ll go on when they’re both asleep. His all time favorite thing is when Eddie sings a song, and little Robyn sings along, which is exactly what’s happening now. Eddie’s sitting on the side of her bed, her little hand wrapped firmly around his thumb, and he’s singing softly, while her very sleepy voice is singing the other lines. “You know what to do, little one. repeat after me,” He says, and Robyn nods seriously.

“Now I lay me down to sleep,” He starts,

“Now I lay me down to sleep,” She echoes it exactly, with her cute little voice.

“Pray the lord my soul to keep,”

“Pway the lowd my soul to keep,”

“If I die before I wake,”

“If I die befowe I wake,” Steve’s not so happy about that line, but he'll let it slide because she’s so cute.

“Pray the lord my soul to take,”

“Pway the lowd my soul to take.” She repeats sleepily, and her eyes fall closed, the grip on Eddie’s thumb loosening, and Eddie stands up slowly, still singing. “Hush little baby, don't say a word, and never mind that noise you heard. It's just the beast under your bed.” Steve shakes his head at Eddie, who grins, and continues singing, walking towards his husband. “In your closet, in your head..” He adds, and places a soft kiss on Steve’s lips. “That kid is gonna become a satanist,” Steve jokes, and returns the kiss, slowly closing her bedroom door, careful not to slam it. “She better,” Eddie smiles, and takes his husband’s hand, pressing a kiss there as well, and pulling him towards their bedroom.

“I don’t know ‘bout you, but I’m exhausted..” He complains, falling on the bed after a long day of making sure the kid doesn’t kill herself. “Yeah, me too. Wouldn’t change it for the world, though.” Steve adds, setting his glasses on the bedside table, and rolling in bed next to Eddie, cuddling up on his chest. “Never,” He whispers. “Never.”

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@steddieas-shegoes

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie fluff #steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #steve x eddie #little Robyn is definitely not named after a certain lesbian Steve's friends with #She was shooketh when she found out that was their daughter's name

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scarydeadlavender · 9 months

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꧁༺ 𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓫𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂 ༻꧂

demande of @thedogisontopofthecarmom :

okay I was wondering if you could do one where it Daniels birthday and because of his sister taking care of him he’s never had a really grand party with a lot of presents and food so the reader and his friends decided to throw him a surprise party so threw out the day they had to act like they forgot which led to Daniel being sad the whole day but when he gets back to the conman room the whole day started to make scenes to him

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When his alarm went once the noise finally stopped or at least, that's what he

It took him a couple of minutes to decide to leave the comforting warmth. His feet touched the cold floor of the dimly lit dormitory, and

With that done, he moved towards the large mirror next to his wardrobe, adjusting his house-colored tie with a bit of annoyance as it refused to cooperate. After that, he put on his black cape, its inner lining also matching his house's color. On his badge, there were threads that glowed, and stains from potions were visible, especially on the sleeves, making his cape more personal and unique.

He looked at himself in the mirror, attempting to tame his unruly hair, but eventually gave up, just blowing on the strand that fell over his right eye and rolling his eyes at the situation.

But then his gaze landed on the small calendar pinned to a corkboard where a few personal photos and pictures of his friends were hung. There were a lot of notes, and his schedule was posted as well. His eyes scanned each square one by one until he fixated on the date November 22, circled hastily in red. A small note was written beside it.

His eyes widened as he read what was written: "My birthday." A smile spread across his lips. Truth be told, he wondered how he could have forgotten his own birthday. Shame on him.

He chuckled a bit and then looked at his alarm clock, realizing he was running late. So, he dashed to the Great Hall with excitement, eager to see his friends. When he arrived at the entrance of the Great Hall, he grinned like a child in front of a candy store. He approached the table, his friends noticing him. He, who was usually cold, tense, and definitely not a morning person, well... that was somewhat surprising.

Robyn watched him sit down next to Tp, who was enjoying a pancake with some red fruits scattered on his plate.

Daniel: Hey everyone!

She looked at him, surprised by how lively he was in the morning. Usually, she was the energetic one, not him. In a way, their roles were reversed. Despite his thoughts that his friends would all wish him a happy birthday, none of them reacted, too busy with their breakfast. So, he tried to drop them a hint.

Daniel: Do you guys know what day it is?

Kevin: Sandwich Day!

Daniel: Huh?

The blond seemed excited as a flea, striking a dramatic pose in front of his friend, who didn't seem to know what Sandwich Day was.

Kevin: Every Thursday, I bring a peanut butter sandwich for Freddy the Niffler.

Daniel furrowed his brows, not quite understanding what he meant. Daniel: So... Freddy is a Niffler?

Kevin hummed joyfully, clasping his hands together before a slight frown appeared on his face. Kevin: But today we ran out of peanut butter, so I asked Robyn, "What should I bring him?" and she said, "A ham sandwich!" I can't possibly feed Freddy ham! Do you guys know what ham is?

Daniel grabbed a bowl and poured a small amount of cereal into the brown wooden bowl. He then poured milk while listening to his friend rambling, responding with a perplexed tone. Daniel: Meat?

Kevin: IT'S MEAT! If I gave Freddy meat, I'd be a horrible creature!! So, I'm late because I had to go to the kitchen to ask for peanut butter, because all we had was GROSS HAM!!

Kevin shot an angry look at Robyn, who just rolled her eyes. Daniel chuckled a bit and started eating his cereal. Daniel: Kevin, is it really that important?

Kevin looked down at the table, spearing his fork into a pancake before taking a bite, mumbling something under his breath, keeping his thoughts away from Robyn's hearing.

Tp: Oh, by the way, Daniel!

His eyes widened, hoping that she had remembered his birthday. But instead, Tp clasped her hands together in a praying motion, closing her eyes and beseeching Daniel. Tp: After classes, I REALLY need your help to revise for the Potions lesson. Please, help me.

Part of him was indeed glad to help Tp and spend time with her. However, another part of him was saddened that even his best friend had forgotten this important date. He forced a smile and lightly patted Tp's head. Daniel: Yeah, sure.

Tp: Oh my god, you're my savior!

Daniel: You can say that once you get a good grade.

He refocused on his cereal, letting Tp playfully groan at what he just said. He played with the few remaining cereal pieces in his bowl, feeling a bit down, hoping that at least someone would wish him...

Unfortunately, no one did. Even if it had been from the Frey twins, he would have accepted. However, everyone seemed to be avoiding him, as evidenced by their strange behavior.

He studied as planned, but Lottie approached Tp and whispered something in her ear. Seeing Tp laugh, he felt a pang in his heart, realizing that his friends were having fun without him, forgetting his birthday. Perhaps they had something important to do?

Daniel reflected on his day. No, he was avoiding that. It all started during History of Magic class, where Tp usually sat next to him, but this time she sat next to Ivy. Then at the meal, everyone was talking together, and when he approached, they avoided the question, telling him, "Don't worry, it's not about you." Later, he was chatting with Lottie when she left for no apparent reason, leaving him alone in the cold corridors of Hogwarts. And now, Tp was acting as if he wasn't there. It frustrated him not to understand what was going on, but it made him sad not to share these moments with his friends and not to be able to celebrate his birthday with them. Should he eat a poor cupcake with overly sugary frosting and a lone candle? So, he got up, closed the book abruptly, gathered his things, and headed towards the exit of the potion room. But he halted at the sound of Tp's voice.

Tp: Daniel, where are you going? Daniel: I think you have other things to do, Tp.

He could hear Tp asking him to wait, but instead, he continued walking through the corridors of Hogwarts. He wanted to be alone. He felt tears stinging his eyes, and he could also hear his friend's footsteps trailing behind him, persistently asking him to stop.

So when he felt the cold hitting his face, he stopped, clenching his fists, listening to his friend inquire about what was going on. He couldn't contain the sadness he'd been feeling since morning any longer. He turned around abruptly, fixing his gaze on his friend.

Daniel: You want to know what's wrong? Well, I'll tell you! I'm upset that my friends forgot my birthday!

He wiped away tears that were flowing aggressively, while Tp looked at him, allowing him to release the overflow of emotions. He ran his hands through his hair.

Daniel: I... I never had a big birthday when my sister took care of me... so... I wasn't asking for anything other than a simple "happy birthday." Just that! And... it would have made my day really great!

He wanted to stop the tears that were flowing freely down his cold cheeks due to the temperature, but to his surprise, he couldn't. Seeing the situation, Tp didn't know what to say, so she gently enveloped him in a hug, wanting to comfort him.

With his auburn-haired head still crying, apologizing for crying, Tp felt guilty. Not guilty for forgetting his birthday, as she remembered that date and had even been counting the days, hours, and minutes left until that special day. She felt guilty for putting her friend in this state! She couldn't hold back any longer from explaining why she hadn't said anything. So, with a simple gesture, gently taking one of his hands, she guided him, whispering:

"Daniels, come with me."

He didn't understand why he had to follow her. After all, he just wanted to be alone for now. But a small voice told him to listen to the girl. He didn't really notice the moment they arrived at their house's common room, or when Tp uttered the password. But what surprised him most was the common room itself, which was astonishingly dim. He even had to rub his eyes to try to see what was happening.

Daniel: Tp, what's going on here...

Before Tp could reply, the lights came back on, and all his friends were present, wearing birthday hats on their heads. They all shouted in unison:

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DANIEL!"

He was genuinely surprised, and this time, tears of joy streamed down his cheeks. The common room was adorned with colorful garlands, and numerous balloons of every hue adorned the floor. A large table displayed multiple cakes, each with different colors and flavors, and a small pile of presents was right beside it.

Tp smiled at him sadly, her friends not understanding why he was crying as they approached him.

Tp: I'm sorry you thought we had forgotten your birthday...

Lottie: Maaaan, did you really think we forgot your birthday?

Kevin: We've been preparing this for 2 weeks! How could we have forgotten!

Daniel sniffled before smiling.

Daniel: Thank you, friends, thank you for this party... I... I'm sorry for thinking that! All his friends laughed.

Tp: We know you've never really had a birthday, so... we wanted to give you this surprise!

Ivy: Group hug?

Daniel: N-no, no group hug.

Ivy: Come on, just this once!

Daniel chuckled a bit before gesturing for his friends to come in for the hug. After a few seconds, Robyn hopped up and down, clapping her hands.

Robbyn: Now, the cake! Everyone laughed, leading Daniel to a cake in the colors of his house, with several candles placed on it. And for the first time, a group of people he cared about sang the famous "Happy Birthday" song to him. He took a deep breath and blew out the candles, where their flames danced.

No doubt, this birthday filled with laughter, joy, food, and gifts will be etched in his memory...

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