#they did eventually call me it was like 2 seconds after i complained about them being late

[boygirlctommy]

desperately throwing my animatics at my portfolio please let me into your animation program, school

[mypimpademia]

— sssssoooo anxiousssss

Bakugo x black!reader

TW: Swearing, slightly suggestive

Note: this was originally supposed to have 2 other characters… but bakugos got way too long😭 might make another version with them anyways tho. Enjoyyy🫶🏾

— BAKUGO.

⇶ Katsuki doesn’t consider himself as someone who becomes nervous easily

⇶ Aside from his constant angry outbursts and screaming, he’s pretty well put together

⇶ That’s essentially the case for everyone and everything outside of you

⇶ When he first met you, everything about you made him uncharacteristically nervous

⇶ He couldn’t keep eye contact, couldn’t speak to you, couldn’t handle the way you smiled at him, etc.

⇶ Eventually, he overcame nearly all of the anxiety you made him feel, especially when you started dating

⇶ But one thing that he will never get over, is any form of physical contact with you

⇶ It’s not that it necessarily makes him nervous, but any sort of physicality with you does things to him that he can’t explain

⇶ He’s already got a soft spot for you, everyone knows that

⇶ From the way he nearly melts when you flash a smile at him and say his name, to the way he’ll be yelling at someone one second and calling you his angel the next

⇶ But your touch genuinely makes him weak

⇶ Physical touch is his predominant love language as is, but you take it to new heights

⇶ Can never just have one kiss from you, he needs more than that

⇶ A simple kiss on the cheek makes him lose his mind, he can’t help but ask for a real kiss

⇶ And another after that, and after that, and that one too… until he’s full on making out with you

⇶ Unless you’re around family, time and place simply doesn’t exist to him

⇶ Katsuki will smother you in affection no matter how many people you’re around, and doesn’t care if anyone thinks it’s a gross amount of pda

⇶ Katsuki absolutely craves you, and wouldn’t last a day without being able to feel you in some way

⇶ On rougher days, or when he’s just not feeling good, all he wants is to be a tangled mess of limbs with you in somewhere warm and comfy

⇶ And Katsuki is by no means a begger, but if it comes down to it, he will beg for you to just kiss him, even once

“Baby, you’ve been working on that stupid fucking essay since I got home, take a break. Come ‘n’ lie down with me,” Katsuki groaned, lightly tugging your arm in a childlike manner.

Katsuki’s been complaining about wanting you to lay down with him for the past 2 hours, and says he can’t go relax without you. He’s doing everything in his power to try and get your attention off your school work and on him.

Kissing you, feeling up your sides and legs, running his fingers through your braids, and more that you couldn’t be bothered to remember at the moment. You brushed him off every time, with a simple ‘not now’ or ‘just wait’. He’d be lying if he said his feelings weren’t at least a little hurt.

“Katsu, this is my final for this class, and it’s due tomorrow afternoon and I’m just starting. I can’t just take a “break” with you just because you’re bein’ all whiny,” You told him, a tinge of irritation slipping through your words as you tried to stay calm with him.

You knew that even if he did make it seem like it was about him, it was in your best interest as well. He hates to see you overwork yourself, and as tempting as cuddling up with your boyfriend to recharge sounded, you couldn’t afford that right now.

“I don’t understand why you can’t just lay down without me,” You said for what felt like the millionth time, making Katsuki kiss his teeth in response.

“First of all, I am not bein’ whiny,” He argued. “Second, you need a break anyways, so I don’t understand why you can’t lay down with me.”

You side eyed him, and he stared right back. You rolled your eyes at him, turning your attention back to your essay.

Katsuki let out a long, dramatic, groan as he buried his face into your neck, blond locks tickling your jaw and cheek. Then suddenly, he had an idea.

“Look, you only have like three pages left of your essay,” He started. “If you come lay down with me, I’ll finish ‘em for you.”

His proposal was convincing, and did pique your interest enough for you to stop typing.

“… Really?” You asked him, making him pull his face out of your neck.

“Mmhm,” He answered, a smug grin forming on his face.

He knows he won.

You kissed your teeth as you glanced at your essay document.

“Fine.”

Katsuki just has to get what he wants.

⇶ He simply won’t take no for an answer when it comes to getting affection from you

⇶ And if he tells you it’s just a real quick kiss, or you’ll only cuddle for a few minutes, don’t believe him

⇶ He’s got an addiction for you and once he starts, he won’t stop

⇶ But he’s such a sweet talker, you fall for it everytime

⇶ Not that you’re complaining… you’d be a complete liar if you said you didn’t love it just as much as he does

⇶ And he handles you so well, you never even know why you were opposing him to begin with

⇶ Calls you pretty, gorgeous, “a fuckin’ angel”, whispers sweet nothings in your ear, runs his hand through whatever protective style you have, or just gets his fingers tangled up in your curls

⇶ Kisses you breathless, and when you pull away for air he just moves to kiss around your face, then moves down to your neck and chest, feeling your skin grow warm

⇶ Katsuki is rough by nature, and that translates into his kisses in the best way possible

⇶ Presses his lips to your skin in a slightly harsh way, and truthfully, he’s just as out of breath as you are, turning pink and panting everytime he pulls back, then going back to leaving open mouth kisses, making your brown skin glimmer as he leaves behind a light film of saliva

⇶ It’s sort of gross to really think about, but it feels so good in the moment that you don’t even care

⇶ Please return the favor, he’ll absolutely melt in your hands

⇶ Don’t worry about getting lip gloss marks on him either, he wears them proudly

⇶ If you straddle his lap to kiss him and put your hands on his shoulders, you’ll be able to feel him shaking

⇶ Plant kisses all over his face while you compliment him, he’ll be so nervous that he won’t even be able to look at you

⇶ Katsuki just loves you so much, he doesn’t know what to do when you’re all over him like this

⇶ And if he does manage to look at you, you’ll feel like he’s staring into your soul, and he’ll take in all your features before telling you he loves you

⇶ It’s too much, but he can’t get enough of you

[moon-and-ocean-child]

Five times she spun a tale, one time she bore her heart. (2/6)

VEILGUARD SPOILERS

Crow!Rook, eventual Rook x Lucanis, Elf, She/Her, Rogue. (Julia de Riva)

Part (1), Part 2

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If there was a constant in Julia de Riva’s life in the past few months, was the knowledge that no matter what, Davrin and Lucanis would find something to bicker about.

It was like they were obsessed with each other, pulling on their metaphorical pigtails, and even so, she could not help bringing them both on missions, chuckling under her breath whenever she sensed they were about to start again.

But it was also true that it could get tiresome, especially when they strayed from the path of somewhat “friendly” jabs and entered “potential murder” territory.

Today was one of such days, and Rook was starting to get a headache, so she decided that for a change, she’d say something.

“I’m just saying you guys need to bury the hatchet eventually, or I’ll start to think you’re flirting instead.” The woman mentioned as she moved a branch out of the way, hopping along a string of rocks to cross a small river in the depths of Arlathan forest.

Sudden stunned silence filled their little bubble, and a few seconds after, twin painful groans that could rival any bear echoed between the trees.

Their indignant complaints were heard all the way at the Veil Jumper camp. 

“Don’t even joke, Rook.” Davrin pushed first, clicking his tongue with a deep frown while the leader let out a satisfied laugh.

“Why would you even think that?” Retorted Lucanis, who wasn’t any more thrilled than the warden at the insinuation.

“Well, yours truly was in charge, and I don’t see anyone blaming me, hence, you two must have a very weird way to flirt” She shrugged with a smirk, turning her head just enough to wink at them, but her joke fell flat once again, and both men looked at her lost in between the waters of annoyance and the beginnings of concern.

“I don’t see how anyone could blame you, you did a good job, Rook, you got us where we needed to go and then out in one piece, which was nothing short of a miracle if you ask me.” Answered her fellow crow with a tad of suspicion in his voice, it wasn’t exactly a secret that she blamed herself for what happened in Weisshaupt, but she seldom ever talked about it.

“I don’t know.” Her voice turned lower, less prone to humor, a hesitant smile still fighting to stay in place. “We could’ve arrived sooner, I could’ve tried harder with the First Warden, or sent a few scouts when the wardens were first called to Weisshaupt…” The sentence drifted off, slowly losing strength as she listed just some of the endless “what ifs” that plagued her mind. Both men looked at each other, completely abandoning their previous feud, ready to interject and try to do something to support their friend for a change, but her denial was faster than their good intentions. “Like the time when I joined the crows! Oh I sure could’ve used a few scouts when I assaulted the Archon’s palace!” She turned around towards them, her radiant smile back in place, as if it had never left in the first place.

A new groan came out of the warden while Lucanis scoffed with a badly hidden smile. “Look what you started!” Davrin complained looking at the older crow, who turned with clear offense on his face.

“Me? How is that my fault!?” He grumbled back, frowning as their female companion jumped on top of a bigger rock to catch their attention.

“Enough!” A hand was raised in their direction as the harsh command came flying, a deep voice she seldom ever used stopping both of them on their tracks before the argument got out of hand, but the authoritative tone soon gave way to her signature devilish smile. “You see, it was a dark moonless night…”

A low chuckle escaped Lucanis.

“What’s with you and “dark moonless nights”, Rook?” He commented as she dropped into a fallen tree trunk and scoffed at his observation.

“Well it’s what it was! What do you want me to do? Make it up as I go?” She looked back at him with a confident smirk,  which he returned fondly as he shook his head. He understood what it was to not want to talk about something, but he admired how cheerfully she carried the burdens that pushed her down.

“Maker forbid you ever tell a lie.” Davrin added, finally a hint of a smile returning to his face.

“See? He finally gets it.” Julia beamed before continuing on their path and telling the thrilling tale of the time when she sneaked into the Archon’s palace, (Yes, of course that Archon! Do you know any other?) stole his entire collection of nug memorabilia, kissed the boy, and disrupted a coup d’etat on the way (No, not Venatori, their cousins probably), which impressed Viago so much, he begged to have her join his house.

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I wish you could actually accuse them of flirting in game, their reactions would be hilarious. I love these two, along with Neve, my faves.

[real-british-empire]

0: Height 151 cm

1: Age 16 :p

2: Shoe size 4-5

3: Do you smoke? I have, but don’t anymore

4: Do you drink? Whenever I have the chance 👁️👁️

5: Do you take drugs? No

6: Age you get mistaken for Depends, sometimes like 12, sometimes 17+

7: Have tattoos? No :(

8: Want any tattoos? YAYA

9: Got any piercings? Yup

10: Want any piercings? Ye

11: Best friend? Ya his name is Johnny

12: Relationship status Single, ready to mingle, no one wants to mingle with me though and I high key don’t blame them

13: Biggest turn ons biting, violence, literally anything sexual, being picked up

14: Biggest turn offs Discriminatory language, anything to do with trump and other such figures, not to kink shame but piss kinks and shit kinks (sorry)

15: Favorite movie DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE

16: I’ll love you if… You’re nice to me or at least willing to tolerate me and aren’t a trump supporter or homophobic/xenophobic etc, as well as wanting to make things work and I would LIKE physical affection (being a very physically affectionate person myself) but I can go without

17: Someone you miss My great nan—she died in January :(

18: Most traumatic experience Between June this year and October last year. October last year, I got caught doing SH for the second time that year and my mum beat the shit out of me 😍😍

and June this year, I’d got in trouble at school for being late with my art coursework not too long before, and had spent all day doing it that day, but wasn’t finished by the end of it, so my mum lost her shit and, again, beat the living crap out of me. So, after a lot of persuasion from my best friend, I decided to tell my councillor, who then told the school, who told social services, who told my mother. Of course, again, she went ape shit and started calling me manipulative and spoilt and a liar and blah blah blah and going on about how she’d lose her job (she’s a cop) and how we wouldn’t have any money and I’d never be allowed to go out with my friends again and I’d never get anymore birthday presents (because this was a week before my birthday) or have any privileges etc etc, making me feel bad for spilling even though I knew I’d get her in trouble (I thought my councillor wouldn’t tell if I asked her not to, but I was honestly too distressed when I did anyway). eventually she calmed down and promised not to hit me anymore and that she’d try to control her temper/what she says when she’s angry (she failed the second part VERY quickly) and I pretty much had to go back to school and lie, saying that what I said wasn’t true and I was doing it to get out of homework. And now I can’t open up to my new councillor, like, at all!! 😃😃😃

19: A fact about your personality Uh.. I’m INFP-T if that’s useful?

20: What I hate most about myself Most things, idk, looks, humour, personality, voice, stupid genitals

21: What I love most about myself I’m good at not getting angry ig?

22: What I want to be when I get older Literally anything to do with art because I can’t do anything else (well, I could, but I can’t do anything else and not hate my job)

23: My relationship with my sibling(s) Two half brothers on my dads side (I don’t see them much but I LOVW THEMMMM so so so so much I love them) and a little little sister (she’s a goblin and a little spoilt but oh well)

24: My relationship with my parent(s) I love my dad, even if he’s not here all the time

and my mum.. anything positive with her is like trying to light a fire with wet wood

25: My idea of a perfect date Literally anything, I won’t complain (please love me, I’m desperate)

26: My biggest pet peeves Trump 👁️👁️, again, discriminating, uh.. forcing your religion onto other people (love you religious girlies, you do you, especially if you find it fulfilling etc, but please don’t use it as an excuse to hate people or force other people into it—that’s not okay!! :( ) and eating kitkats wrong

27: A description of the girl/boy I like Uh.. strong chin, curtain bangs, brownish blond hair, nice boobs, he’s very nice and funny, he’s like pure English

and I also like this girl—she’s got bleach blond and brown hair, wears glasses, gets called emo a lot, very funny too, from turkey (we’ve done.. things, but I’m pretty sure I’m more of a side piece—not that I mind, I’ll take what I can get and I’m pleased with only being there when she wants me)

If never pursue anything with them though, I don’t want to tie them down (they can both do a lot better and deserve a lot better 💀)

28: A description of the person I dislike the most Frizzy brown hair, punchable face, kinda chubby, very heavy handed, annoying as hell and mixed race (got stuck in a friendship with them for 8 years, turns out they’re like really manipulative and just not a very nice person over all 😐)

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend Because I don’t want to upset them/bother them with my problems :(

30: What I hate the most about work/school The constant demand for hard work and very little consideration for student wellbeing

31: What my last text message says

[Pic of me at comic con in cosplay, mext to someone in a blow up dinosaur suit that’s Deadpool themed] ”Johnny took a crappy photo but DINOPOOOOOL 😍😍😍😍”

32: What words upset me the most Honestly, can’t decide, but they’re all from my mum

33: What words make me feel the best about myself “You’re my best friend and I love you so so much”

34: What I find attractive in women

35: What I find attractive in men

^^for both of these, I have like literally NO criteria—I’m not one for looks, and can’t really afford to care regardless. I just like boobs (of all kinds)

36: Where I would like to live The countryside ☺️

37: One of my insecurities My boobs (I want to cHOP THEM OFFFF)

38: My childhood career choice Uh.. I didn’t work as a kid 🌚 but I wanted to be a scientist, a zoologist, an artist, a chef and a bunch of other things all at the same time (I was.. ambitious, let’s say—I only pursued art though£

39: My favorite ice cream flavor Caramel :P

40: Who I wish I could be Literally anyone close to Hugh Jackman (ONE CHANCE HUGH PLEASESEEE 😭😭😭)

41: Where I want to be right now The void

42: The last thing I ate A chocolate yoghurt

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately HUGH JACKMAN

44: A random fact about anything They say fuck 118 times in Deadpool and Wolverine… that’s a franchise record.

Are you ok?/gen

[princessichibun]

This is a part 2 to the story I posted yesterday. I hope y'all like it. This is my first time writing anything like this 😊

I weakly struggled against the scare actors' grip, but the more I struggled, the tighter their grip got. I felt their fingers dig into my ribs with more force, and I couldn't help but double over with even more giggles. I couldn't believe this was happening. How did I even get myself into this mess? Why didn't I stick closer to the group I was assigned to? I squealed as I felt a finger dive into my bellybutton and wriggle around furiously, and I couldn't stand any longer. Collapsed in a giggly heap on the floor, I no longer felt the embrace of the scare actor and tried to crawl away. I had to try and find a way out, I couldn't take much more of this. I was just about to reach back from where I was originally grabbed, but once again, I felt two strong hands on me, pulling me even further into the darkness of the haunted house.

"No no, you're not going anywhere. I'm not done having fun with you yet." The figure said with a deep chuckle. I felt goosebumps all over.

I was then flipped over onto my back, finally able to see my assailant. A tall and muscular figure clad in black kneeled over me. I didn't recognize anything about their costume. It barely looked like something fit for Halloween. The only thing that even maybe gave Halloween vibes was the face paint. A skeleton face was carefully and skilfully painted on his oval face. Hooded eyes made to look even more dark and intimidating. I gulped and began to slowly back away on my elbows, pleading that I didn't want any trouble. He smiled, straddled my waist, and leaned down to speak into my ear since a particularly loud group of teenagers were passing by us.

"And I'm not hear to give you trouble. I just want to make you laugh." One hand began slowly and gently scratching my side. I immediately went to push it away, but with quick reflexes, his free hand grabbed both my wrists and pinned them above my head. He smirked and laughed.

"You've made this far too easy. But you won't hear me complaining. Now, where was I?" He teased and started his tickly assault on my stomach again.

I tried my best to get away from the evil fingers, but I soon realized that his grip on me was too strong. It wasn't long before more giggles spilled out of me and pleading for him to stop. I promised I wouldn't tell on him if he let me go.

"But I don't want to let you go. I want to keep you here a little longer and tickle you. You're obviously having fun too, you're laughing!" He mocked.

He then moved his hand to my bellybutton again and plunged a single finger in, and wriggled it around. I couldn't stop the scream that came out of me. I laughed hard and kicked my feet around, trying anything to get away.

"Oh really? This a bad spot for you? How cute. I think I'll play with this a while. Tickle tickle tickle!" He teased and continued his attack.

Seconds felt like hours as he tickled me. I hoped that someone would find me and save me from this ticklish hell I was in. I screamed as loud as I could, but no one came. He eventually moved on from my bellybutton. Giving equal attention to every sensitive spot. My underarms, my ribs, my sides, my stomach, even my hips weren't spared. And each time I'd try to call for help, he'd dive back into my hyper ticklish navel. Teasing me the whole time. Suddenly, his tickling slowed and get got near my ear again.

"So ticklish everywhere, lucky me for picking such a fun target. I'd keep you here all night if I could. But, I promise to let you go when the haunted house closes."

A spark of hope ignited inside of me. We must have been here for hours, my freedom was surely close. He pulled out his phone. After tapping a few buttons on it, he set it down on the floor next to us.

"I've started a timer. It will go off 10 minutes before the haunted house closes, and when it does, you can leave."

I sighed in relief. I was going to get out of here. I smiled and turned my head to look at the timer. My stomach dropped. It was only 8:30pm. No, no, it couldn't be. I heard him chuckle.

"Heh, yeah. I guess you forgot. The haunted house is open late tonight. Until 1am. It'll be ok though. I promise to give you breaks in between. I even brought water. So don't worry, I'm going to take very good care of you."

I tried pleading with him one more time, but it fell upon deaf ears. His fingers slowly crept inside my hoodie and I felt his fingers spider onto my stomach again.

"Now, the real fun can begin. Tickle tickle tickle!"

[writernopal]

Find The Word Tag

Tagged by @elshells, see her post here!

Tagging (gently): @talesfromaurea @gummybugg @verba-writing and anyone else who'd like to join in!

My words to find are: attention, snuggle, swim, realize, and meadow

Your words will be: launch, horn, candle, faint and cinder

attention (AASOAF 2, Axtapor's POV) Welcome special guest star, his shell twin, Egra!

“Do ye see a rin’ in my nose? I nay be married, ye fool.” I responded shakily. “Don’t play coy with me. You and I both know that you wouldn’t display something like that so plainly. Who is she?” She probed more forcefully now. “I nay have a wife.” I spit angrily. “Maybe not, but you have someone, don’t you?” “Belay yer yammerin’.” I replied, turning the wheel in my hand to adjust our course and focusing my attention on sailing once more.  “No, no, you don’t just get to dismiss me like that!” She complained as she came around to stand in front of the wheel, “Tell me about her!” “Nay.” “So she’s real then?” She insisted with a bright look. “Avast, Egra—” “Mariel.” I snapped my head away from the sea to land my eyes on her and felt my heart quicken. I hadn’t heard her name out loud in so long.  “She’s not a lizard woman, is she?” She asked quietly. “How do ye know that name?” I asked in a harsh whisper.  Truly, where had she heard it? It could not merely be a guess. “You’re constantly mumbling it in your sleep. It would be a wonder if any of us didn’t know it by now…” She replied, looking beside herself, “It’s her, isn’t it?”

snuggle (AASOAF 2, Axtapor's POV)

I slipped out of our tent as quietly as possible to avoid waking her, only to freeze after a few steps and tossed a cautious glance behind me as I was sure I’d just heard her stir. Indeed she had, but she didn’t wake; instead, she snuggled further into the pillows I’d left behind to make her think I was still there, then settled amongst them peacefully.

swim (AASOAF 2, Mariel's POV)

“We’re just glad you opened your eyes, lassie. We nearly pumped the whole of the sea from your lungs and belly.” Balhur said with a grimace. “I-I don’t know how to swim...” “Gathered that.” He said with a friendly chuckle and an earnest look on his face. “Where am I?” I asked, nervous to hear his response. “A wee isle called Manta in the Farnian Sea.” He explained.

realize (AASOAF 2, Axtapor's POV) Grandma gets a boyfriend and predictably, Axtapor gets weirdly defensive lol.

I sighed and decided to change the subject. “Been meanin’ to ask, why did ye defect?” He cracked a wry smile. “Young man’s folly. Fisla always spoke with such wonder in her eyes of the world, and I cannot deny that being with her makes me feel like I am a man of your years again. So, when she came to me, distraught about how Seer Rojundrog had targeted you, the choice to defect was a simple one.” He admitted such a thing so readily, but I could tell his words were heavy with something more.  “Do ye love her?” I asked before I realized what I was saying. Why had I asked that? And did I really want to hear the answer? “Since I first laid eyes on her.” He said with a nostalgic look on his face, “She and I were hatchlings then, younger than you, my lord, when we first met. It was a pity that the late Lord Rehteus was just that much more charming than I and not already burdened with two wives. Fisla never wanted to play second fiddle to anyone. That is why Clan Oxlo is so small; she never allowed him to take any other wives besides her.” “Then it be right luck I been born at all.” I said with a small scoff. “Indeed. The time passed, and with it came his souring and my eventual softening. And now here we find ourselves.” He explained, handing me my pipe back.

meadow

I don't have this word, which is kind of surprising!

[tonyandzivauk]

Health update.

I know I keep vanishing and then coming back randomly but trust me it's not because I don't want to be here, it's because of everything I have going on right now. Finding the time or energy is really fucking hard right now. I do lurk in the back ground and I am still working on finishing the pic spams...but again...I have so much going on now that it's unreal.

I work two jobs. Me and my partner bought our first home a year ago. We are a couple months closer to move in but its just been such a long and stressful journey to get this far. I'm working two jobs so we can afford to do the things we want now in terms of fixing it up so we don't have to ever do it again. I am a high school teacher during the week and a worker in an Autisic Centre of the weekends and school holidays.

As some of you may know, 8 years ago I suddenly was unable to walk properly due to pain in my hips. After xrays, they found I have Dysplasia in both my hips which caused arthritis in both. So I was thrown into the world of being disabled as I couldn't walk properly and I was in so much pain. 2 years later, after many attempts to save both hips, I had total hip replacement of the right hip. 6 months later I had a total hip replacement of the left hip. Recovery was awful. Months later I started suffering with pain in multiple joints. My knees would give way. My ankles would swell. My left sholder was very painful when moving it and would lock quite a bit. Going to the doctors to speak about this would result in me being told that it's just pain from the hips travelling down to my joints and up my back.

So I carried on. I had to. I didn't have another choice. Couple of months later, couple of ER/A&E trips, I got sent to a rheumatology consultant. He did a blood draw and said that I had no sign of an autoimmune problem so it must be Fybromyalgia. Now. I do believe I have Fybromyalgia. I have the emotional trauma from growing up with an abusive, alcoholic & gambling addict dad. Developed eating disorder from the age of 18...and I've had the physical trauma of the back to back surgery's. So it's fits. All the symptoms fit.

However, with my family's history of arthritis at very young ages (my mum needed them at 20, my auntie needed them at 23, my nan needed them in her 20s and I needed them at 21). Most of those woman have arthritis in a lot of other joints to. So I needed to push for further investigation.

My left hip replacement hasn't felt good at all since it was done. It is that bad that I actively call it my "bad hip". And tell people we don't celebrate that hips birthday. The pain has gotten much much MUCH worse. If I stand for more than 30 seconds on that hip, I get stuck. I can be taken out of action for days if I do too much activity because of the pain. I take 80mg of slow release morphine every day and other pain killers. That doesn't help much at all.

So, I asked my rheumatologist to please xray the hip replacements and please xray my sholder as it was getting worse. Its hard when you get a diagnosis of fibromyalgia because doctors like to see that and not look any further then you are complaining of joint pain. It's very hard.

I got the xrays.

Sholder: he rang me with the results. His statement was that I have Dysplasia in my sholder. The joints don't fit properly which is what is causing the pain. He also stated that this hasn't changed since the last xray I had done when it was originally flagged....excuse me? I was so confused. Eventually I remembered that during my second hip replacement, the hospital suspected a post op blood clot in my lungs, so they did a chest xray. When this xray was done, there was a red flag on it that said I had Dysplasia of the sholder. That was 5 years ago. No one said a word to me. It wasn't in my notes. When I say I was so angry, I was soooooo angry. But at least I had an answer other than "oh you have fibro, that's what's causing the pain." Since then, no one has been in touch about a treatment plan etc. That will be my next issue to fight for I guess.

The Hip: the replacements looked fine. They were not loose. Which is brilliant! However, I had extreme pain from it. So I was referred to a hip specialist. This guy was the guy who did all of mu family hip replacements so it was nice to be under him if there was a problem with my replacement. I went to see him 2 weeks ago. He sent me for a CT on my pelvis. He agreed that there was no issue with the hip other than nerve pain which isn't really worth opening back up again due to the risk of infection and the fact that I will need new hips in 10 years anyway. So, Great. Nothing wrong with the hips. I'll just have to get on with the nerve pain. He told me he had bad news though. He pulled up my CT scan and showed me that I had arthritis in sacratic joint on the left side. That is what is causing me the intense pain. That is what is causing me to get stuck in certain positions. All he can offer me for that first is injections into the joint and physical therapy. He told me that it's going to be a long journey with a lot of work.

When I say I sobbed. I sobbed. Another fucking thing that is wrong with my body. I feel like I am just broken. I find it hard to put into words how all this makes me feel but tbh nothing was as bad as it was when I got a letter through the door from the same doctor.

He mentioned everything he said in the appointment about the joint issue on the left side. But he also had taken another look at my scans and he said there is degenerative changes in my lumbar spine. Arthritis in the bottom half of my spine. What do I do with that? I was in work when I read that and honestly I did my best to keep it together but I couldn't do it. I just cried my eyes out. I think reading his words, "Elisha knows that this is something she will have to deal with for many years and it is not going to go away." I am honestly broken. I don't know why this is happening. I don't get how I've gone from where I was before I turned 21, perfectly healthy other than the eating disorder, to being 30 with arthritis in the bottom half of my spine, arthritis in my joint that connects the pelvis to the spine, 2 hip replacements & a Dysplastic sholder. I honestly feel like I should ask for a whole body scan just to get it out of the way. Just find out everything.

What also has freaked me out is that he said I have myelitis in my spine. If you do your research you will understand why this has freaked me the fucked out.

I do my best to keep it together because I know there are people with a much worse medical history but I am just broken. I am always in pain. But I'm trying to keep going. I worked to hard to give up and become bed bound, but I know there will come a time when this won't be something I can stop.

I had to get this off my chest as I am sure my partner is sick of hearing it as he's living with it daily while being with me. And I know it upsets my mum, she feels guilty for some reason.

But yeah, that's the update. This is why I go missing but school holidays is when I can come back more often

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"MOTHERS' THANKS EARNED BY BUCK WITNESS THINKS," Toronto Star. July 4, 1933. Page 1 & 2. ---- Many Should Be Grateful to Communist Leader for Acts in Riot, Court Told --- ADVISED CONVICTS ---- Accused Man Accepts Deputy Warden's Explanation of "Ruse" ---- Special to The Star Kingston, July 4. - Leg-shackled, in pairs, fourteen convicts came to the court house here this morning to bear witness in the defence of Tim Buck and Adrian Vandergayt, convicts accused of rioting last October at Kingston penitentiary. Buck, who is being tried by Judge G. E. Deroche, is defending himself. He called Anthony Becker as his second witness. Becker was employed at the blacksmith shop on the day of the riot. He said that on seeing a gang of men descend to the ground from the tailor shop, via a scaffold, he had pulled the switch controlling the power in the shop. "What made you pull the switch?" asked Buck. "I pulled it impulsively," explained Becker. Buck had come to the guards and told them in a respectful manner to go to the mail bag rooms, witness said. In the mail-bag room Becker said he had seen Garceau and Behan make speeches. Buck Didn't Speak "If I had made a speech you wouldh ave heard it?" "Yes." T. J. Rigney, K.C., for the crown asked Becker how far Buck had been from the switch when it was pulled. "About 30 feet," witness said. "What was the reason you pulled the switch?" "I saw men coming.from the tailor shop so I walked over and pulled the switch." "What has the men coming down the scaffold to do with the pulling of the switch?" "I had heard rumors." Mr. Rigney pressed for an answer as to the connection. Buck objected, saying that in his estimation the question had been answered.

Mr. Rigney wanted to know what witness would do if he saw a horse coming down the street. "Well," drawled the witness, "it all depends on the horse - " he broke off laughing. The court also laughed, and Mr. Rigney changed his line of questioning.

Becker said that Buck had come into the blacksmith shop and he had asked where he was going. Buck said he was going to tell the officers to go to the mail-bag room where they would be safer.

"Was there anyone else there when Buck spoke to you?" "No, just the two of us," replied Becker. Spoke to Officers Buck had then gone to the officers and communicated his wish for their safety. The officers had spoken regarding changing their clothes, and Buck had told them they could do as they liked, witness stated.

One of the officers had changed his clothes, and the three had left to go upstairs to the mail-bag room.

After the departure of the officers Buck and witness had walked slowly along the hallway and eventually they came to the mail-bag shop, he recalled.

Becker said that Buck did not make a speech in the mail-bag shop.

"You're positive of that?" "Buck did not make a speech in the mail-bag room," said Becker in a firm voice.

Buck complained to the court that he had been taken to the north gate at 7.30 this morning to see Mr. Nickle, who is assisting him with his defence.

"They told me Mr. Nickle had telephoned that he wanted to see me there. I was kept there without breakfast until I was brought here. Mr. Nickle now tells me that he did not telephone.

"I have had no chance to see my witnesses because of this ruse and I would like an adjournment for a few minutes in order to do so. And also to get some breakfast."

An adjournment for 15 minutes was ordered by the court and arrangements were made by Sheriff R. F. Vair to have some breakfast brought to Buck.

A Misunderstanding On the resumption of court, Judge Deroche told Buck that Deputy Warden George Sullivan had explained the circumstances of the ruse.

"It was clearly a misunderstanding." stated he.

"I think it was your honor," commented Buck.

One of the men who some years ago escaped with "Red" Ryan and others, Thomas "Shorty" Bryans, was the next witness called by Buck. Bryans hobbled to the stand with the aid of crutches. Buck asked that the witness be allowed to sit down and permission was given.

Bryans said that he had heard rumors of an impending demonstration and that when the motor stopped he thought it was a signal. He had gone to the dome where Buck, Garceau and others had talked.

Buck had stated that Deputy Warden Walsh had asked him to speak to the men. Garceau, he said, had spoken to the men, telling them that he understood the boys were out for reform and better conditions.

Sam Behan, who was acquitted on Saturday, had spoken about "unity and one for all, all for one," said witness.

"Who said that?" asked Buck. "Sam Behan did."

He recalled that Buck had stooda round during the demonstration but had not spoken until after the warden had made a speech. Buck then told the men that the soldiers would not harm them as long as they kept calm and did no violence.

"You then advised them to collect water because you said the place was a fire trap." asserted Bryans.

Unsolicited, Bryans sald: "There are women and children in Kingston, in fact, in Canada, who should he grateful for what Tim Buck did that day."

"What do you mean?" inquired Buck. "Well, what you did to keep the thing quiet and peaceful," eplained Bryans.

Can't Tell of Bloodshed Mr. Rigney asked witness what he meant by the statement regarding the gratitude of the mothers and children of Canada.

"Well, for the speeches they made - and the way they put things over."

Buck wanted Bryans to elaborate on this but when witness started to tell about prison riots he had been in and the amount of bloodshed there had been the court objected.

Three speeches had been made in the dome, said Wm. McKenzie, another convict, by Garceau, Behan and Warden Smith. After the warden's speech Buck had spoken but witness was unable to say what time had elapsed. Buck, in his speech, had told the men that the warden had telephoned for troops but that they should feel no alarm as long as they behaved themselves, said McKenzie.

Went for His Cake The next witness, Clifford Hines, stood in the box and answered the questions with contrasting flashes of white teeth against the dark background of his face.

Buck asked who had pulled the motor switch. "Is it necessary that I say who it was?" asked Hines. "The man in question is quite wiling that you should," advised Buck.

"It was Becker," answered witness.

Hines said he was positive it was Sam Behan who had made the statement "One for all. All for one."

Buck had warned the men not to act violently and therefore they would come to no harm. This speech had a quietening effect on the men, Hines claimed.

Hines said he had returned to the blacksmith shop to retrieve a piece of cake which he had left there, in case of a siege.

"Are you suggesting there are thieves in the penitentiary?" asked Buck. "Yes, I knew there were some." "Did you get your cake?" "Oh yes. It was there all right," answered witness, with a broad white smile. The court smiled with him.

[jubicocoa]

Outlasting the Taboo

Warning: NSFW *18+*, Contains some adult themes, especially in the second part. (Read at your own risk, it’s my usual shipping stuff)

Chapter 1 of 2: Pushing Boundaries

The tall man busied himself as he sorted books and placed them on the shelves. What was next? Taking inventory, updating the bookstore database, and—ding ding ding...just like clockwork. A large group of boisterous high school girls waltzed their way into Mr. Shin Gu’s bookstore. They brought the crisp fall air inside along with their chatter. Mr. Shin preferred silence, but they were his customers after all. He couldn’t just tell them to—

“Shhhh!! Be quiet!!” A teal haired girl gestured her pointer finger over her supple pink lips.

The group of girls quieted down as if they were taking orders from the alpha. Mr. Shin’s eyes followed the curly haired girl as he watched her work her magic in taming the disturbance. This group would come into his bookstore every Wednesday, begging for attention, but he’d never indulge them. He only gave them basic respect and customer service.

Mr. Shin had continued his tasks in the bookstore when—“Pssst! Pssst! Hey. Hey Mister!” someone called out to him in a hushed manner.

He turned to see none other than the curly haired teenager on the other side of the counter. Her large breast pressed on the counter top while she leaned over cheekily as if she were getting ready to let him in on some big secret.

“Hey~ I know you like your peace and quiet so I did you a favor. You should thank me. Hehe.” the girl winked playfully.

He didn’t ask her to hush the girls, she did it of her own volition. So why should he thank her? These were his thoughts, but his actions were opposite. In a low voice, he muttered one simple, “Thank you, Leez.”

She was so kind to him, so naturally he grew a bit fond of her despite his nature to remain aloof.

“Ugh! How does she do it?” One girl huffed in annoyance as she eyeballed Mr. Shin and Leez.

“We can barely get an ounce more of conversation with him besides the usual! I’ve tried all methods to get Mr. Shin to engage in conversation with me, but he never does!” the red haired high schooler complained to her classmate.

So how was Leez able to capture his attention? It wasn’t that she was prettier than all of the other girls. So what was it? The girls frequented Mr. Shin’s bookstore not only for books, but to try grabbing his attention. They would ask him various questions. “Mister Shin!”

“Do you have a wife?”

“Do you have kids?”

“What do you like to do for fun?”

“What do you like to eat?”

“Where do you live?”

Mr. Shin was a very attractive man, but he often showed no expression. The girls’ efforts to elicit a reaction from him were as futile as trying to escape sinking sand while neck deep. His face was handsome but it could only be admired as a precious stone that seemed to remain unchanged.

Eventually the girls would decide to give up and go to his bookstore solely as the hangout spot and to relish in the eye candy. It was only right that they give up. They were high school girls attempting to attract the attention of someone out of their age range. Maybe they didn’t know any better. Still, he would rather steer clear.

Leez’s finger traced the edges of a book on the counter as she continued a conversation with Mr. Shin. “Hey...Mister. Do you mind if I stay and help you out when the shop closes?” Mr. Shin halted.

“I don’t...think that’s such a good idea,” he stated plainly as he continued to prune the bonsai tree on the countertop. Never meeting Leez’s eyes.

“Aww c’mon! I’m always the last to leave the shop with you! Let me stay this time too!” she bargained.

“Are you really this dense?” He stopped his pruning to give her a stern look.

“Dense, what are you talking about? Anyways, I always stay back here to help you. What makes today any different? Mister, you’re acting weird. Ah, don’t tell me— you’ve got a date!”

Mr. Shin’s eyes narrowed as he cocked his head to the side. Seriously? Everything Leez said was testing his patience.

“No, I do not have a date. It’s just...”

“Alright. Fine. I won’t stay if you don’t want me to. Maybe next week, I’ll come bother you,” she teased sticking out her tongue before running off to join her friends.

Leez would come in with the group of girls, but she would always stay back with Mr. Shin. He was surprised rumors hadn’t started floating around her friend circle. Rumors of an adult male having a relationship with an underage girl.

No matter how much time Leez spent around him. No matter how much more he’d become infatuated, ensnared by her ways, her looks, and everything she did. He would never give in to that temptation. He had his boundaries and this was one he would not cross. He would cut all contact if it meant doing something with her that he would regret. She was too young. He also had a high sense of self preservation. However, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy her company.

A few hours passed and Mr. Shin had stepped outside to lock the shop and head home. As he stepped out, he couldn’t help but notice out of his peripheral, someone sitting on the bench. Who could be out here this late in the cold? He was a tall, muscular, but lean man. So he figured if anyone were to start trouble he could easily fight them off. Ignoring the hooded stranger on the bench, he headed home. His house wasn’t too far and was a fairly short walk. He often used the time to clear his head.

The sharp cold of the fall night had settled in, urging him to quicken his pace to get to his warm abode. The crunch of the leaves beneath his boots, the cool air hitting his skin, the full moonlit night. It was all familiar, but he took it all in as if he were experiencing it for the first time. He felt a sudden tug on his black coat. It prompted him to turn around, which he discovered a hooded person behind him. The same one sitting on the bench outside of his shop?

“Surprise! Mister, it’s me! I waited for you outside, but you didn’t even notice,” Leez pouted as she shoved her hood back, revealing the cutest disheveled head of hair he’d ever seen. Her large emerald eyes glimmered in the moonlight as she looked up at him. The sight of her was enough to take his breath away, but paired with atmosphere of this night, it was enough to make his heart skip more than one beat.

“...What are you doing out here?” He questioned softly, running his fingers through her hair in an effort to fix it. She reached up, placing her hand atop of his, the sudden contact caused him to flinch a little.

“Leez, your hands are freezing.” He removed his fingerless gloves and fitted them onto her dainty hands. Though oversized and fingerless, they were better for her than nothing at all. Leez looked on in shock as the stoic man babied her.

Ultimately removing his black coat and placing it over her shoulders.

“Go home, shorty.” He patted her head and walked off, hands in pockets, leaving her decipher his actions.

He was always kind to her, always gifting her, taking her out to eat, giving advice, and a listening ear. She was very grateful to Shin Gu. In a sense, they relied on each other. Leez was a 17 year old girl, with no family, and lived off of an inheritance left by her famous father who died in a plane crash. Her mother later died in a house fire after sending Leez to the grocery store. Since then, Leez had moved to a new city to start fresh. None of her friends knew her backstory. She didn’t even know if she could consider them her real friends. Often they’d talk behind her back and she’d excuse it. It was honestly better than being alone, she thought.

They didn’t know her, but Mr. Shin knew it all. She had come to trust him and confide in him. She’d dare to say, he was her friend. And Mr. Shin? Well, she knew very little of him. All she knew was that he was not married, had no children, lived a life of solitude, and wanted to keep it that way.

Little by little she inched her way into his heart, and he let her stay. He’d tried to drive Leez away many times, but after a while he gave up the fight altogether. She was strong, having all that power and grit packed into a young woman. Life was not kind to her, but she smiled and continued on. Fighting the good fight. She was tough, a force to be reckoned with. Her life was bitter, but somehow it became his goal to add a dash of sweetness.

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Mr. Shin had left Leez at the front counter to tend to customers while he worked in the back. They were in the process of adding a cafe to boost the appeal of the bookshop.

“Mister... your handsome face can’t keep this shop afloat forever. You even have a hard time expressing yourself. You’ll scare the customers away with a stone face like that.” Leez scolded him. “You should add a cafe!”

Of course it was Leez’s idea and he almost always gave in to her ideas. Leez had now become his one and only assistant. If she insisted on staying back to help him, he thought he’d may as well pay her for it. Ding ding ding—... just like clockwork. The noisy high school girls had come to visit their classmate. Mr. Shin never bothered Leez about carrying on conversations with them. As long as she completed her tasks, she was fine. She did that and more. Leez actually attracted more customers with her bubbly personality, as opposed to his more indifferent personality.

“So... have you done it?” one red haired girl asked eagerly.

“Come on. Tell me you’ve done it!” another girl added in excitement.

Leez didn’t know how to respond. Why did they pressure her to divulge this kind of information? It wasn’t right. “I-...We-...”she made an attempt to answer their questions.

An arm rested on her head, pulling her attention away from the bothersome topic. "Are you okay up here?" Mister Shin appeared. She glanced up at him and nodded, face flushed, and then immediately looked down at the cash register as if the device were foreign. The girls giggled and walked off. Leaving her to face her thoughts and Mr. Shin alone. After spending so much time with Mr.Shin, she had developed a crush. She’d never tell him or make a move, but the girls had been pressuring her to “do something” about it. Lately, it’d become hard to look him in the eyes. The intensity of his gaze made her feel as though he could read her mind at any time. Should he come to know the truth, what would happen to them?

The bookstore was awfully quiet that night. It was almost as if the silence forced her to confront her thoughts and feelings. She struggled to put the books away on the top shelf, stretching as far as her tippy toes would allow her to. A tan hand covered hers, helping her place the book. She froze, but his warm body pressed against her back quickly brought her back to her senses.

“Eek!” She yelped.

“Ah damn! Y-you scared me Mister! D-don’t suddenly appear like that! You could’ve given me a heart attack!”

She rambled, never turning to face him. If she turned around, he would see. He would see her temperature on her face.

“If you need help, just ask me, shorty. No need to struggle alone.” he teased, patting the top of her head.

Leez let out a shaky breath and walked off to the couch to rest, leaving Mr. Shin to place the books on the top shelf. Soon, she was fast asleep.

Some time had passed. Leez awoke to see Mr. Shin on the opposite end of the couch with his arms crossed, resting. How long had she been asleep? Why didn’t he wake her up so that they could both go home? These questions would have to wait.

She reached over to wake Mr. Shin, but paused. She couldn’t help but to stop and admire his face. His grey hair complemented his beautiful, tanned skin exquisitely. His eyes were closed peacefully, displaying his long grey eyelashes. Leez moved over and leaned in close to his face. Taking the time to brush the shiny strands of straight hair to the side, out of his face. She faintly traced his perfectly arched eyebrows with her fingers and then moved to trace the bridge of his nose. Why did she like him so much? Why was she so enamored with him? Leez didn’t quite understand these feelings herself. She didn’t understand why she was so drawn to him.

His boyish charm made it easier for her to make her decision tonight. With no restraint, she gave in, covering his soft lips with hers. She pulled back and kissed him once more. This time with a little more feeling.

She thought she should stop herself before she disturbed him from his rest. It wasn’t a light kiss either, but she noticed that even after the kiss, he showed no reaction. Leez thought she would be used to his aloof disposition by now, but she wasn’t. Did he not like her? After all of this time, he still masked himself around her.

She stared at him before ultimately moving back to her original position on the opposite end of the couch. This was a battle that she would have to fight another day. The girls pestered her to do these things. She also wanted to do these things too, but the timing wasn’t right. She briefly thought of some advice Mr. Shin had given her regarding the pressure she felt due to her friends.

With his usual blank expression he told her, “Do the things you wish to do. No good will come if you force yourself to do what you do not wish to.” This advice seemed simple enough, but it had been in Leez’s nature to disregard herself to make others feel comfortable. To fit in. She didn’t give it further thought before resting her eyes again to fall asleep.

Hours passed and the sunlight crept in, cuing Mr. Shin to open his eyes. It was morning already? He wondered how a nap turned into a full night's rest. These thoughts would have to sit aside as there was a more pressing issue. The young lady resting on his chest.

He watched her sleep peacefully. He touched his lips, aware that she had kissed him last night. Wondering how she learned to give no regard to decorum. She trusted him wholeheartedly, he knew this. Breaking her trust would hurt him more than her, so he’d rather work to stay in her good graces.

He stroked her hair in an effort to tame the wild curls. She cooed softly and he could see her lips form a faint smile. Mr. Shin felt the urge to kiss her forehead, but fought his instincts. He maneuvered himself from under her embrace, picking her up and transporting her to the couch in his study. He started to walk off to grab a blanket when he felt a light tug on his shirt.

“Mister... don’t go. I’m cold.” Leez whimpered, half-sleep.

He gently removed her hand before heading to get the blanket. Why was she like this? If he had it his way, he’d have her all to himself. Deep down he wished to stay by her side, to protect her, but he knew he would have to create some distance between them. The time wasn’t right and there were things he needed to take care of. He covered her with the blanket before planting a tender kiss on her forehead.

“You will be disappointed again. I’m sorry.” Mr. Shin apologized wistfully.

He would ask her to stop coming to the shop. To forget him. Things were better this way, he thought.

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A week had passed since Mr. Shin had abruptly asked Leez to not visit the shop anymore. Ding ding ding—the high school girls entered the shop bringing in their usual chatter. Amongst the girls was Leez, who went back to the shop against Shin Gu’s wishes. She wanted to talk about it, but she quickly learned that a new manager had taken over Shin Gu’s bookshop.

"Could you be Leez?" A middle aged, brown haired man with golden eyes questioned.

"Y-Yes, I am. And who are you? Where is Mister Shin?" Leez was irritated. Of the past 2 years that she’d frequented the bookshop, Shin Gu was always there. What had changed? You mean to tell me this guy took over Shin Gu’s shop? Leez glanced at the man’s fresh name tag.

"Uh. Mister... Sies. Could you tell me what happened to the previous owner?"

The Mr. Siera Sies gave a hefty sigh and closed his eyes before answering. He hated to be the bearer of bad news.

"Look Leez, Mr. Shin left you this. He told me to tell you that you’ve been a valuable employee. He won’t be needing you to help out here anymore. Sorry..." Mr. Sies pulled out a thick white envelope and handed it to Leez.

"Oh! One more thing..." Next, he handed her a small black and gold box.

"...I think that’s all. Mr. Shin left you severance pay and a gift to thank you for all of your hard work."

A minute passed in silence before Mr. Sies broke it.

"Ah...that guy. He left me to take over the bookshop. He didn’t even tell me why. It’s so hard to read his blank face. That guy...you never know what’s on his mind...I did see a plane ticket in his hand...," Mr. Sies trailed off in his mumble rant.

"Wait what!?," Leez interjected. A plane ticket. So Mr. Shin was really serious about leaving? She should’ve known. He’d always been that way. He meant what he said and would do what he intended to do. It was rare for him to be swayed from his goals or plans. She wouldn’t go to the airport to see him off, it was probably already too late. Mr. Shin also didn’t have a cell phone. Leez thanked the man for relaying his message and left the shop.

“So he’s...gone. He doesn’t have a cell phone so I cannot keep in touch.” Everyone she cared for had left her. He was her constant, but now he was gone too.

He was cruel. Really cruel.

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[pokedelivery-girl]

cassette!

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memory: Alias

Callisto's room, Somewhere in Unova, 20XX

"You have (1) unread message(s) in your inbox."

Without so much as batting an eye, Callisto clicked on it. It took a few seconds for the page to load - broadband internet's just like that, of course. She's heard on the TV that internet speeds will only get faster someday, and she couldn't wait for it to happen.

"Uuuughhh..." Callisto groaned, with Aurora - still a Kirlia, playing with some crayons, taking a quick glance.

"Krii?"

"It's nothing, just... complaining."

"Li-lia."

Load, the page eventually did. And visible upon the screen... a rather unusual PM, signed xX_LuNaTiC_Qu33n_Xx. Callisto's heart skipped a beat for a second - that's one of the forum admins! Ack- she KNEW she shouldn't have posted that fic- but, no way to proceed other than biting the metaphorical bullet...

"SALUTATIONS!!! seeing as how thou art an active member of our community i would like 2 invite thee 2 The Royal Parley! srry that we didn't sendeth thou an invite earlier bt we were kinda reconfiguring the chat. our royal engineer hath fixed it so we should be good ^^ BUT EITHER WAY! rejoice, w1nged_freeshooter, as thou shalt finally be able to PARLEY WITH US! AND OTHER FORUM MEMBERS! THANKS TO THE WONDERS OF HIGH SPEED INTERNET!!!!!!!!

link here btw <3 hope 2 see u soon! pw is LVN4T!KR3D3Y35 btw.

- xX_LuNaTiC_Qu33n_Xx

♤♡◇♧Queen Of The Underworld, Eliza - None Escape My Lunatic Red Eyes♧◇♡♤"

Callisto's heart rate dropped back to resting as soon as she read the second sentence. Aurora already came to sit right by her, latching onto the panicked-for-a-second girl to comfort her for that brief period. Callisto wrapped an arm around her, performing one of those awkward side hugs.

"Rii..?"

"I know, I'm fine, I just... thought I got banned for a second."

Aurora doesn't understand anything about the internet, of course, but she's always open to comfort Callisto whenever she feels - or in this case, felt troubled. She turned her head to the screen. Being a Pokémon, she doesn't couldn't read, of course, but there was alot of red on her screen...

"Rii-ya."

"That's just the text colour Eliza likes to use."

"Riiiii-ya."

"It's not a bad colour! I mean - I know red looks dangerous... to us all... but it's fine here!"

"Rrm."

Aurora nods, understanding, but a little suspicious. The colour disappeared from the screen soon afterwards as Callisto clicked the link. One quick installation of Silph Network Messenger later, she entered the invite and the password, and sooner or later..

W1nged_Freeshooter has joined the chatroom.

kyokuya: but no that's dumb. they'd catch them at the airport if they went n flew to unova

xX_LuNaTiC_Qu33n_Xx: FREESHOOTER!!!! SALUTATIONS N WELCOME 2 OUR PARLAY!!!

kyokuya: oh shit it's really her. welcome!

omittedoddish: hey hey. sorry for the holdup.

...There's an unusual sense of gratification as the people took the time out of their day to greet her. It... makes her happy.

She responded.

W1nged_Freeshooter: hi hi! Glad to join you lot!

xX_LuNaTiC_Qu33n_Xx: it is an honour 2 haveth thou here!! i'm trying to get celia 2 look but she responds not to my royal summons

AllyenosTheLamplighter: Eliza what part of do not disturb do you not get.

W1nged_Freeshooter: "Celia"?

xX_LuNaTiC_Qu33n_Xx: AS UR QUEEN I HAVE THE RIGHT!!

AllyenosTheLamplighter: No you do not. Also, yes, that's me. Welcome! Should I call you by your screenname or any other name?

Huh. It's... honestly not something she thought about too much. But now that they mention it... maybe she could.

xX_LuNaTiC_Qu33n_Xx: YES I DO!!

AllyenosTheLamplighter: Drag your ass ad your Pokémon down to Galar. If you want the right to annoy me you gotta earn it.

AllyenosTheLamplighter: and*

She... doesn't mind the name Callisto. It's a cool name after all, but... there's always some feeling missing when people call her that. A sense of self, a sense of... well, her owning that name.

omittedoddish: it has been 0 days since the last time Celia challenged Eliza to a battle

kyokuya: we're not usually like this i stt

And she'd explored. And she came with another name she likes. But she's never had the chance to extensively be called that, other than by herself. Maybe they could...

W1nged_Freeshooter: well, my name is Callisto, but I'd like it if you call me Calli!

AllyenosTheLamplighter: Ooh that's a sweet name. Both I mean.

W1nged_Freeshooter: thanks! i got it for my birthday! modified it myself though ^^

xX_LuNaTiC_Qu33n_Xx: CALLI FROM THIS DAY FORWARD THOU ART MY ROYAL KNIGHT! NOW STRIKE DOWN THIS BUNGLER!!!

kyokuya: by truth give her a choice at least.

...you know, she does like it. There's... a warm fuzzy feeling in her heart. A sense of... "that's my name. It's definitely mine." A small smile curls from the side of her mouth.

"...Liii..."

...A warm, fuzzy feeling Aurora fell asleep feeling too, as well.

W1nged_Freeshooter: hey, hate to do this the moment i join but i'm a little sleepy so i'm gonna hop off for today.

AllyenosTheLamplighter: Gotcha. Rest well!

omittedoddish: ^^ have a good night!

kyokuya: you know, it's like 11 pm here i should sleep as well

xX_LuNaTiC_Qu33n_Xx: ASTRAL PROJECT INTO THE ENTRALINK CALLI AND KYOKUYA!! MAY YE HAVE A GOOD NIGHT'S REST!!!!

kyokuya: what

[happilyhertale]

Long Lost Love - Aemond Targaryen x female!reader, Part 1

Summary: You are the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra. When the invitation to Aegon and Helaena's wedding came, your entire family rushes from Dragonstone to King's Landing to take part in the festivities. You haven't seen your family in King's Landing for 6 years so you are very excited...

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: At the beginning none – eventually smut (uncle/niece)

Author’s note: Hello you!

This is my first fic so please be nice :) I thought I'd just try a little self-considered story. I hope you like it. The events are not entirely similar from the series 

English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 2,3k

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7a, Part 7b, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

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You have waited a long time for this day. And now it was finally here. Your legs are wriggling and you are nervously fiddling with your dress as you look out of the carriage window and see the towers of the Red Keep approaching. Far too long you have been away. Six years have passed since the terrible events of Driftmark. After your parents took you and your siblings and brought you back to Dragonstone. "Y/N is everything all right? You're about to have the threads of the dress in your hands one by one if you keep this up."

Your father, Daemon Targaryen. Many fear him. Rightly so, you think. Countless times you hung on his every word as he told you how he went into battle and defeated his enemies. Or when he simply read you tales of dragons. You love him dearly, if you can put it that way, you are father's girl. And he treats you with the same warmth. He loves you with all his heart and to only a few people can Daemon Targaryen show affection or even love, but you are one of them. He would do and give anything to keep you safe. It would break his heart if he failed to protect you from the dangers of the world or simply if you did not feel loved.

It started with your birth. Your mother Rheanyra Targaryen was married to Laenor Velaryon. They already had a son together, your brother, Jacaerys Verlaryon. You love your brother very dearly. He's the kind of brother you always have fun with and who's there for you. As children, you played an incredible number of pranks and sometimes they went so far that the servants complained to your parents. When it got to the point where it seemed that Jace and you were not in control, they felt compelled to go to Daemon. They were sorry, because no one wanted to arouse the "wrath" of a dragon, but they had no other choice. If you were unlucky, Daemon would end up standing in front of you and giving you a telling off. But, what the servants didn't know, he could never keep it up for long when you looked at him with sad eyes and muttered "sorry daddy". You call him Daddy or Dad because you couldn't call him Daemon when you were a child. As a child, you wanted to call him Daemon, like all adults did. But all that came out of your mouth was "Dad". If you felt very close to him at certain moments or if you wished for something, it also became "Daddy". And to this day, you just call him Daddy. So the roles soon became clear, as soon as you were in trouble with Daemon, Jace would sent you ahead and let you call him daddy.

But when you were born, the shock was great. Your mother lay in labour on Dragonstone for over two days, even though a new life was to begin, it was a fight for life and death for Rhaenyra. Jace was already born on Dragonstone, as it was important for Rhaenyra to give birth to her children, heirs to the blood of Targaryen and the Iron Throne, on Dragonstone. Laenor was continuously by Rhaenyra's side and held her hand. Daemon was always close by to be there for your mother from a safe distance. Visibly nervous, he watched the birth. But when the maesters finally took you out and you took your first breaths in this world, your father got a fright that was quickly replaced by the feeling of joy and infinite love. As the maesters held you, your silver hair came out, your fair, porcelain skin seemed to reflect the incoming sun. Daemon knew at once, you were his daughter. When Rhaenyra finally held you in her arms, overjoyed, she simply smiled. She hugged you close to her and looked over at Daemon, who nodded lovingly at her. She looked down at you, stroking, your soft cheek as your eyes opened and Rhaenyra saw the most beautiful purple eyes she had ever seen. Laenor smiled and embraced Rhaenyra and you.

"She is the most beautiful girl in all the kingdom," gently he caressed your cheek, "What name shall she have?"

"Y/N Velaryon" says Rhaenyra with a loving smile on her lips. The understanding between Rhaenyra and Laenor was clear, everyone was allowed to have their lovers as long as the marital duties were fulfilled. Laenor was slow in fulfilling his marital duties, and so it came about from time to time that when Rhaenyra and Daemon met, they could not hold back their feelings for long.

The result of these actions was now you and that changed everything for Daemon. When he could finally hold you in his arms, it was over for him. He held you and you looked at him silently, this moment was so precious for him and he simply enjoyed this silence. When he tried to touch you, you reflexively grabbed his finger. His breath caught in his throat and he only had eyes for your small hand clutching his finger. He knew that he would not give you away.

That very evening Daemon went to Rhaenyra.

"I will take her to Viserys. I will tell him that she is my daughter and that he should confirm her legitimacy. She is no Velaryon, she is pure fire of the Targaryens."

Rhaenyra just stared at him at him. "You can't do that! Everyone would know I committed adultery! You can't, she must officially remain the daughter of Laenor."

Daemon began to smirk. "With all due love, but when you look at little Jace, do you really think anyone would think you hadn't committed adultery?"

"Daemon!", she looks at him in horror, "You can't go to my father and ask him to acknowledge my adultery and make her your daughter. No one in the entire realm has that right. Therefore, neither do you. Bastards of high Lords from all over the land would come and ask Viserys to recognize the legitimacy of these children."

"Rhaenyra, regardless of the love I have for you. But don't you ever dare call my daughter a bastard again. Viserys has the ability to recognize her and he will. I don't care about the rest of the realm. She is my daughter and she will be recognized as such."

"And what do you want to say to Laenor? Rub my adultery in his face publicly in front of the entire realm?"

"Oh come on! He lives just as happy a life, stuffed like a goose by his lover. Nothing is rubbed in his face, I have great respect for him, but I want the recognition that Y/N is my daughter. And besides, what are you trying to rub in my face by forbidding me to stand by my daughter in public?"

"He's right Rhaenyra." Suddenly Laenor stood in the room.

"Laenor...", she gasps as she turns towards the door.

"No he is right Rhaenyra. And you know that. She is his daughter. She has the Targaryen fire in her, the purple eyes, her soft white skin. He should have the chance to stand by his daughter publicly." Laenor simply nodded silently at Daemon.

So it came about that Daemon took you, his little dragon and Rhaenyra with him and they set off for King's Landing.

"We really need to sort this matter out urgently because…", King Viserys paused as he heard noises from outside. "There's a small council meeting going on right now, you can't just go in there. Prince Daemon…!" The guard tried to stop Daemon and grabbed him by the arm. With this movement, Daemon felt that the guard was getting too close to you. "If you don't get your arm out of my daughter's reach right now, I'll make sure you lose it altogether." And with that, the door opened and Viserys looked irritatedly at the entrance. Standing in the doorway was his brother, Daemon, with an infant in his arms. Right behind him stood his daughter, Rhaenyra. "Daemon, Rhaenyra? It's really good to see you, but as you can see, you're bursting right into a meeting of the small council."

"Viserys, brother, I have a very urgent matter to discuss with you." Viserys looked at him questioningly and hesitated briefly, "Daemon… please, go to the small hall, I will try to be with you as soon as possible." "Father… please, it is really urgent and we would be very much obliged if you could talk to us immediately"

And with these sentences Rhaenyra spoke for the first time for this recognition.

Rhaenyra was afraid. She wanted you to be recognised as Daemon's daughter, but at the same time she was worried about Jace. If you were legitimised, voices might be raised that if she had been unfaithful to Laenor before, she might have been so with her first child. And gods know what that was about. "Perhaps we can also postpone the last matter for today until tomorrow? It seems my brother and daughter have a big problem to discuss." Viserys spoke to his council, but could not take his eyes off the little bundle on Daemon's arm. The members of the small council nodded and then left the room.

Viserys looked helplessly into the faces of Daemon and Rhaenyra. "Can someone perhaps explain to me what is going on here?" Rhaenyra then took you from Daemon's arm and walked towards Viserys. She smiled warmly at him. "Father, this is your grandchild, Y/N. I gave birth to her, just about a week ago." Viserys was visibly moved. You were so small and delicate and had him wrapped around your finger immediately.

"Oh how delightful, this sweet little child. Hello my sweet darling." As Daemon stepped towards him, Viserys looked up. "As you can see, she is the pure flame of Targaryen blood. Her purple eyes, her porcelain-like skin, her shimmering silver hair." Viserys nodded silently, visibly pleased, he lowered his gaze to you again. "Brother, I want you to recognize her legitimacy." Viserys looked at him irritatingly, "Why should I recognize her legitimacy when she is obviously a Targaryen as well as my daughter's daughter?" "I am her father," Daemon said dryly. It seemed Viserys didn't quite understand at first. Or he didn't want to understand. A simple "How…?" left his lips. "Do you really want me to explain to you now how children are made, brother? Judging by Rhaenyra's three younger siblings, I'd say you're well aware of how it works." "Daemon!" Rhaenyra hissed.

"Oh thank you brother, but I can just about manage that. My question would rather be how it is that my daughter, who is married to Laenor Velaryon, manages to father a child with you"

"Father..," Rhaenyra said, but Daemon interrupted her.

"No, Rhaenyra, I want that legitimacy, I will talk," Daemon raised his hand slightly in her direction and then turned back to Viserys, "Viserys, brother, you know as well as I do that Laenor is neglecting his marital duties. I love Rhaenyra. Just as I loved her before she married Laenor, I still love her…" At these words Rhaenyra's heart warmed and she smiled. "…From that love, Y/N has now come forth. I love her, she is my daughter and I will not rest until she is officially recognized as that" "What..? ", Viserys looked irritatedly back and forth between Daemon and Rhaenyra, "Daemon, how do you imagine this? I just say she's your daughter and that's it? That's not possible."

"It is possible! You are the King! I ask you brother, and you know I don't ask often, but please, enable me to be a good father. Public, not behind any walls."

"I'm not quite sure… What does Laenor say about all this? Rhaenyra?" Rhaenyra stepped forward, now standing next to Daemon. She seemed hesitant, but was convinced she was doing the right thing, "It's definitely a complicated situation, father. But Laenor agrees. So am I. It's not easy and I'm afraid that in the process… Jace's lineage might be called into question, after all it would become official that I was unfaithful to Laenor at least once."

Daemon took Rhaenyra's hand in his and stroked it gently.

"But we agree, Daemon shouldn't be deprived of the opportunity to be a loving father. After all, we know he doesn't care for many people.”

Daemon smirked and looked at Viserys.

Viserys was torn, but finally said, "Okay. Daemon, I will. She will officially be your daughter. But I want you to always stand up for her, stand by her side and be a loving father."

"I stand here for nothing less. Thank you brother."

Viserys nodded and turned to Rhaenyra. "Have no fear. You are my daughter. The heir to the throne. Jace is my grandson and no one will question his lineage. I promise you that."

"Thank you Father", Rhaenyra smiled sweetly at him.

"And to you my little one, you are now officially a Targaryen. Y/N Targaryen."

Viserys kissed you lovingly on the forehead and handed you over to Daemon. When Daemon held you again, he looked at you. He smiled. The warm purple eyes that beamed at him warmed his heart. He kissed you gently on the forehead and murmured, "My little dragon." As Daemon and Rhaenyra left the room, they were happy. Rhaenyra had to wipe away a few tears, but she was happy.

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You look up into your father's face, "Naah I'm fine. I'm just excited. I mean, I haven't seen my uncles and aunt in years… Haven't heard from them… That's weird. We kind of grew up together and then all of a sudden it was just nothing. I'm excited to see how they've changed."

"How Aemond changed?", Daemon looks at you with a smirk.

You blush and look at your father in shock. "Dad! No!"

Daemon raises his eyebrows and looks at you, "Well, this "no" came a little quickly", he still smirks at you.

"Well I mean.. yeah we were close but we haven't talked since and I don't even know if he still likes me or what he's like now", and your hands were fiddling with your dress again. Your mother recognises your distress and encourages you by taking hold of your knee.

"Everything's fine, it's going to be nice. We'll spend the couple of weeks here, enjoying the festivities for Aegon and Helaena's wedding, and then we'll head back"

You smile at your mother. And then you look at your father and you say, "Also, I'm nervous because I wasn't allowed to fly here with Meraxes. Now I don't have any kind of adequate defense when you're bugging me with statements like that."

Daemon just chuckles and looks at you naggingly. Rhaenyra scowls at Daemon, but he simply takes her hand and kisses it. As you roll your eyes and look out the window, you realize you've arrived. Now you are full of nervousness. As the carriages come to a halt, a voice outside the carriage calls out "Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen…" And with that you step out of the carriage behind your parents and see your relatives.

And you just smile.

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[stormblessed95]

🌊Percabeth🦉 & ☀️Solangelo🌟

The Riordan Verse has a new book coming out that's focused solely on Nico and Will! Which I couldn't be more thrilled and excited about! It's called "The Sun and The Star" and I'm sooo ready for it. Like completely. And so I'm my excitement, I'm making a post dedicated to my 2 favorite Riordan Verse ships, Percabeth and Solangelo, because they are amazing 😍

Starting with Nico and Will, because it's their book that's coming out soon! They are the epitome of the golden retriever puppy and black cat trope. Lol i love it. And i fully anticipate and plan to add to this with quotes/moments between them that I love from the new book too. Also I'd hope it wouldn't need to be said, but spoilers for all PJO books from this point on, just to be on the safe side. If you don't want possible spoilers, don't read further!

"Nico,” I said at last, “shouldn’t you be sitting at the Hades table?”He shrugged. “Technically, yes. But if I sit alone at my table, strange things happen. Cracks open in the floor. Zombies crawl out and start roaming around. It’s a mood disorder. I can’t control it. That’s what I told Chiron.“And is it true?” I asked.Nico smiled thinly. “I have a note from my doctor.” Will raised his hand. “I’m his doctor.” “Chiron decided it wasn’t worth arguing about,” Nico said. “As long as I sit at a table with other people, like…oh, these guys for instance…the zombies stay away. Everybody’s happier.” Will nodded serenely. “It’s the strangest thing. Not that Nico would ever misuse his powers to get what he wants.” “Of course not,” Nico agreed."

"At this point, you may be wondering how I felt seeing my son with Nico di Angelo. I’ll admit I did not understand Will’s attraction to a child of Hades, but if the dark foreboding type was what made Will happy… Oh perhaps some of you are wondering how I felt seeing him with a boyfriend rather than a girlfriend. If that’s the case, please. We gods are not hung up about such things."

Art by Cloud!

“In the meantime, no one should roam the camp alone. Use the buddy system.” “Understood! Nico, will you be my buddy?” “You’re a dork.” The two of them strolled off bickering"

“I apologize for my boyfriend.” “Could you not-?” “Oh I’m sorry, would you prefer special guy? Or significant other?” “More like significant annoyance in your case.”

“I’m guessing that was a Star Wars reference. My boyfriend is a Star Wars geek of the worst kind.” “Okay, signor Mythomagic, if you’d just watch the original trilogy with me-"

“Ladies and gentlemen, my glow-in-the-dark boyfriend.” “Could you not?!”

“NOBODY KILLS MY DAD AND NOBODY HITS MY BOYFRIEND!”

"You guys go," Will told me, "The chariot is only designed for three and after that shadow travel, Nico is going to pass out any second." "No I'm not," Nico complained, then passed out. Will caught him in a fireman's carry and took him away. "Good luck! I'm going to get the Lord of Darkness some Gatorade!"

Art by @/tamaytka on Instagram

I'm 1000% reserving a spot here for new quotes from the new book for Solangelo that I will edit in after it releases. Lol and no, im not sorry. They are everything each other need 😍😍

Percabeth have so many moments. Their relationship is so cute and so much fun! I could honestly talk about it all the time and they clearly love each other so much. The epitome of childhood friends to Lovers with so much bickering happening lol

"I imagined she was going to say, You killed a Minotaur! or Wow, you're so awesome! or something like that. Instead she said, "You drool when you sleep."

"Before I could lose my courage, I said, "Don't I get a kiss for luck? It's kind of a tradition, right?" I figured she would punch me. Instead, she drew her knife and stared at the army marching toward us. "Come back alive, Seaweed Brain. Then, we'll see."

"Percy smiled at her - that sarcastic troublemaker smile that had annoyed her for years but eventually had become endearing. His sea-green eyes were as gorgeous as she remembered. His dark hair was swept to one side, like he'd just come from a walk on the beach. He looked even better than he had six months ago - tanner and taller, leaner and more muscular.Percy threw his arms around her. They kissed and for a moment nothing else mattered. An asteroid could have hit the planet and wiped out all life, and Annabeth wouldn't have cared."

"Annabeth's voice caught on the word friend. Percy was a lot more than that. Even boyfriend really didn't cover it. They'd been through so much together, at this point Percy was part of her--a sometimes annoying part, sure, but definitely a part she could not live without."

"Percy pulled Annabeth close and kissed her...long enough for it to get really awkward for Piper, though she said nothing."

"Very slowly, using only two fingers, Annabeth drew her dagger. Instead of dropping it, she tossed it as far as she could into the water. Octavian made a squeaking sound. “What was that for? I didn’t say toss it! That could’ve been evidence. Or spoils of war! You other two…” He pointed his blade at Hazel and Piper. “Put your weapons on the dock. No funny bus—” All around the Romans, Charleston Harbor erupted like a Las Vegas fountain putting on a show. When the wall of seawater subsided, the three Romans were in the bay, spluttering and frantically trying to stay afloat in their armor. Percy stood on the dock, holding Annabeth’s dagger. “You dropped this,” he said, totally poker-faced. Annabeth threw her arms around him. “I love you!” “Guys,” Hazel interrupted. She had a little smile on her face. “We need to hurry."

"You promised, Seaweed Brain. We would not get separated! Ever again!" “You’re impossible!” “Love you too!"

"And it was the best underwater kiss of all time"

"We’re staying together’ he promised ‘you’re not getting away from me. Never again" Only then did she understand what would happen. A one way trip. A very hard fall. ‘As long as we’re together’ she said."

"Once she was gone, I knelt next to Annabeth and felt her forehead. She was still burning up. "You're cute when you're worried," she muttered. "Your eyebrows get all scrunched together." "You are not going to die while I owe you a favor," I said. "Why did you take that knife?" "You would've done the same for me." It was true. I guess we both knew it. Still, I felt like somebody was poking my heart with a cold metal rod."

"She put her hand on my spine, and my skin tingled. I moved her fingers to the one spot that grounded me to my mortal life. A thousand volts of electricity seemed to arc through my body."

 “Annabeth ran in right behind him, and I’ll admit my heart did a little relay race in my chest when I saw her. It’s not that she tried to look good. We’d been doing so many combat missions lately, she hardly brushed her curly blond hair anymore, and she didn’t care what clothes she was wearing - usually the same old orange camp T-shirt and jeans, and once in a while her bronze armor. Her eyes were stormy gray. Most of the time we couldn’t get through a conversation without trying to strangle each other. Still, just seeing her made me feel fuzzy in the head."

"The world was ending and the only thing that really mattered was that she was alive"

They gave up immortality for each other, Annabeth was the only person/thing Percy remembered when Hera wiped his memory and he forgot everything else, even who he was, they fell into Hell for each other, literally. Annabeth was who Percy thought of to keep him tethered to life. Annabeth jumped in front of a knife for Percy. I mean honestly. I love them so much. And I love seeing snippets of them through others eyes in the later book series too.

I'm doing a Riordan Verse reread binge soon because both a TV show and a new book will be coming soon and my heart is soooo happy! These were some of my favorite books when I was younger snd they mostly still hold up as amazing even now!

[muilkyu]

Sleepover With Treasure

hi can i pls request what it be like to have a sleepover w treasure,, thank you !!

no warnings, 2k words, pure fluff

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🐷 Hyunsuk

"You promised we would have fun."

"This is fun," he replies. Apparently his idea of fun was dying his hair at 2am and dragging you to the mess as well.

"It's fun until you eventually fry off all your hair," the dye was already spreading up your arms. It would take at least 2 weeks to come off.

"I shampoo and condition properly," he refutes.

"If you go bald in the next ten years that might be a deal breaker," you tease. Not to his amusement however.

He gasps offended, "Wow and I thought you loved me."

"I'm kidding. I'll love you, hair or no hair."

He places the shower cap on his head. With the red of the dye it clings to the cap making his head look like a mushroom. Eyes wide with a pout on his lips, "I just wanted to dye my hair."

“Anything for my little mushroom.”

🐼 Jihoon

“Your closet scares me.” It is the first thing you say after seeing Jihoon’s room for the first time.

He gasps offended by the statement, “It’s not that bad.”

“Babe, your jeans don’t all fit in the same drawer so you stuffed them on the sides of the drawer.” He doesn't respond immediately knowing you are right.

“True or not you came over to have fun not clean my closet.”

“Jihoon, if I do not fix your closet before tonight I’ll have nightmares,” you exaggerate.

He signs, “Fine, but after we cuddle and watch a movie.”

You clap your hands together in excitement, “Okay, we need a basket and all the hangers you have.” You can already see the regret in his eyes. He’ll thank you later.

🐯 Yoshi

"That's way too much."

"It said ¼ a cup," Yoshi replies, confused.

"¼ a teaspoon not a cup," you say pointing at the screen of the laptop to show him.

Taking a look at the recipe he realizes the mistake, "Opps, it will just be a little salty,"

"Mhh salty cake for the win," you tease.

"I'm sure it will be fine. Can you hand me the milk now?"

"Scoop some of the salt out before you put the milk in," you say before handing him the milk, "Only put 1 cup of milk in."

He hums still working on getting some of the salt out from the bowl.

This time you watch him carefully, making sure he adds the right measurement.

🐨 Junkyu

"What buttons do I even press?"

Junkyu leans over to help. He points out the different buttons explaining, "Press this one to move forward, use this one to use one of the items you collect and the other ones are just for navigation."

You stare at your boyfriend for a second taking in all the information, "Okay sounds simple."

"Yeah, this is probably the easiest game I have," he says.

"We should make a bet then," you say.

Junkyu smiles, interested in the proposal, "What do you have in mind?"

"If I win you let me pick the game next time," you decide.

"Easy. If I win, you have to pay for my next meal at the PC Bang."

"Deal."

Junkyu wins the first time around so you play for best out of three. In the end he ends up winning. So you play for a few more rounds before you get tired. He insists that you play one more round before you both head off to bed.

🐹 Mashiho

"Did you pick a movie?"

You shake your head, "Nope, I can't decide. I've seen like half of these movies."

“We could watch one of my favorites?” he suggests.

“It’s not going to be a weird one right? The last one you picked was so weird.” You complain.

He laughs, “It was not weird. You just don’t appreciate art.”

The so-called art he was talking about was not anything you ever wanted to watch again. Art was subjective for a reason you suppose. “Okay, but you have to make the popcorn this time.”

He jumps up from the coach in glee, “Butter and salt right?”

🦁 Jaehyuk

“Okay don’t judge my room too bad okay?”

“I’m sure it’s not that bad, or at least as bad as it was when you romed with Jeongwoo.” The images of that room still haunt you. How do you manage to stain a hardwood floor?

The door of the apartment opens and you walk into the small one room. You note it’s cleaner than you expected. The room in itself looks like some kind of nice retro hotel. “Jae, this is so pretty!”

The compliment seems to calm his nerves which is great. “I cleaned it all yesterday.” He admits walking straight towards the coach and plopping down.

The walls are covered in beautiful art pieces and there are old records most you had never heard of. “You worried for nothing,” you tell him immediately. Following his lead you walk further into the apartment strolling around. “Okay, what do we do now?” When you originally proposed the idea of spending the night you didn’t really think about what you would be doing all night.

“I say we make hot chocolate and play Mario Kart,” he suggests. You nod excited at the idea. The original nerves you had about the night are starting to fade away in your mind.

🤖 Asahi

“What about, “Hold on to me like I’ll lose you’,” you suggest.

“Mhh, it needs to flow better than that,” he says, “We need to rhyme it with the last verse.”

You both sit there for a bit longer and contemplate the lines over and over. Eventually you just start humming a soft tune and he joins in. While there are no words, it is obviously a love song. The hums get more mellow as you throw the soft tone back and forth. The melody just seems to flow out of the both of you. It comes to an end softly as the silence of the room fills the hollow silence.

“We sound good together,” he remarks, staring at the papers in front of him. The pages are full of notes and lyrics. Poems too, that go on and on. When you first started dating he would never let you look at the things he would write down. Now a year in he lets you peak from time to time.

The pages are full of both Korean and Japanese. A majority of them in Japanese, which when translated sounded just beautiful. Some of them were even to you, not that he would admit it, but you could tell. It was nice to share such an intimate thing together.

“Now if we could only put it down into words,” you say.

He smiles nodding with you in agreement. “Maybe we don’t need words, just us as we are now.”

You groan at the cheesiness of the line, “You know what I’’ just leave the writing to you.”

🦊 Yedam

"This one smells like vanilla and it's better for brightening, but this one I like for this time of year when it is warmer," you say pointing at the different face masks later on the table.

"Do you have one with rose extract?"

You shuffle through the box of face masks for a bit before nodding, "Yeah I have two. Here this one will moisturize your skin."

"Thank you," he replies, reaching for the face mask.

Yedam pushes his hair up using a headband before he puts on his face mask. When he looks at you after he's done you laugh.

"We both must look so weird right now," you giggle.

He laughs with you smoothing down the sides of his face mask, "Yeah we do, but at least we'll be weirdos with clear skin."

"Right. We should take a picture to remember this moment."

You smile as he pulls his phone out to take the picture. After the picture is taken he sends it to you and you post it on your story. He then whines about it because his friends will make fun of him.

"You look cute," you refute. Then you quickly place a kiss on his cheek before he can reply.

🐰 Doyoung

"I'm tired now."

"We should head to bed then," Doyoung suggests.

It's kinda funny how you guys both naturally move.

"Can you hand me my makeup bag?" Without any hesitation the bag is in your hand. After removing your makeup you move to start your skincare when it occurs to you this is the perfect opportunity to test out the new skincare masks you got at Daiso.

"Face mask time you," you sing out.

Smiling back, Doyoung turns to your face completely ready, "Don't poke me in the eye like last time," he nags playfully.

"No promises," you say, smoothing the lavender mask over his face.

"It's cold," he whines as you finish placing the mask.

You tap his face softly laughing as he hisses at the cold feeling, "My turn, now don't you poke me in the eye." He laughs back softly before applying the mask.

After you're finished you both make your way to bed. Doyoung lays down first with you following right after. You're both facing each other as you lay down. Neither of you say anything until you yawn trying to blink away the sleep.

"Thank you for coming over."

"Of course. Wouldn't want to miss a chance to hang out with you."

You smile reaching over to slowly run a thumb over his cheek, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," he smiles back.

🐏 Haruto

"Stay still," you scold, pushing Haruto's head back to a straight position.

He whines scrunching his face up, "You are going to poke my eye out."

"I won't if you just stay still," you reply. The mascara brush glides over his lashes adding the finishing touch to the makeup look. Pulling back taking a look at his face you grin, "Just some setting spray now."

He groans, head falling backwards, "No. I'm over this."

"I'm almost done, just let me set your face and then we can forget this ever happened."

"Fine," he grumbled.

You smile, spraying a few pumps of setting spray. Haruto reacts by squinting his eyes so you nag him not to, it will make him crease.

"Okay and I'm done. Do you want to see?"

"Do I really?"

"Yes you do," you say, you show Haruto what he looks like through the mirror. He stares at himself before he breaks out in laughter.

"I look like you," he giggles, poking at his cheek.

You slap his hand away from his face, "You're gonna mess it up, stop. Final thoughts?" He turns away from the mirror to wrap his arms around your waist. Looking down at him from this angle despite the makeup he is still handsome.

"I now understand why it takes you so long to get ready," he laughs, "but I look really pretty."

"If you like this look next time-" you start but Haruto is already shaking his head interrupting.

"Next time? Oh no this is the first and last time this is ever happening," he says, but you're already going on about the next time you can do his makeup. Eventually he gives up on trying to argue just nodding his head agreeing.

🐺 Jeongwoo

"Should I bring a pillow?"

"No, I have pillows Jeongwoo."

"What if they aren't comfortable?"

"I can assure you they are nice and fluffy."

"Mhh if you say so," he says, voice sounding a bit spectacular. Even through your talking through the phone you can envision the face he's making.

"I don't know why you are causing a fuss. All you really need is your pajamas, phone, hygiene stuff and charger."

"This is my first sleepover with a girl. I don't know what I should bring."

"The normal stuff you would bring for any sleepover," you reply.

He huffs, "This isn't just any sleepover, this is my first one with you. What are we even gonna do?"

"Well we can watch a movie, make some food, play games. I should have some playing cards around here somewhere," you trail off.

"Okay so normal sleepover etiquette."

"I don't think sleepovers have an etiquette Jeongwoo."

"Well they should. Okay I'll be there in 30 minutes. My bag is now packed."

You nod even though he can't see you, "Okay, I'll be waiting."

🐮 Junghwan

"Here are some fruits for you and your friend," Mrs. So says, setting down fruit onto Junghwan's desk, "Now I want this door open at all times, okay? If I find it closed you'll both be in trouble."

"Yes mom, thank you," Junghwan replies, an embarrassed flush taking over his face.

"Thank you, Mrs. So," you say, while reaching for a strawberry.

"You're welcome." Her hands are tucked into her apron as she smiles. Usually this is the part where she would leave, but instead she stands at the end of the desk smiling.

Junghwan grows even more red as she just stands watching both of you so he lets out a high pitched, "Mom!"

"I'm leaving now. Ugh I'm just so happy my baby is growing up," Mrs. So gushes walking over to pinch her sons' cheeks. He tries to push her hands away with a whine of 'your embarrassing me'.

You just laugh, joining in to help your boyfriend, "Thank you for letting me spend the night Mrs. So."

She stops messing with and replies to you, "You're welcome sweetie. You're free to come over anytime you want. Okay I'll leave you two to have fun," she starts to make her way towards the door about to turn the corner before she adds in excitement "Have a fun sleepover!"

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Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed!!

Requests are opened!

[xoxo-teddybear]

The Bakugou Kids - Bakugou Katsuki

(Dad)Bakugou x (Mom)f!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Crack, Cursing

Summary: Bakugou and Y/N love their son with their entire beings, but sometimes, parents need a break. Especially when those parents are responsible for creating a literal demon spawn. He is kind, well behaved, and cute of course! But he does have Bakugou blood in him. With Y/N already away on a girls trip, Bakugou has to find out how he’s going to deal with his (now) many, many kids.

A/N: You passed down your duplication quirk down to Katsuo.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” You asked your husband as you stood at the doorway. “Katsumi may be a calm baby but she’s still a baby. And Katsuo’s quirk just kicked in and it is mine. I would know how difficult it can be to manage.”

“Stop worrying, Babe. It’s just a duplication quirk. And he’s only 5, how powerful can it really be?”Katsuki said, wrapping his arms around you. “Just go on your little girl’s trip with Ponytail and Racoon Eyes. I can handle the brat.”

You looked at your husband with a raised brow and smile before rolling your eyes and giving him a kiss. “Alright then. I’ll see you in a few days!”

With that, you walked out of the house and into the cab to meet your friends at the resort. Katsuki chuckled before walking back into the house to find his son napping on the couch. His spiky, blonde locks were all messed up with bed head while his E/C eyes he inherited from you remained shut. Katsuki walked over to his newborn daughter and picked her up while he took a seat next to Katsuo’s sleeping form, rubbing at his soft hair until he woke up.

“Can’t be all that bad, right Katsumi?”

The baby girl merely cooed with sparkling ruby eyes that mimicked her father’s.

—

Wow. Wrong. He was so wrong! It had only been 2 days since your departure but things had already gone so wrong! When you said your quirk was difficult to manage, Katsuki thought it would be difficult for Katsuo to manage. Not him!

Katsuki should’ve known his son would’ve taken the opportunity to act out while his mother was away. He had always been your little angel while Katsuki saw him as his little gremlin. With Y/N gone, Katsuo has been pushing all kinds of limits. Limits that had Katsuki beat.

Katsuo had been fortunate enough to inherit a quirk. And not just any quirk, but your quirk. Duplication. Basically, he can create copies of himself. When you were his age, you could only create 4, max. Katsuo was different though. He had Bakugou blood flowing through him. He was advanced the second he was born. So now, Katsuki was stuck looking after Katsumi, Katsuo, and Katsuo’s 16 other copies.

“Aye! Number 15, you’re gonna break that lamp! 11 and 8! Don’t wrestle in the mud! Go take a bath! NUMBER 3 GET OFF THE KITCHEN ISLAND! KATSUMI!” The adult blond screamed, looking for his infant daughter, eventually finding her sleeping in her little rocker on the living room floor. “Oh right, you don’t talk yet.”

Katsuki sighed as he slumped down next to his daughter, and leaned his back against the couch. He looked around the room and saw the 17 Katsuo’s making a ruckus around the house. All he could do was question how the hell is 3 month old daughter could possibly sleep through all this.

Katsuki almost lost all hope for humanity until a knock was heard on his front door. Knowing exactly who was there, he quickly got up from his place on the floor and ran to the entrance. “You idiots are finally here!”

Katsuki pulled in his 3 friends, the boys of the Bakusquad, and slammed the door shut. The 3 friends all stood in shock at the sight of the house. Not that it was overly messy or anything. It’s just that there were about 16 more figures in the house that aren’t usually there.

“You gotta help me!” Katsuki said, running infront of them, shaking his best friend’s shoulders. “I love my kids! I do! I love Katsuo, I swear! BUT I DIDNT SIGN UP TO BE A FATHER OF 18 FREAKING DEVILS!”

“Okay! Okay, relax man. We’re here.” Kirishima said, patting his friend’s shoulder as he wept. “How the hell are we gonna take care of 17 little Bakugous?”

“Right? We thought 1 Kacchan was a lot. Then you brought another one into the world, who apparently brought some unannounced friends.” Kaminari joked.

“They’re demons!” Katsuki exclaimed. “This has to be some fucking Karma for the shit I did. I knew I should’ve listened to my old hag better. Now shits came back to bite me in the- HEY! PUT YOUR SISTER DOWN! SHE’S NOT A FOOTBALL!”

Katsuos number 7 and 5 placed a sleeping Katsumi back in her rocker with an annoyed pout before running off to play something else.

“Welllll, there’s nothing that 3 cool uncles can’t fix!” Sero enthusiastically said. “Hey kiddos! Who’s ready to have some fun?”

All the mini blondes stopped their movements, some freezing mid-air, and looked to the slim man. They all shouted in joy at the sight of their uncles and ran to pounce on the 3 men, including their father. From the point of view of the boys in the Bakusquad, it looked like a Bakugou stampede.

“Run, run, RUN, RUN, RUUUNN!!!!” Kaminari screamed as the boys all ran for their lives to escape the herd of Katsuos. This was going to be an interesting day.

—

Safe to say after the day had passed, the boys of the Bakusquad were completely exhausted. Sero had half his clothes torn, Kirishima’s hair fell from it’s great spikes and even lost some red hues, Katsuki’s eye bags had never been heavier, and Kaminari was just straight knocked the fuck out. They were all thrown across the couch as Katsumi rested in Katsuki’s arms.

“What do we do?” Kirishima exclaimed.

“I don’t know.” Katsuki said, looking at his scrambling son(s). “There’s just too many.”

“And we’ve already lost a soldier.” Sero said pointing to Kaminari’s sleeping form. Katsuki and Kirishima followed his gaze and bowed their heads in respect towards the defeated Kaminari.

“Well now what? Is Bakugou just supposed to live like this for the next 3 days?” Kirishima asked.

“Hell no. If I do, there’s not gonna be anymore Katsuki. I’ll just be some body without a soul because my damn gremlins sucked it outta’ me.” Katsuki said with his head dropped down.

“Well how do we get them to calm down?” Sero questioned.

“I don’t know. They’re all mini me’s. Nobody could get me to relax.” Katsuki said in defeat, but that’s when Kirishima had a lightbulb go off for him.

“Except for Y/N!” The red head said, popping up from his seat on the couch.

“Uh, if you haven’t noticed Shitty Hair, this all started because she’s away on her trip.” Katsuki said with sarcasm as he looked at his friend as if he was an idiot.

“I know that! But Y/N wasn’t the only one to tame you, Bakugou!” Kirishima said in excitement.

“So then who else?” Katsuki asked.

“You know,” Kirishima smirked. “Denki’s favorite person. Y/N and.........”

It took Katsuki a second before his eyes popped when he finally got it. “No!”

“Yes!” Kirishima said.

“No way! We’re not going to her!” Katsuki complained.

“Who?” Sero asked.

“Nobody!” Katsuki screamed.

“Oh it’s somebody alright! Somebody who was able to tame the beast in Bakugou the second he was born!” Kirishima said.

“Who?” Sero asked. Katsuki finally sighed before he gave in, realizing this was his only hope for sanity. He grabbed his phone and made a quick call before explaining to his dark-haired friend.

“The demon of all demons...”

—

The door opened to reveal a tall standing brunette and an elder feminine blonde.

“...My mother.”

—

The boys of the Bakusquad all sat lined up on the couch as Mitsuki stood at Katsuki’s end and smacked her son’s head.

“You idiots! Y/N leaves for 2 days and all hell breaks lose?!” Mitsuki screamed at the 3 young men.

“You old hag! Quit hitting me! Ima’ grown man for crying out loud!” Katsuki screamed as he rubbed his head. Masaru simply bounced the sleeping Katsumi in his arms as he watched the scene play out.

“Well if you’re such a grown man then why can’t you manage your own kids without your wife’s help?!” Mitsuki argued, leaving Katsuki silent as he grumbled. The eldest blonde sighed before continuing. “Alright listen, I’ll watch these little devils for the next few days until Y/N comes back. I’d love to spend some time with my grandbrats. Why don’t the 3 of you go take a break and-“

“THANKS! Let’s go losers!” Katsuki said dragging his friends to the exit. Mitsuki and Masaru only laughed at their son’s behavior as they began tending to the kids.

The boys of the Bakusquad all quickly walked out of the house and headed for their cars as they all walked together.

“So, where to?” Sero asked.

“We could go head up that new resort in Tokyo!” Kaminari suggested.

“Naahhh. That’s where Y/N’s having her girl’s trip. Wifey would kill me if she saw me there instead of at home with the kids.” Katsuki said with his hands in his pockets. Kirishima raised his brow at this.

“Oh? So then, maybe we should go back and-“

“You know, on second thought,” Katsuki said with wide eyes once Kirishima made the suggestion. He took his hands out of his pockets and placed them behind his friend’s backs to keep them moving. “Maybe she won’t kill me..if I’m lucky..and wish..upon a shooting star....a million times over. Hah.....yeah. TO THE RESORT!”

As they walked, Kaminari attempted to look at the house once more, prompting Katsuki to turn his friend’s head back around. “No, no, no, don’t look back, they can smell fear.”

[artzee-bee]

Not going anywhere | Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Fandom: Lucifer

Request:” Hi i have request for you ,Lucifer and the reader have a big fight they are married, and this fight it's lucifer fault The reader leaves home and Lucifer decides to give her space After a few days, he goes to the reader and realizes that she has been missing for a few days,When the person behind all this claims that the reader is dead and gives them a her body . Everyone thinks that the reader is dead and Lucifer He gets depressed and thinks it's all his fault , and after a few days, the thieves release the singer and the reader goes to Lucifer.Lucifer first thinks it is an imagination and then apologizes to the reader Thank you so much”

Genre: Angst with happy ending

Warnings: kidnapping, death

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Your intention had never been to start a fight. All you wanted an explanation (preferably one that also made sense) and an apology, but apparently that was too much to ask, because as soon as you voiced your opinion, Lucifer went up in flames

“Don’t start this again!”

“I dislike it just as much as you do but what I hate more is being cancelled on, AGAIN, through a text message no less!”

“It was an emergency!”

“It’s always an emergency Lucifer! It’s starting to sound a lot like work means more to you than I do!” “The detective needs me, damn it!” your husband yelled

“And she has you! Every day of every week! All I ask for is one date night and for the past month you’ve done nothing but avoid committing to one or backing out at the last second! I’m tired of being your second choice Lucifer! I’m your wife and you are my husband, I love you to the ends of the world, I just wish you'd say no to Decker from time to time...”

“I’m saving people’s lives Y/N. So if you’re not on your deathbed, other people are and they need me now!” as he said this, Lucifer walked right past you and into your bedroom, seemingly ignorant to the painful words he’d just said. You looked around the living room, vision blurry with tears, your chest heavy with anger and disgust. You rushed towards the elevator.

“When you find time in your busy schedule and feel like being my spouse again, let me know!” the elevator door closed before Lucifer could say anything

~~~

When Lucifer woke up the next morning to a cold and empty bed, he didn’t think much of it.Truthfully, he was still kind of pissed at the attitude you had given him a day before, so he got dressed as usual and went to the precinct, assuming you’ll be home by nightfall.

Except when he got home that night, he stopped by Lux first, which ended up like it always does: with him sucked into an endless cycle of booze and dancing, that lasted until well into the night. When he did enter the penthouse eventually, he found it empty. Exactly the way he had left it in the morning. Even the tie he had left on the floor, after deciding last minute that it didn’t go with his suit, was untouched. Now this was curious, but still, Lucifer felt like you must be playing hard to get. He sent you one text message, before going to bed

“Call me when you can!”

The day after that, he figured his part was done! By reaching out first, he had already made a big compromise, so now it was your turn! To reach out, come home! But that didn’t happen that day, or the day after that.

Three days after the text message,Lucifer was getting worried. He was looking at his phone every other minute. Always making sure he hadn’t accidently put it on silent or missed any texts. He sent more messages, telling you he was sorry and that he wanted you to come home. That he would listen and spend more time with you, promising luxurious dates and weekend trips, if only you forgave him. You didn’t even open the messages.

“Lucifer are you listening?” Decker was insanely annoyed at her partner’s lack of concentration

“Sorry detective. I’ve...I’ve got a lot on my mind”

“Well, better get it out of the way now, so that we can move on to our case!” she said, cleaning out her desk quickly, before resting back into her chair “Talk to me!”

“It’s Y/N. I’m worried about her!”

“Why?” “We...had a fight a couple days ago and she left. She hasn’t come back since”

“Have you heard from her at all?”

“No…” Lucifer said, embarrassed at his own lack of care for you. He should have called you earlier, reached out more! He should have tried harder!

“How long had she been missing for?”

“4...maybe 5 days…”

“Lucifer, are you sane? And you’re only telling me now?!” Chloe jumped from her seat, turning on her computer

“I thought she needed space! I thought she was avoiding me intentionally cause she was angry! I didn’t know…” Lucifer choked back a sob, not wanting to break down in tears in the middle of the precinct

“Lucifer!” Chloe caught hold of his hand “I’m gonna find her! I promise you!” A few days later, she did. Well, more like Y/n came to her, in the shape of a pretty little gift box left on Decker's doorstep.

“A lil too late on your case detective” read the note attached to it. 

Inside were Y/N’s clothes, all of them stained with dark, dried blood. Y/N was declared dead that day and the case was closed. At her funeral, only her closests friends were present. Lucifer wanted it to be as intimate as possible.

That day was also the first time anyone had seen Lucifer, since the news. His eyes were bloodshot and the dark circles under his eyes almost matched the black suit he was wearing. Throughout the ceremony he kept twisting his wedding band, a habit he’d picked up on since you went missing. He chose not to do a speech, but once the crowd disappeared, and he was left face to face with your grave, he pulled out a little piece of paper from his pocket and sat down on the grass.

“In hell, everyone feared me. There, I was nothing but another server of the universe, ruling over an empire I never really wanted, because I never had a choice. So eventually I left, thinking anywhere will be better than what I had, and I came to earth.

I ran into you about 2 weeks later, before I really even knew how to behave myself. Before I knew anything about who I really was besides ‘the devil’. I longed to know, grow and discovers different sides of me, where I could be something new, and you gave it to me. You made me who I never thought I could possibly be. You made me a lover. I never thought of myself as capable to love anyone, in any degree, but your light shone everywhere you went and your kindness touched me and everyone around you. It became impossible to not get infatuated with your person. I allowed you to see and feel around every dark corner of my soul and being and every time I thought it was the end. Everytime I would take in your touch as if it was the last, I would prepare myself for abandonment, but it never came. Through everything you stood by my side and when I felt my darkest, you gave me a fistful of your light and that was enough to keep me going. You married a broken man and called him perfect, despite everyone telling you how much of a foul you were. Even then, you shooed them away. Even then you chose me. I wasn’t worthy of your love or your trust and our last night together proved it.

You’re not here anymore to hear my apologies and I’ll never forgive myself for it. You’ve gone now somewhere I can not follow, but I know you are well taken care of there. I hope, someway, somehow, you’ll hear these words: I am sorry. I loved you with my entire soul. Not listening to you was the biggest mistake of my life and I’ll never forgive myself. I choose however, to remember you as you were, because I know that’s what you’d want. I’ll remember you and your laugh.I’ll remember our date nights and shopping sprees. Nights in Lux or on the penthouse balcony. I’ll remember all the meals you prepared for me and the flirtatious remarks you used to make, because you thought they were so silly. I’ll remember the little frown on your face whenever you worked on an important project for work and I’ll remember every evening walk around the block you’d make me accompany you on. I know I always complained about them, but they were always fun. Everything I ever did with you was always fun.

I loved you. I still do. You are my everything Y/N. Thank you for devoting yourself to me in all the ways that you did. I’ll forever live on in my heart.“

~~~

It had been months since your disappearance. After all this time, you finally managed to escape your kidnappers and report them to the New York police station, since that’s where you had been held hostage for so long. As soon as the paperwork was done and you were sure that the people who ruined you were getting the punishment they deserved, you jumped on a train and headed straight back home. Straight to Lucifer.

Lux looked exactly the same as you had left it. You were washed over by a wave of comfort that almost brought you to tears. Home. You never thought you’d get to step in here again. Overwhelmed, you took a seat on one of the couches, allowing your head to rest back on it, as you took in every detail of your surroundings: the feel of the leather on your fingertips, the cool breeze of the air conditioning, the warm lights. Everything was still here.

“Y/N?” you jumped at the sound

“Hi love…” your voice broke as you said those words. Words you never thought you would be able to mutter again. The sight of your husband, messy as he was, made you weak in the knees. He was standing at the top of the staircase, dressed in nothing but his robe, tied carelessly around his waist. He had probably just woken up. You wanted to say something again, but before you could, he laughed

“Nope” he said simply, before making his way down the stairs and to the bar “I’m not doing this. Not today, not ever!” Lucifer filled his glass to the top with bourbon, before turning around and trying to leave back to where he came from

“Lucifer, it's me!”

“Sure you are, except you’re not real! Nice of dad, taking my ability to stay endlessly sober, getting me drunk, forcing visions of my dead wife onto me to teach me another lesson about managing my emotions. Real clever, except this is too much! So I’m going to enter that elevator and I expect to never have to see you again, hum? Right, well, au revoir now!” he continued on his way, but before he could get far, you were clutching on the silk tie of his robe. Lucifer felt the tug around his waist and turned around slowly to look at you, this time a little more unsure. As if he was trying to figure you out

“Lucifer, I’m Y/N. I escaped”

“Escaped? But that’s impossible, she died! I saw it-”

“What you saw was a bloody shirt!” he looked up to meet your gaze, tears already forming “They lied to you Lucifer”

Finally, it seemed like he had connected all of the pieces of the puzzle. The glass of alcohol fell to the ground and your husband wrapped you in a big hug for the first time in months. He nuzzled his head in your hair and took in your scent, your figure, your warmth. Hell, you were even more perfect that he remembered! Silent tears fell down both of your cheeks as you collapsed to the ground, still holding onto each other for dear life

“I’m so sorry” Lucifer sobbed in your hair “I’m so so sorry”

“It wasn’t your fault Luci”

“If I hadn’t been a jerk you wouldn’t have left! If I would have simply listened to you, they wouldn’t have gotten to you! You would’ve stayed here, where you belong! You would have stayed with me but instead I was too busy with my stupid job and the stupid cases and I’m sorry! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry” he continued crying on your shoulder as you rubbed small circles on his back

“I’m here now my love” you whispered, kissing his cheek “And I’m not going anywhere”

[hikohhmi]

The gift.

Character : Female reader and Academy Dottore.

Part : [1/2]

Warnings : being called weird and strange. Bad grammar.

Fluff, Platonic.

Dottore's POV

She's still in the academy when the classes are already finished, looking for me.

She went to the library, because she knows that's my favorite place, even though it's not the safest. She was always worried about me whenever I'm here. She brings me a birthday gift. Like all those years.

But, I feel like somethings wrong. It feels good, but what's this feelings I'm experiencing?

Flashback

The first time I barely talked to her, she gave me a birthday gift. It was in the classroom when everyone already went home except for us.

It was weird, annoying and irritating. She threw the gift on my face,leaving a small red mark on my nose.

"What do you want-"

PANG!

"Ouch, That's it! You're dead to m-"

"...."

It's a box with ribbons with a note on it.

'H Bd.'

- From your classmate

It took me a few seconds to proceed what does the note means.

.

Happy Birthday.

.

" [A birthday gift?!] "

"Enjoy it I guess."

Says her with a blank, lack of emotion face, before leaving me stunned and confused.

In the box, there's some science and maths related tools. Some of them are the stuff I planned to buy, I guess I got lucky for now.

I noticed she does the same with others in the school.

If it was a birthday boy, she'll throw the gift at them, then leave them confuse. If it was a birthday girl, she'll just put the gift inside the bags or under the desk.

But if it was her close friends, she'll give it face to face with joy.

It was weird thing to do.

When I think of it again, I never really got any birthday gift before.

Not sure how did she finds out when my birthday is, but I'm positive that she knows it because some of the teachers told her. For some reason, I can't really stop thinking about it, but I believed I'll get over it.

Untill that one day after, I met her again. She just...wave at me a little while trying to not let anyone saw it.

I didn't wave back, I only stare at her, awkwardly. She looks uncomfortable with it.

Time after time with these weird interactions. We finally talk.

I was sketching a sketch of an object for the design and technology project that we need to do in a group, I don't usually have a partner to do these types of projects, so I do it alone but often get a high score.

Her table is beside me, she look at what I was doing.

"Are you sketching for the new project?"

I was a bit irritated but I answered her anyways.

"Mhmm"

"...."

"Your good at sketching, but may I show you a proper way to do it?"

I was confused, and shocked. Does she knows who is she talking with? However, I took it as an opportunity for myself to get no. 1 academy student, and agreed with her.

She showed me some tips for sketching. If I remember correctly, she's one of the art students.

She even offer herself to became my partner for the project. She may be annoying, but she does have some potential. So, I let her join me.

I wonder, how did I end up in this situation. I never met someone that is willingly to approach me. Not that I'm complaining though.

As times goes by, she approaches me even more and more. I guess she's starting to get comfortable with me. Such a weird thing to do. Why would she lower her guards down around someone?

Unfortunately, I eventually lower my guards down a bit with her. I still don't fully trust her enough.

I also don't know how, but she always noticed me when I'm starving. She will bring some snacks such as cookies and bread for me.

It felt strange but I have a weird harm feelings in my stomach. Did she put poison in the snacks?

But after I refused her offer a couple of times in a day, I still felt the weird warm feelings. I was a bit disappointed that I actually...like this feels?

What have gotten into me?

End of dottore's POV.