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dearestones · 4 months

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The Perils of Being Better than Everyone Else (Idia Shroud and Yuu)

Warnings: The Prefect is described as being shorter and smaller than Idia, gamer lingo, Idia’s poor self esteem combined with his arrogance.

@fjshii Request: Hello lovely! :)

I was wondering if I could make a request? There's something that's been rotating in my head :) Of course, I just want to emphasize the fact that this is a very casual ask!!! If you're working on other projects or just honestly don't feel like it then yes!!! Perfect :) I am in 100% support 😌😌😌 I enjoy whatever's on the table <3 But yes!!! I just wanted to say that! It was important :)

As for the actual request lol, I was wondering about a twst scenario with one of the boys teaching Yuu how to tie a tie? I just think it could be very sweet :) or hilarious if depending on who we're talking about. Whoever out of the cast is fine! :) I'm just hoping one of the students instead of the faculty (and oddly enough, not Vil please LMAO he just fits the bill a bit too much? if that's okay😂), but honestly, yeah, wherever your gut takes you. I also think this could be a really fun way to test out some characters we haven't seen from you yet before their debut in Caged Birds :)

Anywho! Yes! Only if you really want :) I hope you're having an enjoyable week, and thanks for all you share! :) <3

Dying on the inside certainly wasn't the worst thing that could ever happen to Idia, but it was definitely one of the top five sensations that he wished he didn't have to live with on a day to day basis. It was a feeling that had plagued him for a long time now, but it seemed that the occurrence of such a feeling seemed to happen with higher frequency after he had first started attending Night Raven College. It didn't take long to amass data points and map it out onto a graph: the points were clear and simple.

Out of everyone else in that hallowed institution, Idia Shroud was a being 'other' than the rest of them.

Yes, there were students who sported fangs. There were those who were blessed (or perhaps even cursed) with furry ears and tails. Others still had pointed ears and a longevity that most mortals would have killed for.

However, among the treasure trove of such eccentricities, Idia was by far one of the strangest.

It was quite obvious, with the flaming hair and the inevitable display of the veritable knives that rose from his gums, that Idia would be singled out as 'strange'.

Well, that was all relative when one had to consider that there was even a student from another world! It was an interesting phenomenon and Idia was sure that there would be more of a hubbub around that student’s origins, but surprisingly, there wasn’t any. At least, Idia hadn’t observed any sort of curious reactions from any NRC students. Then again, he could relate. After all, while the magicless student definitely had main character vibes, they were not as noteworthy as other famous individuals at the school like royalty, child prodigies, and the like.

So, you would think that having a person with main character vibes would give them plot armor, but…

One should not underestimate the power of SSR Problematic Children, especially those who had orchestrated their own boss battles.

The incident happened when Idia had been busy getting a drink from one of the vending machines that was situated in one of the hallways of the school. On this particular school day, he had been tasked with the brunt of a presentation and because it had been weeks since he had set foot into an actual classroom, his professor had requested that he attend in real life. Idia tried to put up a fight (read: he had begged and pleaded via email), but his professor had cited the rubric’s requirements and that it was a mandatory project that needed his presence. Needless to say, despite the fight in Idia, he had ended up folding the instant he thought he read an irritated tone in the email correspondence.

(Idia would have definitely shown up the professor considering that the subject he was required to present was basically the fundamentals to understanding the integration of magic into technology, but decided to let the matter go.

He was merciful like that and he was above such triviality).

When the time came, Idia felt himself sweating buckeyes and burrowing into the safety of his hooded jacket. Why did the entire world have to be composed of extraverts? Thankfully, during the presentation, his partner had taken the reins, which meant that the Ignihyde Housewarden didn’t have to speak as much as he thought he would. It may or may not be because of the contingency plan he had constructed back when he was a lowly first year. (That is to say, Idia made sure to send a copy of the presentation and notes to his partner beforehand).

As always, his plan worked because, after all, he was a genius.

So, after a lengthy class session that involved Idia pretending to listen to his peers drone on and on about their presentations (most of which were either not well researched or as well presented…and sometimes, it was a combination of both) while he was surreptitiously playing games on his phone, Idia was thirsty. It wasn’t like he had talked much, but effort was still effort, even if it wasn’t at his one hundred percent.

And besides—

Precipice Moirai had teamed up with a lesser known energy drink that Idia had yet to taste. After having checked out the reviews, it was a widespread opinion that the energy drink wasn’t all too dissimilar to others of its kind. The taste wasn’t too remarkable and wasn’t well worth the hype except for the members of the famed idol group plastering their faces upon the tin.

To say that Idia was annoyed was an understatement. Even if Premo had teamed up with a drink that didn’t taste good, that didn’t mean that fans should turn their backs against their beloved idols! Honestly, what sort of fans were they to talk such pessimistic sentiments about something that they didn’t have to buy? Idia was loyal and he was going to drink at least one can.

And for those weirdos who left such disparaging comments on the forums… Let’s just say that they were going to be in for a treat when they finally logged back on.

As Idia punched in the correct combination that would release the sweet, sugary nectar into his waiting grasp, he heard a familiar voice in the hallway. Even if it was from a distance, he felt himself shrink a little in his oversized hoodie and his hands trembled in anxiety. Out of everyone else in this school, no other SSR Problematic Child could appear so cute and unassuming, only to reveal that he himself was as much of a problem as his contemporaries.

Riddle Rosehearts.

A taskmaster to the core, the infamous Teapot Tyrant of Heartslabyul was busy berating a first year while Idia could only watch in detached horror. Fascinatingly enough, the first year only looked faintly amused by Riddle’s seemingly heated tirade. Now that Idia thought about it (from the safety of the bulky vending machine), Riddle hadn’t raised his voice or shouted his Unique Magic. Yes, the Taskmaster had been gradually mellowed out because of his Overblot (sadly, the experience hadn’t given Riddle a debuff when it came to his perfunctory nature), but Idia had only observed from hearsay and the off chance he decided to note Riddle’s behavior during meetings.

The change wasn’t drastic, but it reminded Idia of the character development for one of the villains in a manga series he had read a few years’ ago. A scary thought to be sure. There was no way Idia could try to compare the intricacies of an award winning manga to the messiness of human nature, but the fact that he had thought of it! For a mere second!

Ughhhh… 2D was always better than 3D.

Before the Ignihyde Housewarden could suffer another meltdown that paled in comparison to the ire he felt at the idea of partnering with someone for a school project, he became all too aware that he was no longer alone at the vending machine. Now, Idia was no macho man (the S.T.Y.X. situation had certainly taught him that much), but he would rather go down into the depths of Tartarus or give access to his laptop without restriction to his mother before saying that he shrieked upon the realization.

Yes, he will admit that he emitted a high pitched sound and jumped a foot in the air at the scare.

But still.

It was nothing more than an excited exhalation of air.

Nothing more.

“Oh, gosh! Sorry about that, Idia! I thought you noticed me since I saw you watching Riddle and I earlier!” The Prefect’s voice was not as grating or as needlessly loud as some of the other students at this school—in fact, it was rather soft and apologetic—but Idia had to bury the urge to cover their mouth with his hands. (No way was he going to risk contaminating his gaming hands with someone who never heard of Premo before!)

Plus…

Taskmaster Riddle could be still lying in wait for the next person to scold!

“Q-quiet down!” Idia’s tablet may have generated his voice, but it clearly conveyed the urgency and the volume that Idia’s vocal cords would have produced. “The world may be okay with catering to the whims of the extraverted, but as an introvert, I will not bow to such societal pressures.”

The Prefect cocked their head to the side and gave Idia one long, hard look.

“For sure. Fight the power, Idia.”

Did he raise his friendship meter with the Prefect? Not that he wanted to, the Prefect was calming to talk to on most days, but that didn’t mean that they were exempt from the disease known as “sociability”. Idia didn’t do that.

“So… is that any good?”

Idia was about to ask what the Prefect meant by that question before realizing that he was still holding the energy drink (unopened). Ah, he had yet to fulfill today’s daily quest.

Idia shrugged, feeling a little bit foolish as he regarded his loot. A part of him wanted to run away or shrink into his hoodie, but it would be too troublesome to rule up the Prefect because once you piqued the Prefect’s interest, bad things happened.

Like Riddle mellowing out.

Or Leona actually taking initiative.

Or Azul—No, he hadn’t changed a bit. A shady businessman to his core, that one.

Whatever the case, Idia was so busy trying to come up with an exit strategy to leave ASAP (he had an afternoon campaign and he was AFK for too long!) that he nearly missed the Prefect’s little sigh.

HAD HE OFFENDED THEM BECAUSE HE HAD SPENT TOO MUCH TIME THINKING?

Utter madness, why did anyone willingly submit themselves to the horrors of etiquette and good manners? The rules of polite society never made that much sense to him…

“Gosh, I wish I could have some of that.” When did the Prefect step closer to inspect the can? “But if Riddle catches me overloading on sugar again, he’s going to make me help ADeuce with dressing up the flamingos for midmorning croquet.”

Three years and Heartslabyul was a puzzle that Idia was not hard pressed to solve. RIP, GG to the n00bs who thought that Heartslabyul was one of the nicer dorms.

Spoiler alert: It wasn’t.

“I know he means well, but he’s not my dad, right?”

There was a note of ruefulness in the Prefect’s voice that Idia was quick to note, but just as quickly discarded because no. Absolutely not. No, he was not going to get roped up into the Prefect’s problems. He had Board Game Club following the events of the winter holidays and Azul was quick to complain about the destruction done to his restaurant! (There was also the Scarabia Overblot, but not many people talked about it unless you were a Scarabian and offended on Kalim’s behalf, but that was another matter entirely).

“And you know what else?” Was the Prefect still talking? Sevens, the Prefect was still talking! Was Idia’s blatant discomfort not enough to dissuade further social interaction? Or had Idia unlocked a secret achievement: meeting a sassy, sadistic Prefect? “He told me that I needed to start tying my ties because he won’t do them for me anymore! I can do them, I just like it when he does it because his knots are perfect and I feel like an honor student.”

Idia was going to regret this later (in hindsight, he could have ended that conversation then and there by agreeing with the Prefect and then saying that he had plans to do! because! he! had! a! campaign!), but he piped up, sardonic judgment in his voice, “So that thing around your neck is Riddle’s doing?”

“This gorgeous thing?” The Ramshackle Prefect patted their tie that had been so horrible crumpled and knotted into a sad mass of fabric that looked like it wanted to be a tie, but was weighed down with too much responsibility. Like child support. Taxes. And maybe vehicular manslaughter. Or you know, weighing down your future with expectations that you had to fulfill because of your lineage. “You know, you have the same look Riddle gave me when he saw me earlier. It’s like… he was so amazed by my mad skills that he had no choice but to stare. A total loss for words!”

“You…” Gloomurai abort. Gloomurai. Abort. Gloomurai! Abort! “You need help.”

Scratch that, Idia needed help.

Send dudes! Send the troops!

Call in the reinforcements!

Sevens, screw his thoughts regarding internet anonymity! Send in Muscle Red!!!

He needed an adult!

(Yes, he was technically not a minor anymore, but he needed an adultier adult!)

“Um…”

“Shhh!”

Idia huffed a little to himself as he looked at the length of the Prefect’s tie, the fabric somewhat wrinkled and worn from their attempts to make some sort of bow around their neck. For reasons that Idia could not quite fathom, the conversation right after he had noted how much the Prefect sucked at tying their tie had resulted in this.

(“You’re such a total n00b! ROTFLOL. No wonder the Taskmaster himself singled you out! In fact, I wonder why the final boss from Pomefiore hasn’t talked to you yet!”

“Oh, Vil? He did.”

“And?” Idia hadn’t meant to ask, but his curiosity was piqued. Thr Ignihyde Housewarden managed to evade his fellow third year because of their differing class schedules, but that didn’t mean he did not have his fair share of scoldings.

“He told me that poor little potatoes like me needed to get tended to better. Whatever that meant.”

Lucky! Usually, Vil would have had Idia on the ropes, fighting for his life, while Vil threatened to throw toner, moisturizer, and other beauty products at him. Pfffttt, as if the family curse wasn’t already doing wonders to his body.

“Ha! I definitely could do better than you!”

“Oh really?” Oh. Oh no. Whenever normies looked like that, it could mean only one thing: trouble. “Why don’t you show me how?”

Say no.

Idia say no.

Idia say—

“You’ll be like my kouhai! For tying ties. Unless you’re as bad at it like me”

That did it.

Idia placed the energy drink on the ground and began typing in a search query into his tablet.

“First of all, kouhai means junior. Obviously, I’m your senpai or your senior. Second of all, of course I know how to tie a tie! What do you take me for? I’m going to tie a tie so—“)

After wrangling the Prefect’s tie away from their ratty uniform, Idia tried to remember how to tie a tie. His fingers, as deft and as quick as they were when commanding the keyboard or maneuvering a mouse, were somewhat slow and clumsy as he tried to shift the fabric into a loop. How did his father teach him again? It was somewhat awkward—when were things not awkward?—and it lasted a lot longer than it should have, but eventually, Idia was choked into submission into society’s standards of what a young man with a promising future should look like.

Ugh.

And then his dad tried to talk to him about the future, but Idia kinda, sorta tuned him out because he really didn’t want to think about the future any more than he had to. Thus, Idia was dressed like any first year student should… But that was only for a little while.

After Idia suffered through a week of choking himself or looking the fool with his poorly tied tie, he ordered a special, custom-made hoodie. And then he never looked back. Yes, he was not as well dressed as someone like Vil or Riddle, but it wasn’t like he aspired to be them. As if anyone other than overachievers and those with images to maintain actually cared about what they looked like.

Idia was already a freak; if he looked like a normal preppy extravert, he would undoubtedly look even more freaky.

(Like an alien trying to fit in).

Anyway, back to the matter at hand, Idia was screwed.

He screwed up.

GG.

FF.

All of his HP had decreased to an increasingly concerning level and now, he was only a second away from curling into a ball and crying. Where was Ortho when he needed him? You could only watch the same Magicam video of how to tie a tie so many times before you began to realize that you were not as skilled as you thought you were.

Also, the Prefect was giving him a strange smile that made Idia’s cheeks heat and his hair—SEVENS HIS HAIR!

Curse this curse!

“So… do you give—”

Idia, in an uncharacteristic manner, bared his teeth wide as he glared at the Prefect with the power of a million dying suns. “No! I will git gud! This tie will bow down to my brilliance!”

The tie was not OP, it couldn’t be.

That was unreal and Idia was being realistic.

All he needed to do was breathe and—

“You know—” Stop talking. Stop talking. Why are you talking? “—I think I know what the problem is!”

Idia, in near tears and just about ready to call it a day, had no choice but to blurt out, “What? What could it possibly be?”

Yes, he was that desperate.

“Well, you’re holding it in your hands and tying it that way. Don’t you think that it would be easier if you tied it on me? Plus, if you succeed, I get a perfect tie!”

PHYSICAL CONTACT.

WAS THIS WHAT THE WORLD WAS COMING TO?

PHYSICAL CONTACT?

And then, Idia heard the ‘if’ that the Prefect said. And then the implication set in.

If he succeeds?

There was obvious psychological manipulation here—the Prefect must have spent way too much time at Octavinelle because this stunk of seafood—but Idia had no choice.

This was like the sunk cost fallacy. He had already spent so much time trying to show off in front of the Prefect that it would do him no good if he backed off now.

“O-oh! O-okay!”

Idia’s fingers trembled as he approached the Prefect. Now that he was close to them, he realized that even though he was slouching, the Ramshackle Prefect was actually really short compared to him. In hindsight, he shouldn’t have felt so nervous—the Prefect was not as intimidating as other Night Raven College students—but still.

Was the Prefect going to recoil in disgust when he touched them?

Were they going to make fun of him for fumbling for so long?

Or—

“Keep going, Idia!” The Prefect cheered. Their eyes were on his hands, both of which were maneuvering the fabric of the tie around their neck with slow, stuttering movements. Swallowing hard, Idia found himself entranced as the Prefect’s small hands began to guide his own into vaguely familiar movements.

First, the tie was measured out to its correct length. Then, when Idia began to falter, the Prefect (again) guided his hands until he remembered that he had to cross the length of the left piece of fabric over the right. He would then bring up the left piece again. A beat passed as Idia tried to remember the succeeding steps before starting up again, this time, with a little more confidence. Once that was done, he brought up the left piece of fabric that was longer and thicker than the right so that it could enter into the loop that was created from the previous steps.

And then, Idia tugged until the knot of the tie was perfectly formed and flush against the Prefect’s throat.

He…

He actually did it?

He actually—

“Oh, wow! That’s so cool!” The Prefect beamed the world’s brightest smile at Idia.

The effect was immediate and painful; the AoE would have been off the charts if it were not for the following move that the Prefect made.

Without so much as a look of remorse, the Prefect tugged off the tie, undid the loops, and gave Idia the looping, crumpled fabric.

“Now, you gotta teach me this time.”

NO.

NOOOOOO—

“Ortho, I have now entered my villain era.” Idia slumped into his bed, not at all minding the crumbs from his ultra healthy dietary habits. As he curled up, he saw that Ortho was floating beside his head, a look of concern over his childlike features.

“Are you referring to your fashion session with the Ramshackle Prefect? I saw the entire thing! I had no idea that the Prefect was so bad at tying ties!”

“Me neither.”

“But at the very least you managed to taste that new energy drink, right?”

Idia felt his breath catch.

“FUCK.”

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justagalwhowrites · 7 months

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So, I know Joel is currently rotting your brain but tell me about this Javi fic you're going to do. I know it's still a few months away but I'm currently obsessing over him. I know you probably don't have the details worked out but can you give us something about it? If not that's totally ok. Lol

I'm only like halfway through season 2 but I'm determined to be completely finished before you start your fic so I won't be confused on anything like I am with some of the other fics I've been reading.

Alright, I think I'm done bombarding your ask box for today. 🤣

Hi Bestie!

UM FIRST THING'S FIRST?? Please bombard my ask box as much as you'd like, I love asks. Like they're my favorite thing, for real.

ANYWAY! I'll put the rest below the cut because, while not really spoiler-y, it might nudge into that territory and I don't want to accidentally ruin it for anyone :)

I'll preface this by saying GRAIN OF SALT. Actually, several grains of salt, I have done absolutely no story planning or mapping for this, I have some scenes I can see in my head and some vague ideas for overarching plot so all of this is so subject to change it's ridiculous.

HERE WE GOOOO

Takes place outside of the show timeline, Javi is working probably in Florida to deal with trafficking into the US. He has a suspect he has to take to the hospital and, while said suspect is being treated, he's completely stonewalled by a very stubborn but sunshine and bubbly nurse who is like "mmmm nope, don't think you can talk to my patient at he moment, he needs to rest. Come back with a warrant! 😊" and he tries to charm her and it just... does not work. She's like "Nope, sorry! 😊" until she decides her patient is stable enough to handle questioning. This drives him NUTS.

But he's done with her once the suspect is discharged, right?

LOL nope!

He keeps bumping into her and she keeps being VERY hard core on the patients rights issue and he's absolutely losing his mind and eventually is like "what is your DEAL" and she gives him a kind of impassioned speech and he's charmed as HELL. Like still frustrated and annoyed - both at her stonewalling him and her stubbornly sunny and happy disposition - but also like "If anyone fucks with her they're going to have to deal with me." And he just kinda sticks around one night after his suspect is taken away and asks her to breakfast and much to his surprise, she's like "yes please!"

He falls hard. And fast.

And then she ends up on the wrong side of some drug runners. Angst and drama ensues!

Anyway, that's the VERY LOOSE idea of the fic at the moment! The core stuff is grumpy/sunshine with some kinda sorta forced proximity vibes.

Of course, it's me, we'll be delving into big feelings and stuff, too lol I have to build out her backstory more and all kinds of things and put it all together beat by beat yet. I'm so excited for this, for real!

I have so many fics I want to write and only so many hours in the day, it's becoming a problem. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this one when I finally sit down and write it! Love you!!!!

#fanfic #kit answers #send asks

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ssahotchnerr · 2 months

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Hii :3 I have terrible insomnia rn so I've been perusing your masterlists hehe and I just wanna say you write Aaron SO WELL like I love it all a lot even tho I'm literally I dude I've been sat here reading them all like yes I'm the mother of his kids what of it JDNGJVJ

I saw your requests were open so I wanted to request perhaps something to do with Hotch having a chronically ill/disabled partner?

anywho I hope you're having a nice day/night <:)

(I'm gonna claim this emoji 🦇)

aw my love thank you so much!!! i’m so glad you’re enjoying them (i feel the same way as i write omG aaron loml) and i hope you’re well rested 🫶🏻 insomnia is the WORST.

i’ll def add the request to my to-write list 🥹 🦇 is allllll yours!!! welcome :D

#🦇anon #katie’s inbox

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certified-ultimate-simp · 2 years

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Tumblr needs to not be mean, please. Anywho, take number three of Writing a private request from my dear little sister @cometarts-studio Cuddle Prompts, Number 10: Listening to the Rain with Rei Sakuma. I hope you enjoy it, lovey~

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The light sounds of raindrops hitting the pavement gave a signal of the upcoming downpour and a warning to everyone out and about to get to wherever they were going. The light sprinkle gave way to a heavy downpour not long after and the distant sounds of thunder and possible lightening came with it. To some, storms like this are an inconvenience. They limit activities, hinder your vision, get you sick if you're out in them too long, and make it harder for children to fall asleep during the night. However to others, like Lucee, these storms bring about a comforting aura. These kinds of storms help them relax, help them sleep better, and even help them focus in some cases.

On a night like this, Lucee was snuggled in a large fluffy blanket on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate and a good book in hand, listening to the pouring rain outside. She was one of those who loved the rain, no matter when it happened. So caught up in her book and her mug half-empty, Lucee failed to notice the soft footsteps approaching her until it was too late. Lips curled into a smirk whispered in her ear as large hands gently set themselves on her shoulders, "Oya~? Reading and listening to the rain again, little fairy~?" Lucee just about jumped out of her skin with a yelp, turning her head only to have her lips captured in a soft kiss. One she gladly returned as she calmed from the small jumpscare.

Once the kiss was over, Lucee smiled as she locked eyes with her lover, Rei Sakuma. She giggled and shifted her position, putting her drink down and gesturing for him to come cuddle with her under the blanket. Rei chuckled and moved around the couch, laying next to her and placing some of his weight on top of her with his head on her chest and arms around her waist. Lucee smiled lovingly at him, feeling her cheeks warm up as she moved the blanket over him and ran her fingers through his hair, feeling him hum and relax.

"Hello to you too, my moonlight. One, I thought I told you not to scare me like that and two, to answer your question yes, yes I am. You know how I get when it rains, my love, I can't help it," She told him. Rei hummed, his arms tightening around her waist a bit.

"I don't blame you, jou-chan~ The rain is definitely calming. Almost makes me want to fall asleep right here and now since I couldn't fall asleep earlier~" Rei answered, leaning into your touch and releasing a small yawn. Lucee giggled and leaned down, kissing his forehead.

"Well I'm certainly not going to stop you, I'm close to falling asleep myself. Do you want me to read to you to help you sleep? The book I'm reading is really good and it's part of a series! It's called The Green Ember, and it's about bunnies and wolves and it's cute but also kind of sad because the bunnies are in a war with the wolves." Lucee continued to run her fingers through Rei's hair as she rambled slightly about the book and Rei just smiled softly.

He loved when you would ramble to him about literally anything and he would gladly listen with rapt attention and interest and a loving smile. "I wouldn't mind you reading to me, jou-chan~ If anything it should help this old man sleep although you could do that just by doing this~" He told her, tilting his head slightly and opening his eyes to stare into yours, his eyes showing how tired he really was as he bit back a loud yawn. Lucee yawned shortly after and she giggled, marking her page and putting the book down.

The time was nearing 1 am by that point so Lucee figured it was about time for bed anyway. "Maybe in the morning, my moonlight~ It's about time for bed anyway, and you certainly deserve the rest since you've been so busy with your idol work these past few days," She answered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips that was gladly returned before it ended. Lucee wrapped her other arm around his shoulders and rubbed circles in them while she continued gently combing through his hair with her fingers, softly humming the tune to When Somebody Loved Me.

Rei tried to stay awake, he really did, but combined with your angel-like voice, your fingers in his hair and rubbing his shoulders as well as his tiredness from earlier, he was out like a light in a minute. Soft snores escaped him and a small smile formed on his face while he fell into dreamland. Lucee quietly laughed and then yawned, making herself comfortable while the sound of the rain outside slowly lulled her to follow her beloved into sleep. It didn't take her long to close her eyes and dream away.

All done~ I hope you liked this, little sister dear, it took me a while~ I won't be surprised if you reread this a million times tbh. I also hope I did Rei well enough, we shall see~ Don't be afraid to request again, honey, my inbox is always open and my anonymous is on now as well since I apparently didn't turn it on before lmao.

#lori.writes #fluff #ensemble stars #cuddles #listening to the rain #rei sakuma #wholesome cuteness because yes #inbox is open I don’t bite #cuddle prompts

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w0efulboopsoul · 11 months

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// Helloooo- I know we haven’t interacted (at least I don’t think we have but I have the memory of a goldfish so) but I’ve been following you for a bit and I was doing a little before bed scrolling and noticed some asshat was being mean to you so I wanted to come on here and tell you that your writing is fantastic and so are all of your oc’s- and you are just all around an amazing person who deserves all good things and you definitely don’t deserve for some cowardly asshole anon to come on your profile and send you hate. Anywho- I hope this made your day/night at least a little better and I really hope you have a fantastic day/night as well 💚

Oh my gosh, I honestly have no words for this message. You're the sweetest thing for coming in here and sending this to me. You've no idea how much this honestly meant to me to read this. I don't think we've interacted before, but I'd sure love to sometime! 💖💞💕 You have no idea how much you've lifted my entire night with this. I was just scrolling trying to put it past me when you sent this in. I am tearing up over here because of how sweet this was. Thank you, as you deserve all the wonderful things in the world and the best of hugs to come your way. This human being honestly shook me to the core, I didn't post the rest because I felt I was giving them the spotlight too much but, they were relentless for sure. So to receive this kindness afterward? I honestly can't thank you enough. 💖💞💕

@thechaoticmusecollection

#w0e answers #[data loading: . . . out of dreki]#you're so fucking sweet; thank you omfg #w0e's at it again #w0e's musings

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sery-chan-13 · 1 year

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Back Stories Aren't Always Pleasant

Ch. 1 of 'Over My Head'

Matsushita Enji × Reader

Reminder, tall plus size!Y/N

And fuck you if you're upset about it

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Slay besties anywho-

Warnings: Swearing, use of the word fat as an insult, and people bullying Y/N for her weight.

Just an FYI, the reason i made Y/N plus sized is because I am also a plus sized girl, and I am tired of Y/N always being skinny. So... yeah, i hope you enjoy!

"I don't... have the energy right now, ok kiddo?" She mumbled, laying in bed, tired after the killer nightshift. She had to go to her second job in 3 hours.

"But momma, pleaseeee," the young boy begged. It wasn't his fault. He didn't understand why she was always so tired. "Enji, I said not now. Please let me rest," she said, a bit more sternly. He looked down in disappointment, and nodded, leaving her room.

He stayed in his room, reading the same book he had already read hundreds of times. He loved it.

But he hated Wednesdays. Wednesdays were when he had to go down to the store. By himself.

She gave him a list, and he would go. When he got back, the change went into the change jar, and he would put the groceries away. Then he would stay alone for a couple more hours. Sometimes the whole night. To which he would eat some cereal, or sometimes nothing at all. He would tuck himself in, and go to bed.

His mother would usually wake him up for school, but there was days she wouldn't. Those days he woke up himself and got ready.

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"Hey, wanna go out sometime?" The boy asked. You heard his friends snicker behind him, and shook your head. "You must think I'm really dumb," you sighed, closing your notebook, packing it away in you backpack. "No. I'm serious," he said, trying to grab you. "Don't touch me. And go tell your stupid ass friends that laughing behind you isnt a good idea. Let me guess, they bet you 200¥ you could make the 'fat girl' go out with you and humiliate her? Or maybe it was less then that? Who cares," you said, his face contorting into one of shock.

"What you think this hasnt been done to me before? You think you're special? After the first 3 times, it starts loosing it's charm."

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"Mom, are you going out with him again?"

The now teenage boy stood, staring at his mother who was getting ready. She nodded happily, putting her black, softly curled hair in a half up half down style.

"I... never mind," he mumbled, going back to his room. "Hun... I know its a big change for you... but you couldn't always be the only boy in my life," she said jokingly. He wanted to scoff. She was paying more attention to this man than she ever had to him. But he didn't. Instead he pursed his lips together, took a breatj and sighed. "Its ok mom... as long as you're happy," he said. "Oh there's my sweet boy. I promise we'll do something this weekend," she said, kissing the top of his head. He gave a soft smile.

That weekend would never come. He knew that she would have to work, or her new boyfriend wanted to take her out. But he wasn't upset. He was used to it.

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You walked down the street, humming happily to yourself.

You had some fabric in a bag as the school uniforms never fit you right. The back was always to short.

On your way, however, you encountered some boys from your school. "Oh great," you mumbled to yourself, keeping your eyes glued to the floor. Maybe they wouldn't notice you.

You were wrong.

"Hey there (L/N)," one of them said. "Fuck off," you said, continuing to keep walking. You were not going to deal with this.

"Oh come on, you know you want me," he teased, grabbing the bag of fabric. "What's this? Gotta make your own clothes because you're to fat to fit in the school uniform?"

You grit your teeth in anger.

"The way my body looks has nothing to do with anything. You are a shallow human being," you insulted, trying to grab the bag away from him. He kept it away from you, making more insulting remarks.

He and his friends kept laughing, throwing it around.

Eventually one of them took the fabric and dumped it on the floor, stomping it into the puddle that had formed from the rain earlier. Your eyes widened.

They left, laughing, as you fished the fabric out. It was muddy, wet, and torn.

This fabric had cost you quite a bit. Not only was it the school approved fabric and color, but the ammount you needed had been a problem for the woman who ran the shop.

You grabbed it and stuffed it into the bag, tears falling down your face.

"Are you ok miss?"

The voice sounded kind and concerned.

"Y-yeah... I'm fine," you responded, quickly drying your tears.

"I saw what they did... I'm sorry I didn't step in," he apologized, kneeling down besides you, helping you grab some of the other items that had fallen out of the bag. "It's alright... I'm used to helping myself," you responded. You didn't dare look at this person. You were embarrassed as it was already. "So am I... maybe not due to the same circumstance, but... I do have to help myself most of the time," he responded.

Silence filled the air.

He picked up a small makeup kit you had and handed it to you. You decided to look at him.

He had dark eyes, that were filled with sincerity. Shaggy black hair that was sort of covering his left eye. You smiled. "I don't think you need this...however if it makes you happy to wear it... then it's a good investment. I know I have no say in what a woman does with herself. Im just saying... you're pretty without it," he said shyly. You could see his cheeks get slightly red.

"Thank you."

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The first day of class. You were a bit nervous, but it was your second year of college.

You walked into your Psychology II class, and sat down in an empty desk right at the front. The professor looked at you skeptically, and turned away. You sighed. He was already making assumptions about you, and he hadn't even heard you speak. He didn't even know your name for God's sake.

You saw someone sit next to you out of the corner of your eyes, but ignored it.

They would most likely move later.

The front row stayed empty besides the two of you.

The professor did role call, and began with the syllabus.

After that he introduced his ultimate goal.

"Psychology is a field in which you can do many things. It is also a field in which many people end up taking their own lives. Ironic, isn't it? The people who study human behavior and how the brain works are most likely to commit suicide. Which is why we do a lot of partner work in my class. You will never have to go through looking at these disturbing cases or anything that might trigger you, alone. So, I will be calling pairs. When I say your name raise your hand. Keep it raised until i call your partner's name. Then go sit by them. These will be your partners for the rest of the year," he stated, getting his clip board.

He began listing off names. You listened for yours.

"(L/N) (Y/N)..."

You raised your hand.

"And Matsushita Enji."

The boy next to you raised his hand.

You heard giggling behind you.

"The freak and the fat girl. How fitting," you heard a voice say.

"You wanna be a psychologist with that mean girl attitude? Might as well tell your patients to go kill themselves at that point," he said to her, looking bored. She looked shocked, and hid her face. You looked over at him for the first time.

Dark eyes

Shaggy black hair

That was completely covering his left eye.

The boy from the street.

"Alright the rest of class can be used to converse with your partners. Next class we will start lessons," the professor said.

You turned to the person next to you.

"You're the boy from the street," you said, barely above a whisper. "So you do remember? And here I thought I'd never see you again," he whispered back, a shy smile on his face.

"I guess it is about time we had a proper introduction, no? Matsushita Enji," he said, sticking his hand out. You shook it with a smile. "(L/N) (Y/N). But please call me by my first name," you said. "Then it's only fair I let you do the same don't you think?"

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Thrones are Built on Lies Chapter 15: Forget

AO3

Ship: Solomon/Asmo, Diavolo/Lucifer

Word Count: 4520

Warnings: Dubious Consent, Drinking, Violence, Derogatory Language, Mild Sexual Content, Manipulation

A/N: Oh look at me. Finally utalizing that warnings section. Anywho, I hope you all enjoy! Comments are appreciated!

Did Solomon go into Azazel’s study when he wasn’t there to root through his books? Perhaps. Was it to help Diavolo but also a fuck you to Azazel? Yes. Solomon wasn’t a violent man, but he could be petty. Plus he figured if anyone had books on this subject that went into detail, it would be Azazel. This was for the greater good of Arcadia, so surely he wouldn't mind Solomon borrowing a few things.

Now sooner had a yawn left his lips than slender arms wrapped around his neck. "Perhaps you should go to bed darling," Asmo's voice caressed the shell of his ear, "It's late, if you don't you'll wake up with ink smudges on that pretty face of yours."

Solomon chuckled, "Perhaps you're right, but that would mean that you would also have to return to your chambers for the night."

"Says who?"

"Says your uncle."

Asmodeus had been lovely company the past few days. He'd taken notes for Solomon if his hand started cramping up, helped him remember which marks were in which books, and kept everything rather organized for him (something Solomon wasn't too good at himself). He had also discovered that the feeling of his fiance's fingers running through his scalp and scratching the top of his head was nothing short of divine. He'd coaxed Solomon into many lovely naps, playing with his hair and speaking of everything and nothing as Solomon drifted off in his lap. And if he requested, Asmo would happily sing him to sleep.

"Oh who cares what he thinks?" Asmo released him and Solomon turned to follow him with his eyes, "Look at me, I'm Azazel, and I appoint myself as a temporary head as Lucifer's advisor because I say so that's why." Each word was emphasized with such dramatic flare carried by the snootiest attitude that Asmo could muster. "What evil evil things Asmodeus does! Corrupting King Solomon and distracting him from all the books I want him to read! He would rather go outside and be social. Two things I am terrible at so I could never imagine why."

Solomon couldn't contain his laughter. Asmo's caricature was quite amusing, and by the time Asmodeus took a seat in his lap Solomon's sides were aching. "Alright alright, you've made your point."

"How did you like my impression?"

"It was very amusing."

"Too over the top?"

"Maybe just a little."

Asmo leaned in and Solomon rewarded him with a peck. Asmo stayed close. "I don't want to leave," he whispered, "Being alone in my room is nothing compared to being alone with you. We managed to sneak past Lucifer for cuddles."

"But Lucifer had concerns with me seeing you," and valid concerns at that," Solomon felt Asmo shudder as his hands moved along his back, "I don't think Azazel's reasoning is quite the same."

"Can't you talk to him?" Asmo pressed, "He likes you. Maybe he'll listen."

"Unfortunately I don't think he'll budge on this wil me."

While Solomon had some respect left for Azazel as a scholar, what respect he had for him as a person had been drained. He could already hear the conversation surrounding Asmo. How he was a distraction, how he was bending Solomon to get what he wanted, how his reputation could be affected. Who knew what other lines of manipulation he would have ready. Who knew what he would try knowing that Solomon had developed feelings for Asmo.

"Besides, why would you wanna stick around and watch me finish my boring notes when you could be in your comfy bed?" Solomon asked, moving his head to rest underneath Asmo's.

"Because I could wait till you're done and curl up in a bed with you."

"Soon," Solomon promised, leaving light kisses along his neck. Thoughts invaded his mind about what soft skin might feel like in between his teeth. More and more thoughts akin to that had started to invade his mind as of late. Pictures of his fiance danced across late night fantasies as he tried to drift off into sleep. But he still had work to do. "Soon we'll have a room just to ourselves, and you won't have to leave me."

Asmo nodded, shifting his legs so Solomon could pick him up and carry him to the door. Once there, Asmo's legs dropped gracefully to the floor. "I still don't want to go,” Asmo buried his face into the side of Solomon’s neck, “I want to stay with you. Can’t I stay with you?”

Solomon squeezed Asmo a little tighter. “I’m afraid not, but,” he put some distance in between the two of them, just so he could look into Asmo’s eyes, “How would you like to go out tomorrow night?”

“Wait,” Asmo blinked in rapid succession, “Weren’t you just talking about how my uncle wouldn't like his rules being broken? Wasn't banning me from going out one of his rules?"

"Yes, but I wasn't and this isn't your idea."

"Oh you are a naughty man!"

"Shhh, Don't give us away." Solomon held one finger to his lips as his other found its way to Asmo’s hips. He loved hearing the way Asmo giggled. Azazel’s words be damned, he wanted to enjoy his fiance. “I’ll let you choose where you want to go, wherever you’d like, and we can sneak out together.”

The things happening around them were horrible, and Solomon wanted to pretend that they weren’t even if it was just for a little moment. He wanted to pretend that everything was okay, he wanted Asmodeus to pretend that everything was okay. Just for a moment. Just for a moment they wouldn’t be consumed with anxieties or sadness. Just for a moment, they could pretend they could still celebrate.

Solomon pressed a kiss to his forehead, “Now get some sleep. Tomorrow night will be all about you.”

Both Asmo’s touch and smile lingered in Solomon’s thoughts long after he whispered a soft goodnight, leaving Solomon staring after him into the darkness.

***

Mist berries are poisonous and have the potential to become extremely potent. It is possible to gain tolerance to them, but not without life long consequences. One of the old queens of Arcadia used to make drinks with them. However, her vibrancy started to deteriorate and she became sluggish. She gained resistance, but at what cost?

Those who fall victim to the berries have a slim chance at recovery but many perish. The dosage and preparation of the berries play a critical part in the matter as well as how an individual is exposed to them.

They are rare to come by but they often grow in the same place. Foragers are secretive of their spots and will go to great lengths to protect them.

There are some cures, but like the berries they are also hard to come by. They aren't instantaneous but they can be used to cure an individual of the ailments that the berries have inflicted. However, cures are extremely specific and must be made perfectly, otherwise all efforts will be for naught.

***

"I'm going to take Asmo out tonight, but don't worry I haven't forgotten about you." Solomon had finally gotten a moment alone to speak with Diavolo. He didn't really want anyone else finding out about his plans because he knew they would try to stop him.

But Diavolo's eyes only sparkled at the idea. "Oh don't worry about me. I'm just happy to see that smile on your face."

"What?"

"You've started smiling when you talk about him," Diavolo explained, "I know the feeling well.” He adjusted himself so that he could sit up a little more. Hands folded neatly on his lap. He’d lost a little bit of his muscle mass. The poison almost seemed to age him. “Asmodeus was here a while ago, he couldn’t stop showing Lucifer and me the dagger you gave him. It was gorgeous. You really worked on putting all sorts of little details in it. I thought it was a rather lovely engagement gift."

Solomon knew that Asmo had liked the gift, but he didn't realize he'd liked it that much. It made his heart flutter and swell. He was doing well. He was going to keep doing well.

"It's wonderful to see Asmo so happy, and there's a pep in your step as well," Diavolo continued, "I can't wait to watch you get married. I'm sure you'll be a glowing couple."

Solomon bowed his head, "Thank you. And I promise I'll find a way to help you. I won't rest till I do."

Diavolo took his hand and squeezed, "I know. You're a good man Solomon."

You're a good man Solomon.

The words spun around in his head as he looked down at Diavolo. He wasn't about to let Asmo nor his family experience another tragedy. It wouldn't be fair. It wouldn't be right.

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you, you're going to be okay," he could hear his own voice cracking, but it was like he was observing the conversation from far away, like he was outside of himself.

Diavolo’s grip was getting weaker.

He was still the same man he’d met when he came to Arcadia, and yet he wasn’t. Diavolo was wasting away. Solomon’s brain was running with ideas on how to cope with what was in front of him, and how to deal with what he knew was happening.

How could Lucifer face this?

How was he still able to stay in the room?

How was he still able to crawl into bed each night only to wake up holding his breath?

How?

“Solomon?”

He opened his eyes, and once again Asmodeus was standing in front of him. His warm hands held either side of his face and his eyes were full of concern. “Are you alright? If you aren’t feeling well, we don’t have to go out.”

“I’m fine, just lost in thought. I told you we were going out, so we’re going out.” He put both of his hands on either side of Asmo’s as he stood from his desk and removed them from his face in favor of bringing them to his lips. He placed a kiss on each one before dropping them down to his chest.

The concern still hadn’t left his fiance’s face, “Solomon-”

“No. I’m a man of my work Asmodeus. I’m taking you wherever you would like to go,” he reiterated. He wanted Asmo to be happy, wanted to see him smile like he had during the better moments of the coronation. He leaned in and pressed yet another kiss to Asmo’s forehead, “Smile for me? Please?”

He ran his hands down Asmo’s thin frame all the way from his pretty hands before pulling him closer by his waist. Thoughts about him flooded his mind and he pressed his lips against any piece of skin he could reach, receiving a multitude of giggles from Asmo. Still giggling, he pushed Solomon away.

“Darling! We’re not going to be able to go out if you keep doing that.”

“That would be a shame.”

Asmo came closer, readjusting Solomon’s shirt. His hands were still itching to grab at the corset around his waist. He wasn’t exactly sure where his patience had gone. Perhaps he was still subconsciously looking for any sort of distraction he could have. Or maybe, it was Asmo’s slim figure, how the curves of his body were just so touchable, his corset accenting his wonderful hips. Hips he wanted to touch. Wanted to grab.

“We should get going then,” Asmo’s voice once again pulled him from his thoughts, “The guards are about to go through a rotation, and we wouldn’t want to miss such a perfect opportunity to sneak out.”

***

The tavern was rather nice, especially at this time at night. There were intricate carvings on the trimming that matched the edges of the tables. Solomon found his fingers absent mindedly tracing them as he sipped on his drink. His eyes were wandering what his hands so desperately wanted to touch.Was it possible that Asmodeus had become even more beautiful since the first day that he’d met him?

His eyelashes were long and delicate, his hair curled ever so perfectly. Long golden earrings dangled from his ears and sparkled in the candle light. His shirt was long sleeved and puffy, accented by the corset, and it was low enough that he could see his collar bones. Solomon was gripping the table and downed yet another glass.

“Mammon used to come here with me you know,” Asmo said, “He always said that he wanted to have fun too, but I think he just wanted to keep an eye on me, make sure I was safe ya know?” The way his fingers moved around the glass was hypnotizing. “Don’t tell him I said this, but I miss those days. I know father said something to both of us, but when it came to Mammon, it was more about Lucifer’s reputation.”

Asmo didn’t mention what his had been about.

“I still like to come here on occasion though. It’s a lovely distraction when things aren’t pleasant.”

“I can completely understand that.”

Solomon didn’t want to think about the unpleasant things. Not now. How many drinks had he had at this point to feel good? The thought crossed his mind only when he raised his hand to summon the barkeep for more.

Asmo's was topped off as well, he nodded, letting those pretty little curls bounce on his head before bringing the mug to those wonderful lips of his.

When did Solomon start mirroring him?

When he finally put his own mug down, he took unsteady steps to his feet and offered a hand to Asmo. "How about a dance? Would that make the night good for you?"

Asmo giggled as he took Solomon's hand, "It already is a good night."

They twirled out on the floor together among other less than sober patrons. The alcohol had made Asmo's face pink. Solomon couldn't help but attempt to kiss him or give little nips. Each time Asmo would squeal and scrunch up. Alcohol permeated the air around them, it heightened his senses, made him even more aware of how warm and soft Asmo was, how his frame fit perfectly in his hands. It was like a higher power has sculpted perfectly for him, as if he were the only one meant to hold him.

Oh and if he didn't look wonderful in the dingy bar lighting.

Everything was wrong, his friends were being kept from him, one was dying. But Asmodeus was here. His perfect little fiance was right here, perfect for distraction.

"Solomon?"

Could he see the hunger in his eyes? Could he see his need?

He was begging to forget the world, to forget everything wrong.

And Asmo deserved to forget too, even if just for a moment.

He could have this.

They deserved this.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but the thoughts slipped out of his mouth all the same.

"Come with me."

He tugged Asmo out the door of the tavern. They could return later, but for now, Solomon wanted to be somewhere quiet, somewhere private.

If the bench hadn't been outside, Solomon would have fallen in the dirt on his ass. Asmo came stumbling on top of him, pulled along by Solomon's grip on his wrist. His free hand landed on the wall next to Solomon's head. The moon outlined his head in a perfect halo. Each curl was emphasized by moonlight. Somehow, his eyes seemed even brighter than normal.

How did he continue to grow more beautiful every day?

He brought Asmo's hands to his lips, pressing soft kisses to his skin. But soft kisses, slowly turned into open mouthed ones. They were sloppy, addictive.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, but thoughts slowly started to slip into his mind. Thoughts of how wonderful Asmo's skin felt, the curve of his hips and how lovely they felt in his hands. He wanted to take the skin of his neck in his teeth, to keep the warmth of his body close to him, to feel him move against him.

Maybe it was the alcohol.

But Solomon lost all of his inhibitions.

His other hand grabbed his hip and yanked him down on top of him and brought their lips crashing together. It wasn't anything like the kisses they'd shared in the past. This was raw passion. Wet and wanting. Nothing was enough. It was never enough. It craved and desired more. It was all teeth. It was fast, furious.

Solomon let himself buck up into Asmo and the friction sent his mind further into a drunken spiral. A growl left him as annoyance pricked at the back of his mind. The only thing standing in between them was clothing, and Solomon wanted nothing more than to be rid of it.

His fist balled at Asmo's hips.

Then Asmo pushed against his chest.

A string of saliva still connected them as he pulled away and Solomon thought he saw some sobriety slip back into his eyes. For the first time in what seemed like ages, Solomon reached for the broach.

Confusion.

Apprehension.

Uncertainty.

Guilt.

These feelings confused him. Why? Why was Asmo feeling these things? What happened? He couldn't comprehend any of it. Didn't it feel good? Wasn't this something good?

Solomon wanted to forget.

Asmodeus was his perfect escape.

Solomon wanted to make Asmo forget.

Asmo was starting to pull away.

"Wait," Solomon's voice sounded foreign to himself, as he gripped Asmo's hip.

Asmo turned to face him again.

"Solomon, we shouldn't," was that panic in his voice, "I shouldn't be-"

Solomon leaned closer to him, "You can."

Their lips were inches apart now, "Forget with me."

And just like that, they were devouring each other again. Asmo's hands were in his hair as his own hands pressed down on Asmo's hips. Heat was coursing through him. He moved up again and Asmo rode his movements, encouraging him further.

And the noises he made.

They were soft and beautiful, and Solomon craved more.

If he could get him on the ground.

If he could have those beautiful thighs wrapped around him.

If only he could hear more of those beautiful noises.

He wanted him.

Wanted him so badly.

He was aching.

Relief was calling to him.

Relief.

Forget.

Relief.

Forget.

That little mantra was the only thing repeating over and over again in Solomon's mind.

Asmo felt good. So so good. Heat continued to pool, his mind continued to blank.

This is what he wanted.

This is what was meant to happen.

Asmo was his. His beautiful little fiance. His perfect escape.

His warmth in a dark and hopeless world.

Until Asmo was ripped from him.

Asmo was ripped from him?

"You stupid whore."

Solomon felt his mind sober up as soon as he heard Asmo yelp. But he couldn't stand. His legs had turned into jelly. The world was spinning and reality was crashing down.

"Did you think I wouldn't find you? Did you think I was that much of a moron? Do you enjoy humiliating kings like this? Do you enjoy ruining the reputation of such an accomplished king? Do you enjoy shaming your family's reputation?"

Was that Azazel's voice?

He looked up.

Azazel has a firm grip settled in Asmo's hair, walking him around in nothing more than a circle. Asmo was struggling to stay on his feet, fear gripping his eyes.

"No! No no. I didn't! I don't! I-"

"Keep your mouth shut harlot," Azazel stopped in his tracks, and bent Asmo's neck back harshly, "You turned out no better than your mother. And after everything I did to prevent that. After everything I did to raise you and your brothers right. All of you continue to disgrace your father's name and bring shame to your brother's reputation. And you are the most disgraceful of them all, acting like a bitch in heat, seducing a powerful man into your clutches where everyone can see you shame him."

He talked as if Solomon wasn't engaged to him, as if there wasn't something mutual, like he was just a stranger passing through.

"Lilith would never have acted in such a way."

But Solomon started it.

He knew he had. He stumbled again. Sickness stirring in his stomach. Where was his voice? Why wasn't he saying anything? Maybe he'd drank too much.

Why were the guards only watching?

Why weren't they stepping in?

Asmo cried out again as Azazel pulled harder. "Months of training, for nothing. It appears I have my work cut out for me for your wedding day. If you haven't scared your fiance off that is."

He didn't. Asmo didn't do anything.

He tried to stop.

This is why he tried to stop.

Solomon had been a fool.

"I can only imagine what you said to manipulate him in the first place. If I were him, I wouldn't want to see you ever again."

Solomon was screaming for his mouth to move, for words to form, anything to defend Asmodeus.

But also to let Asmo know. He wasn't leaving. He would never dream of leaving.

Asmo fell to the ground and Azazel followed after him, hand still buried in strawberry locks, "If all you want to do is be on your back, you can stay there."

Then he let go, standing over Asmo and looking down on him. Asmo didn't make an effort to get up, curling around himself and flinching when Azazel moved his feet. "Lucifer should be ashamed to call you his brother. You're desperate for any ounce of affection you can squeeze out, in any way you can get it. You're no prince."

Asmo's body heaved as he walked away, his sobs sounded as if they were being muffled by his hands.

Azazel came close to Solomon. His vision was still blurred and he couldn't focus in on the man before him. But he could tell Azazel's features were blank. He looked cold, calculating. It almost seemed like he was inspecting Solomon the same way someone would inspect goods to make sure they weren't damaged.

"My my, it looks like you have quite a nasty concoction in your system," he tisked, "But no worries, that can be fixed."

There was a hand on his back, a bubbling up his throat, and suddenly Solomon found himself emptying the contents of his stomach onto the earth. He heaved once, twice, a third time. Even after the alcohol left his system his body still attempted to rid itself of some vile wretched thing.

His arms were struggling to keep him up, the edges of his vision were painted black.

"Take him back to the palace, make sure he's comfortable," Azazel's voice sounded like it was getting farther and farther away, "I'll take care of my nephew."

***

When Solomon woke up that morning, it was to a terrible headache in his own bed. Despite the fresh night clothes and sheets, he felt terrible. The light was a personal offense to his eyes. Then the memories of last night came flooding back. He had no choice but to curse himself. Of all the times to lose himself, he'd chosen then?

Perhaps if he explained, maybe Azazel would lighten up a bit. After all, Azazel did like him better.

Stumbling down the hall, Solomon made his way up the staircase and fell into Azazel's study. The world was still spinning. He couldn't get a firm grip on anything.

"Your majesty," so Azazel was here, "Are you quite alright? You look terrible, if you don't mind me saying so."

"I wanted to explain," Solomon swore his heart was going to beat out of his chest, "Last night, Asmodeus-"

"Oh I know all about last night, you have nothing to apologize for. You're not the first who's fallen for those big pretty eyes of his," Azazel helped him into a chair, before pouring something into a cup and sliding it towards him, "The first man had promised to marry him from what I understand, but quickly changed his mind. He was out the next morning and my nephew held onto that belief for a while, until he got word that he'd married a princess in another kingdom. Quite the lovely girl from what I've seen. I thought Asmo would have learned after that, but it's evident from his behavior and from last night, that he never did."

"But he didn't start anything, I initiated. I told him I wanted to take him out," Solomon pushed the cup away, "Anything that you witnessed was my own fault. Asmo was following my lead."

Azazel shook his head, "Is that really what he would have you believe? It seems that my little nephew is a better manipulator than I thought. Every day he grows to be more like his mother. Sometimes I even wonder if he belongs to my brother in the first place. She wasn't royalty herself, and my brother wasn't the smartest man." He pushed the cup back towards Solomon to the point that it was dangerously close to teetering off the edge of the table. "You're lucky that I had shown up when I did. That I can help see through his little lies. The moment you walked in those doors I swore to myself that I wouldn't let the same fate befall you that befell my brother. I swear to you that I will turn him into a fitting match for you."

Every fiber of Solomon's being was screaming at him to move away.

"That won't be necessary," he was proud of how he managed to keep his voice calm. He didn't like the implications Azazel was throwing his way. As if Solomon wouldn't know when he was being manipulated.

"And this is exactly what I feared," the concern lacing his voice was so sickly sweet, it gave Solomon a cavity, "I thought it'd be best if you two spent a little time away from each other. That way you can clear your head of his influence. It is for the best after-"

Solomon pushed himself back and stood.

Azazel was nothing more than a brick wall set in his ways and only hearing what he believed to be right.

His tea went cold.

Solomon went back to his room alone.

He knew what those words meant. No down there were already men standing guard at Asmo's door. Red clouded his vision. Even if he didn’t say it, Azazel was overstepping his boundaries even as a temporary head. The word temporary must not have been familiar to him. He’d be damned if he’d go quietly and let him do as he pleased, pushing everyone else around.

He wasn't going to give in.

And he certainly wasn't going to forget this.

Simeon, Luke, and now Asmo.

He wasn’t going to be isolated.

He was going to find a way to cure Diavolo with Asmodeus by his side.

A little civil disobedience was in order, and Solomon was ready to be disobedient.

#ruewrites #obey me #TaBoL #solodeus #obey me asmodeus #soloasmo #asmosolo #asmodeus x solomon #obey me solomon #obey me diavolo #arranged marriage!au #royalty!au #slow burn

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burned-gucci · 4 years

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(Your) Friendship Reaction: Friday Night With The Girls!

A fairly casual Friday night sleepover with your best friend(s)

Karina:

She had asked you to come over tonight to play games, eat, drink, sleep. Maybe some scary movies. However, the plan seemingly changed when showed up to her place and found her in the bathroom bleaching her hair with a box of burgundy hair dye on the sink in front of her.

Karina definitely isn't shy about dying her hair, she changes hair colors like one would change out a load of laundry. It feels like every time you see you she has a new hair color, so this really isn't new. It's also not new for her to switch plans last minute cause truth be told, she never knows what she wants to do until that moment hits and an idea springs into her mind.

As she continued bleeching her hair, you hoped up on the sink counter and watched her while you talked. She said you could use her nail polish, mess with her makeup, do whatever you wanted. Play whatever music you wanted. If you liked, she even offered to dye your hair as well since she has plenty. It was up to you!

You guys ended up talking about a number of things. Discussing the latest episode of your favorite tv series and guessing what would happen next using logic from what has happened thus far. She laughed at random jokes and lines you repeated from the show, knowing exactly what scene you were refering to as she commented back with the next line. Afterwards y'all talked music videos, celebrities you both like and dislike maybe. Filled each other in on the news (celebrity or politics). Once the bleach was in and her hair was held up in a plastic bag, she went to grab her keys so you could both go grab some food, she let you choose the place.

It was always kinda weird how shameless she is but at the same time, her confidence about it is inspiring and one of her best qualities. Anywho, hoping in her broken apart damaged black car that no-one knows how it's still running, Karina drove you guys to the restraunt and put in your order picking up the food and driving back JUST in time for her to wash out her hair.

You ate as she washed her hair and attempted to eat little bites of her food as she applied the hair coloring, not wanting to waste time in between. As you low-key called her gross and made jokes you still helped her eat while feeding her little bites of food, teasing her sometimes and making her chase the fork/spoon/iteam. Overall, the eating process was full of laughing and her threatening to dump the hair dye on you just for you to threaten dipping her food in the hair color changing soup in return.

As her hair dye had to sit in for 45 minutes, the two of you watched music videos and played kids monopoly, or jenga. As they're the only games she currently owns! Karina being the not-so-well-focused girl that she is, ended up losing for silly reasons. In jenga she lost because she didn't realise 2/3 of the blocks in the middle row had already been pulled out, since she was eyes glued on the video, and she ended up pulling the last block and knocking the whole tower over in the process. During monopoly she simply had bad luck of sitting in jail throughout half of the game, allowing you to buy the majority of the properties. The other half the game she was paying you and the bank causing her to go bankrupt with only one or two properties being owned by her.

After the game you end up helping her wash out and dry her hair upon her endless begging you to just for her in the end to decide she isn't sure how she feels about this color. After spending about 4 hours total on her hair, she kinda wishes it was still black but she decides to leave it anyways. Insisting she'll clean up the bathroom mess tomorrow (she won't) she pulls you back to the living room and puts on your favorite movie for you guys to watch in the backround while sharing random stories back and forth.

Ciara:

Ciara isn't entirely sure why she invited you over at night knowing well enough she isn't a night time person. She's usually asleep before 11pm. However, she's really missed hanging out with you lately and your presence alone gives her so much energy and makes her happy.

When you arrived, she was eating a bowl of cheerios and drinking some gatorade while scrolling through instagram looking at denim skirts. The first thing she said to you as you walked inside the house was 'what do you think of this?' As she held her phone up to show you a light blue denim knee length skirt with a yellow sunshine on the bottom right side. You gave your opinion on it as you sat across from her at the table. "You're welcome to the kitchen. I don't care what you eat as long as I don't have to make it." She pointed towards the kitchen as she continued to scroll. Almost dropping the phone in her bowl of milk, as you made your choice on what to do, Ciara ended up slapping the phone back at herself and hitting herself in the face with it. Laughing and half crying, she placed the phone on the table and held her nose. "Maybe I should put that down for now!" She stated fairly loudly before getting back to her food.

After eating and placing the dishes in the sink for her to wash later, Ciara headed to her room with you close behind. Forgetting she had washed her sheets earlier, Ciara had to now make her bed. She asked you for help putting the bottom sheet on, let you choose your own blanket from the closet, she made the rest of the bed half efforted. Wrinkles covered the sheets and the pillows were simply thrown at the top of the bed but she didn't care much since you guys were both going to be laying in it immediately anyways!

Crawling into bed to lay on the side closest to the window, Ciara situated herself before tapping the bed beside her for you to lay down. Knowing you well enough, she handed you a book you love/turned the tv onto your favorite channel and let you do your own things as she scrolled through instagram once again occasionally asking for your opinion on certain clothing iteams.

If you have any to share, she listened to you share your thoughts, about whatever was on your mind. She gave her advice and shared her honest opinions in return. If you just wanted to lay there and watch your show/read your book she was fine with that too. She just wanted to be with you and hang together. Not necessarily do something together, that's what tomorrow is for!

At some point, your unsure of when, she managed to fall asleep facing the wall using her arm as a pillow, her actual pillow tossed to the foot of the bed. She was curled up halfway in a ball half stretched out, taking up half the bed space. She looked peaceful, almost dead she was so still and quiet, but peaceful.

Monse:

She had everything planned out! Dinner: Taco Bar! She made different kinds of main fillings based on your tastes and hers. Included little things she knows you love and she set the table up in a very aesthetic and neat way. Drinks: at the store she made sure to buy a few of your favorite drinks as well as a case of water. She also made homemade punch using sherbet ice cream and 7up/Sprite. Outfits: She had your guys matching Marvel/DC robes ans pj sets pulled out and on her bed. Hers was a Nebula/Poison ivy (depending on which one you prefer) set while yours was Gamora/Harley Quinn (dending).

Once you got there, you guys would eat then change. As you ate, she asked all about your day, let you rant and get everything off your cheat if need be. She told you what you wanted to hear and what you needed to hear as you guys discissed several topics. After eating she let you use the bedroom/bathroom to get ready first while she cleaned up the mess before going to change her own clothes and get ready for bed.

Afterwards, she set up the table with posterboard, construction paper, assorted art supplies, ect because tonight you guys will be making your own board game! Whether it be a toally made up game based on shared thoughts between you two or a remake of an already owned and made game. EX.: Marvel/DC based monopoly. Twister using memes. Your own version of battle ship or LIFE. Whatever it may be!

As you both divided up the jobs of who does what parts and as you agreed upon one main idea for the game/gave ideas for the game, Monse played your guys 'Alien Dreamz' playlist AKA the music playlist you guys made last time you spent the night. The whole time y'all were making the game she kept making really bad puns. As she was measuring the cardboard she came up with 'whos the King of school supplies? The RULER!' Before laughing at her own joke. She asked: 'Whats a frogs favorite art supply? Ribbon-t, Ribbon-t' and actually sounding like a frog as she cut ribbon for decoration. The list is endless honestly.

While working on your guys project, between her bad jokes, she complimented you on random things that she genuinely adores about you. Like how pretty/handsom/cute you look when you're focused. Or how she loves the way your hands look as you use a pair of scissors. How soft your eyelashes look. How much she loves your laugh/singing voice. Ect. If you compliment her back, she'll blush and giggle feeling shy but so happy under the surface.

Eventually, she gets really tired and asks if your ready to go to bed saying y'all can finish the game in the morning. You end up laying on the bed she made on the floor out of twelve dozens blankets and pillows, stuffed animals and sheets. While you lay together you share a bowl of popcorn/snack of your choice while watching the Simpsons or any tv show you want if you don't like the Simpsons. She tries so hard to wait for you to fall asleep first so you won't feel lonely but she was so tired she ended up falling asleep a few minutes before you do.

Question of the Day:

Can you/do you stay up late or fall asleep at a decent/early hour?

My Answer:

Depends on the day! Some nights I'm asleep at 7pm some times I can stay up for 80+ hours. It just depends!

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littledarlinwrites · 5 years

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Dream a Little Dream Of Me

1940s!Bucky Barnes x Reader

This is for @teamcap4bucky Summer Sun and Fun Game! Thank you so much for hosting and for being so patient with me when I screwed up the due date. This was specifically written for @majesticavenger, I'm so sorry for the wait, but I hope it was worth it! Anywho, this is the first time I've wrote 40s!Bucky and I'm hella needy at the moment 'cause life, so leave me some love y'all! (Also, as soon as I can jump on my laptop I'll add a keep reading link, I'm not savvy enough to do it on mobile).

You trudged up to your Brooklyn apartment, your cat howling on the fire escape outside your bedroom window to be let in. A tired smile graves your face after a long day of work. A job you were grateful for, but bittersweet under the circumstances, patients sick or dying, and men going off to war only to never return either physically or mentally. You couldn't wait to hide away in your apartment for the rest of the night, draw a hot bath, listen to a radio program before nodding off to sleep. And, if you were lucky, maybe your apartment pen pal had sent you another note attached to your cats threaded collar. The thought of it made you pick up your pace as you climbed your apartment buildings staircase.

You practically ran into your apartment and to your bedroom window, flipping the latch and looking for the paper that was typically wrapped around your cats collar and tied with a baby blue string.

You found the paper, tying the baby blue string to an embroidery hoop with the others you collected. Today the note was short, just a song suggestion, something he would do on a rough day. You drew your bath water while turning up the radio station to catch the song. It wasn't until you were crawling into bed that the song played. Moonlight Serenade. You just hoped Lucky, the nickname he had told you to call him, was somewhere listening to it too.

The following morning you rushed around to get ready for the day and out the door in time. You scribbled your note to Lucky and wrapped it around the cat's collar before shooing it out the window.

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Bucky laid on his bed, window open, waiting for the furry creature to make its way to him like it always did. Nox, she had said was the cat's name. Usually Bucky appreciated cats from a distance considering they would make him sneezy and itchy, but he couldn't help but enjoy the conversations with his pen pal. Luna, she had said to call her. A nickname her mother gave her due to her infatuation with the giant orb in the sky. He won every single match after he started talking with her, and he didn't consider that a coincidence.

Bucky heard the mewling from the black cat before he felt it curl up on his chest. He scratched the cat behind its ears causing the cat to purr contentedly before he began unfurling the note attached to its knitted collar.

“Silently if, out of not knowable

night’s utmost nothing, wanders a little guess

(only which is this world) more of my life does

not leap than with the mystery your smile

sings or if (spiraling as luminous

they climb oblivion) voices who are dreams,

less into heaven certainly earth swims

than each my deeper death becomes your kiss

losing through you what seemed myself, I find

selves unimaginably mine; beyond

sorrow’s own joys and hoping’s very fears

yours is the light by which my spirit’s born:

yours is the darkness of my soul’s return

–you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars”

-E. E. Cummings

Bucky read the poem three times before reaching for a piece of paper and jotting down some words. He wrapped the piece of paper around the cats collar, tying it with a frayed blue string from his work shirt and turned over to get a couple hours of sleep, if only his heart would stop fluttering like a hummingbird in his chest.

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Walking through your door was a complete relief, even more so after stripping your nurses outfit and stockings. The hot shower relaxing your stiff and sore muscles. You donned your nightgown before opening your window for your cat to come home while running a brush through your wet strands. Eventually you heard the telltale meowing of your hungry cat before you heard its soft padding jumps to your floor from your window. You manage to scoop the black cat into your arms before you have to chase him through your apartment. You pull the thread holding the note onto his collar and unfurl the note to read it.

My lucky star

You shine so brightly

My lucky star

You guide me through the night

My lucky star

You give me hope

My lucky star

You guide me home

My lucky star

You help me more than you know

My lucky star

Oh how you glow

My lucky star

Please never let me go

The words set fire to your face as your stomach erupted with a swarm of butterflies. You pulled out your journal, pressing the note between the next set of empty pages. You turn your radio on humming along to the song as you lay in your bed fighting sleep just to think about Lucky just a moment more.

When you wake in the morning you grab a paper and something to write with as you write down a couple lines to a song, one of your favorites, before you got ready for the day, humming the tune on your way to work and all through your day. Except, you forgot to leave the window open for your cat to get out to pass on the waiting note.

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Bucky was fighting sleep waiting for the cat to prance his way through the window before making a home on his bed. Sleep clawed at his mind, his eye lids weighed heavy and sore with a need for rest. And just like that, Bucky fell asleep for the first time without the sound of a cat purring on his bed.

He woke up and walked to the shipyard, loading and unloading pallets until the sun hung low in the sky. He felt off kilter all day. Like he was just a hair off with his footing and could never get it quite right. He was a bit more clumsy than usual. All signs that he should cancel his match tonight and back out while he still could, but he trudged on, assuring himself that he could use the money so maybe he could take his lucky star out on a proper date. He made his way to the Y for his match pumping himself up, he just couldn't help this nagging feeling though that he was missing something.

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When you got home from work your humming abruptly stopped when you saw your cat staring at you in the middle of the room, tail twitching every so often. Your shoulder slumped when you realized you never let your cat out with your note. You moved slowly to refill the food bowl before making yourself a small dinner. Your gut sinking by the minute that something was wrong. You went to bed that night hoping the feeling would pass by morning.

When you woke you realized you were running late. You dressed quickly before running out the door and to the hospital before checking your patient list, a relatively short one, but you had patients to attend to nonetheless. You made your way through your rounds before stopping at the last bed. A mess of bruises, a boxers fracture, sprained wrist, 2 broken ribs and the rest bruised, a black eye and a concussion. However, one look into the man's eye that wasn't swollen shut took your breath away. You decided then that blue was your all time favorite color. You checked his pulse, administered his medication which involved rousing him from his slumber, and making sure his bandages were fresh and in place. You turned to leave but stopped short at the site of a baby blue work shirt with frayed edges. You thumbed over the loose threads and noticed it was missing a few as if they had been pulled and cut for a purpose. The faintest whisper escaped you.

"Lucky?" A few beats passed before you heard the man you were just attending to clear his throat.

"Luna?" He asked confused. Your hand flew to your mouth as you gasped. You couldn't believe the man that made you blush on more than one occasion, that had worked his way into your dreams even though you had never seen his face, was now your patient.

"You okay there, doll?" He asked. When you barely nodded telling him yes he began to move as if to get out of bed sending you into a flurry of motion.

"Lucky, you're hurt-"

"Bucky. I mean, my real name is James Buchanan Barnes, but most people call me Bucky." He grits out as pain shoots through his ribcage.

"Well, Bucky, you're hurt, you shouldn't move much quite yet." He nods as he waits for the wave of pain to pass.

"What happened to you?" You can't help but ask.

"I, uh, work at the shipyard during the afternoon, but at night I box. Damn good at it too. Guess luck just wasn't on my side last night, doll."

"Uh, Y/N. My name that is. My name is Y/N." A smile made its way onto Bucky's face.

"Why didn't you write back, doll? Didn't think my on the spot poem was that terrible." The giggle that managed to escape you at his humor about his poetry was like music to his ears, and he decided that he wanted to hear that sound forever.

"Sorry, that was my fault. I wrote you a note, I really did, but I forgot to open the window for my cat to deliver it. I loved your poem actually." A blush crawled upon Bucky's face at your words.

"What was the note?" He asked curiously.

"Oh, just some lines from a song, nothing special."

"It's always special coming from you, doll. What was the song?" This time it was your turn to blush.

"Dream a Little Dream of Me." You replied bashfully.

"What lines?"

"Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you

Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you

But in your dreams whatever they be

Dream a little dream of me."

"That's one of my favorites, doll."

The rest of your shift you spent at Bucky's bedside talking music, poetry, family, pets, friends, where your apartment was and everything else under the sun. You told Bucky you would come by tomorrow to spend the day with him since it was your day off. You couldn't wait to come back, although it was bittersweet realizing there would be no note to come home to.

When you woke the next morning you heard a tapping at your door. You opened it to reveal Bucky standing there with a bouquet of flowers with a note.

I dreamt a little dream of you.

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ashdavis12 · 4 years

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Happy Birthday Sally!

Since I couldn’t really DO anything brilliantly special for your birthday this year, I thought I’d write you a blog. (Maybe this could become a birthday tradition, eh?) Yeah I'm not creative or whatsoever so you gotta suck it up hoe. Maybe make America little smaller so that i can DO something?

Anywaayyyy here are some wack ass wishes by your dumb little hoes. (I read them all and they all are weird asf)

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Hi Ezzy! im on my computer at the moment so I can't use emojis lol. You'll have to work with me. Anywho, it's your freaking birthday girlie! Although I'm sure you don't need me to tell you that. Now I know we don't talk much anymore, but I hope ya know that I still think you're freaking fabulous of course. You're 14 now if im right. Gosh that makes me feel old lol. I'm gonna stop bLaBBeRiNg now and get to the point. I usually tell this to everyone on their birthday but I always mean it.

I hope your day is filled with absolute loads of happiness that you can barely take it and of course presents I mean come on. Don't let anything worry you, have fun, laugh, and enjoy the day girlie.

- Loads of love, Katy.<3

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Merry Christmas Sall😙🎈🎉I mean HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY. It's not that long ago when you were still a small bean🎈 ah children grow so fast. I wish you all the best and lots of love. Hopefully all your wishes will come true 🎈🎈🎉🍺

- the big hoe mar🎈

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY EZRA! YOU’re THE SWEETEST LITTLE COOKIE! A LITTLE DUMB BUT CUTE ENOUGH TO GET BY. YOU MADE THIS YEAR SO MUCH BETTER FOR EVERYONE AROUND YOU AND I THINK EVERYONE LOVES YOU FOR IT! HAPPY BIRTHDAY🥳

- Aniket

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SALLY!!!!

Happy birthday to my beautiful friend 💕wish for u much love and many laughs , stay blessed and enjoy ur big day , love u so much 💜

i remember how we became friends when someone finally decided to adopt me a.k.a you😭😍

Bunnie (myra)

HAPPYYY BIRTHDAY EX WIFEYYYYYY.🎂🎊🎉

I hope u enjoy your day to the fullest, i love u and have loads of fun on your special day...

I feel so lucky to have you as my friend. Hope your birthday is as special as you are.May all of your dreams come true. Thanks for being such a great friend. I am looking forward to many more years of friendship and birthdays with you. I want to wish you all the love and happiness in the world, all of which you deserve. Happy birthday my sally❤

- Sofia

To queen sally,

As we are busy embracing the arrival of a new year 2020, we mustn't forget a very special occasion too. It's your birthday, Sally. You are the queen of Atlantis, and people ought to celebrate the queen's birthday in a grand way, right? So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY *trumpets playing* I always felt like you were my twin since you are so smol and cute. You are too precious, sally. It's illegal for you to even look outside since you are so arrestingly adorable. Thanks for helping me whenever I was in need. I always felt comfartable talking to you. You are a bright giant social butterfly, a limelight to which all the ugly moths aka us including me are drawn to. You, your clever jokes and your pervertness just makes me laugh like a maniac. Most of all, thanks for always being there for me in times of happiness, in times of need. On your special day, I hope you live to a trillion years old, so you can tell your great great great great great great great great ×10 can know all about your cute michiveousness and our odd family tree lol, also anna's incredible twerking!! You are the warmth of atlantis. Stay the way you are always. The world needs it. We need it. I need it in my life. Love you more than everything else in the world.

Xoxo,

Your devil Lisa😈

Happy birthday to my cute and smol nutshell

This time you're Turing 14

your are growing up so fast 😢😢😢❤❤❤ no longer smol but always cute

Ilysm and wish you all the best for the rest of the year💕

Today is your day and enjoy it to the fullest so once again happy birthday mwahhh✨✨❤❤💜💕💜💕💜

- Berry

HAPPY BIRhThday SALLY!!! You are the sweetest yet the weirdest and one of the funniest person i know🤦🏻‍♀️😂❤🧡💛💚💙💜

Hope your special day will bring you lots of happiness, love, and fun. You deserve them a lot. Enjoy!All things are sweet and bright. May you have a lovely birthday Night. Don’t ever change! Stay as amazing as you are. STAY HAPPY,STAY CRAZY BITCH!!!! I love you and will always be here if you need me 🥺🥺💖💖🥳🥳🥳💝💝💝💞💞😁😁😁

-Addya

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH!! MY HOE IS GROWING UP :') This is like the 3rd year together omg! And 2nd year of your bday celebration! We've had so many memories bish.. Peppa pig jokes, dying over hot guys and girls, LARRY, talking bout life and shared the weirdest shit to each other! Hope we stay this way forever! Man! You're growing up! But never change the way you are! I LOVE YOU SOO FUCKING MUCH 😭❤️! Imma give you a gift soon!! And HAPPY 14TH BIRTHDAY AGAIN MY HOE!!!

- Hazel

dear Ezra! happy, happy birthday to you my lil cutie! I can't believe that you're already 14, but I also said that when you turned 13😂😂 but it's true, you grow soo fast. it was like yesterday when you turned 13 and now you're 14. I just want to let you know that you're a amazing best friend, and I wouldn't want anyone else to be my best friend than you. you're the person I can tell everything to. you're just awesome and I've missed you a lot. but I'm really thankful that I met you, and that you came such a huge part of my life. we've drifted off a lot. but the love is still there, at least from me. but I hope we'll get closer again this year. I wish the bestest for you. I hope you will have a great day! 💞💞 I love you so much more than you think😘😘💕💕

Today is your day and enjoy it to the fullest so once again happy birthday mwahhh✨✨❤❤💜💕💜💕💜

happy birthday once again our Moana💞💞🥰🥰🥺

- Mer

My dear Cuteness,

so you're 14 now? Damn I still remember the time you were just 12 years old, feeling evil because you were illegally on amino and having the time of your life.

I never would've thought I'd still be in touch with you today, but here we are. And with every passing day talking to you I love you a little bit more.

I don't even know where to begin. All the things that happened during the time. We laughed, we cried, we had fun and drama and so much more. I wouldn't want to miss a single second and I certainly don't regret any of it.

So today we celebrate your second birthday together, and I hope it will be as amazing as the last one.

You're my little cuteness, my love and my happy place. You're the person I rely on the most from all of you.

This is to all the following years we get to spend together. To all the memories we will make.

"The world's not perfect, but it's not that bad

If we got each other, and that's all we have

I will be your mother, and I'll hold your hand

You should know I'll be there for you

When the world's not perfect

When the world's not kind

If we have each other then we'll both be fine

I will be your mother, and I'll hold your hand

You should know I'll be there for you"

I guess that lyrics describes it pretty well.

I love you, Sally. And I wish you the happiest birthday of all.

All the love,

your mommy

No, this shit doesn't have my wish because mine is a long ass crap so you gotta have patience. Now stfu and go 😡🖕🏽

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