#like this ask is still kinda accusative but a couple of the other asks weren't AS mean sounding

[sassykattery]

Dollface Pt. 8

CW: Main Character is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Profanity. Smut scene: piv sex. Creampie. Rough sex. Monsterfucking.

The main character is afab, uses she/her pronouns. This story is meant to be somewhat curvy/plus-sized reader insert, but the main character is given a physical description, but it's not crucial to the story or mentioned often after Part 1.

Themes: Romance. Magic. Adventure. Sex. Smut. Diavolo x fem! MC.

Characters: Main Character. Diavolo. Mammon. Satan. Beel. Belphie. Levi. Asmo. Lucifer. Mention Barbatos.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

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"Darling? Are you alright? You acted like something spooked you," Diavolo commented after sipping on his macchiato. They were a couple minutes from her house. He sniffed his coffee silently, trying to place the peculiar smell he detected.

"A man approached me at the store... and he kinda weirded me out," she confessed and then drank her cold brew, keeping one hand on the wheel.

"You could've come and got me," he replied with concern, forgetting about his previous thoughts.

"It's fine. I just don't like men approaching me out of nowhere," she answered, sounding even more despondent then.

"May I ask, did something happen?" He inquired softly.

"Throughout my life, men have seen my apparent kindness as an invitation to flirt with me, or they want something from me. Most of the time, it hasn't ended well, and it's either because they wanted sex or just to use me for some other reason," she replied matter-of-factly.

"I'm sorry, my love," he replied, reaching over for her hand once she set her drink down in the cup holder. She held his in return as she turned down her street.

"That's alright. Most of the time, I either avoid the confrontation or keep a distance so they don't feel inclined. That's also why you often see me with what we call a "resting bitch face," too," she added.

"I don't think that's very nice," he groaned as she pulled into the garage of the house.

"I suppose I self-deprecate a bit," she mused, turning off the car and closing the garage door with a smirk.

Both got out of the car and headed into the house. Once inside, Diavolo went into her bedroom, and she went to the front of the house to look through the mail on the counter. Her parents weren't home, away on some family reunion vacation with further removed family.

The doorbell suddenly rang, and she grabbed the mail to continue reading as she approached the front door. Unlocking it with one hand and still looking down, she opened up and heard,

"Hey there, uh, I gotta question," a male tenor stated. She immediately looked up and froze. Keeping her hand on the doorknob, using her index finger to lock the knob silently. She looked him up and down. It was the white-haired man from the coffee shop.

"Did you follow me home?" She accused, sounding defensive.

"Ah, well, uhh..."

"Just a heads-up, women don't like that, creep! Now get lost before I get my boyfriend," she snapped harshly, closing the door more so she was partially hidden behind it. Mammon backed up, raising his hands.

Diavolo's ears perked up at the sound of her raised voice. He approached the bedroom door and listened closer.

"I just came to ask if you've seen my friend!" Mammon shouted.

"And I'm telling you, you shouldn't have followed me home! And I'll call the cops if your other friend shows up here, too!"

Mammon leaned in closer. "Just let me finish–"

"DIA!" She screamed.

Immediately, Mammon high-tailed it off the front porch and into the silver sports car that sat on the side of the street. He quickly got in and sped off while she slammed the door shut. Diavolo was at her side just as the door clicked, hands on her waist and standing in her space.

"My love," he murmured, looking out the stained glass window on the front door. He looked back down at her and saw how she trembled, and it broke his heart. Taking her hand, he led her to the couch and sat her on his lap to console her. He briefly thought he smelled that peculiar smell from earlier but quickly dismissed the thought in favor of consolation of his human.

"Who was that?" He asked, running his hands up and down her arms to calm her down.

"A guy from the coffee shop! He followed me home!" She huffed, burying her face in his neck.

Diavolo instantly huffed and held her tighter. "I'm sorry, my darling. You should have had me talk to him," he murmured in her ear, caressing her trembling form. He took hold of her as he swung his legs around to recline back on the couch cushions, holding her on top of him.

"Thank you," she mumbled into his shirt.

All seven demon brothers were sitting in the penthouse of a hotel. None of them had been to this area of the United States, and they were starting to get closer to finding their lost prince.

"You moron! Now, if she sees you again, she's going to run for the hills!" Satan barked at Mammon.

"Oi! I didn't want whoever her boyfriend was to show up with a knife or somethin' in case he was crazy!" Mammon retorted, folding his arms.

"You're so stupid. A knife won't kill you," Belphie groaned.

"No, but if Diavolo thought I was some weirdo and he was actually there, he might have killed me," Mammon grumbled.

"Are we sure that's even her?" Levi asked, playing his handheld game.

"It seemed like it was. There aren't too many humans that look like her," Beel replied, eating his ill-gotten cheeseburgers. He had run off while Mammon and Satan were at the coffee shop to get cheeseburgers, to which he ordered thirty of them and managed to not pay for them as he wasn't given any money for it.

"There is one that does look like this one. She's a famous human makeup guru. You have to give it to this one. She's pretty good at it," Asmo declared, admiring the security footage photo of the woman in question.

"Run that by me again, Mammon," Lucifer commanded, standing at the window overlooking the city, interrupting the conversation.

"When she opened the door, I said I had a question. She accused me of followin' her, and when I didn't answer, she started yellin' at me that women don't like it when they're followed home before threatenin' to get her boyfriend," Mammon recounted the situation.

"Then?" Lucifer pressed.

"She screamed somethin' and I ran off to the car," the second born replied.

"The boyfriend's name? Did you catch it?" Satan inquired.

"All I heard was -ia," Mammon answered, looking nonchalant.

Lucifer turned and stalked up to the second born, smacking him upside the head. "Idiot! She probably said Dia!"

Mammon tched his older brother but realized he was ultimately right.

"Well? What do we do?" Satan asked.

"Can't we just break in her house and see if he's there? What if she's holding him hostage?" Belphie mused.

"One, no, we can't just break in. If he's not actually there, we'd be in a heap of trouble and don't need the exposure," Satan replied. He then held up the security photo of a man that looked like Diavolo and a woman holding hands while walking. "Two, I don't think she's holding him hostage judging by this."

"I suppose it's my turn to talk to her," Lucifer finally replied, walking towards the door and grabbing his overcoat.

"We don't have much time left."

Late one afternoon a couple of days later, she was in the city grocery store looking for things to make her birthday cake. Diavolo had requested to make one with her, wanting the experience of doing so while performing a task together, something he learned was important from his research on humans. While she was in the baking aisle, she had reached down to a bottom shelf to grab some flour when she found herself on the floor, ready to catch herself, but someone had taken hold of her sides to keep her from falling completely down.

"My apologies, ma'am, I didn't meant to run into you, forgive me," a very deep, slightly nasally and airy voice called to her right into her ear.

Once she was upright, she looked at the offender and cranked her head back to stare into a set of darkened eyes, and if she wasn't mistaken, they had a crimson hue to them, framed by jet-black locks with gray streaks on the ends of his face-framing pieces, stark against his ivory skin. The man was nearly as tall as her boyfriend, wearing a black turtleneck, black slacks, a dark blue overcoat, and a set of glasses hanging on chains around his neck.

"Um, thanks. It's fine," she quipped, stepping away from the man and grabbing onto her shopping cart.

He gave a rather charming smile and softened his gaze. She gave him a wary look, glancing from his shoes to his head several times. What she didn't know was how he had been following her for going on two days to find out more about her, or potentially see Diavolo, but came up with nothing and lost his patience. However, when he was finally close and in her space, he realized he had actually made a mistake.

Oh.

"Ah, I must apologize again for staring. You are quite magnetic," he purred.

She frowned then, looking up at him under her brow.

"Thank you, but I'm committed to someone," she retorted, her body angled away from him.

"What a lucky person they are," he replied with an endearing smile, but she wasn't having it. The longer she stared at him, the more suspicious she became.

"Right, well, bye," she replied curtly.

Lucifer's gaze hardened again, a frown tracing his lips. She huffed before completely turning away and stomping off with her cart.

The eldest sighed, folding his arms and calculating his next move.

"Diavolo? What are we doing?" She asked with her hands out, searching blindly as the prince held his hands over her eyes. The demon let out a chuckle as he walked behind her.

"Just a few more steps... stop," he answered. "Alright, ready?"

"I guess," she mumbled, putting her hands down to her sides.

He lifted his hands off her eyes, and she blinked a few times to adjust. Looking down, she saw a book in front of her on her bed, one that was brown and leather bound with no title or markings. She reached to open it and saw photos of the last month or so with the demon, all the cherished life's moments held in singular photos. It was a photo album.

"I'm rather fond of these back at home, and I wanted to make one featuring my favorite person," he murmured in her ear. "Happy Birthday, baby."

She shivered as his breath tickled her neck and ear. There weren't many, but they were all the ones she had taken with her phone since he came into her life. His first coffee run with her, outings to dinner and movies, and selfies randomly taken throughout the day.

"Thank you," she turned and faced him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

He kissed the top of her head. "I'm glad you like it."

"Love it," she mumbled into his sternum.

"Well, I think I have something you'll love more," he murmured softly to her.

"Hm?" She chirped, picking her head up to look at him.

He took the opportunity to cup her cheek and kiss her passionately, his other hand purchasing her waist. She hummed happily into his mouth, letting his tongue gain access to hers.

That afternoon, neither left her bed as he kept her completely occupied with his hands, mouth, and body.

A happy birthday indeed.

A couple of days later, she had been out running errands when a certain demon decided to run into her again. She was looking through some stationary at the office supply store when she dropped her pens she selected. With a sigh, she started to set her stuff down when she turned to find a pair of crimson eyes at her level, just as he was starting to stand at full height again.

"Well, it's you again," he beamed again.

"Yeah..." she mumbled. He handed her the pens she dropped, and she took them from his large hand, noting the red nail polish and long fingers. "Thanks."

"My pleasure. If you don't mind, would you be willing to show me which pens you like here? I'm rather picky and not from around here, so I'd like someone else's opinion," he murmured to her.

"Sure..." she replied, grabbing her things and walking around to the aisle with the pens. Setting her things down, she reached up and picked a couple. "I like the glide on these for taking down notes, and they're fast-drying so they don't smudge. These I prefer for making edits on things, the sharp color is really nice and I don't have to press too hard to get it to work." She continued on, showing him the different ones, but he quit listening the moment she started speaking. Lucifer was too busy admiring her form, appreciating her looks and expressions. She could make something as boring as pens seem interesting.

"So?" She asked.

"Pardon, I was considering which ones to get. What did you ask?" He asked smoothly.

"What's your name?" She asked again.

"Luci is what you may call me," he replied, bowing his head slightly. "And yours?"

She replied what hers was, and he repeated it like it was sweet honey on his tongue.

"I apologize if we got off on the wrong foot before. Thank you for helping me. If you don't mind, I'd like to treat you to coffee," Lucifer stated. She narrowed hers eyes, so he added, "As acquaintances."

"As acquaintances," she echoed.

"Thanks," she replied, taking her cold brew from Lucifer's hand. He nodded and sat next to her, drinking his own.

"So, tell me about yourself," he said.

"I just finished some university classes, but I'll be taking on a full-time job until I get into professional school," she replied quietly, looking around the coffee shop.

"Ah, a student," he mused. He thought for a moment and then asked, "Do you have siblings?"

She cocked her head and swirled her drink thoughtfully. "Just one sister. Older. We're not close. You?"

"I have six brothers, all younger," he replied, sounding despondent.

She smiled then. "Being the oldest of that many must be tough. You probably almost feel like their parent," she mused in return.

"Indeed, and by all means I practically am," he said with a sigh.

"As the youngest, it's not easy either. Even if you're bright, attractive, or anything else that's favorable, you'll always live in the shadow of your older siblings. Yes, most of the time, people are quite lenient with us, but knowing you'll never amount to your sibling is difficult when you pride yourself in your accomplishments... and nobody else does except you," she declared quietly.

Lucifer looked at her openly then, studying her face. He hadn't ever considered such a thing, but it made sense as to why his youngest brothers may have felt jaded when it came to him.

"I appreciate your perspective, actually. That's something I suppose I never have to deal with," he finally replied after she stared back at him. She nodded and took a drink.

"What do you do for a living, Luci?" She inquired, looking out the window.

"I work in the government as well as in education," he replied. "Though, looking after my brothers is more of a full-time job than anything else." He paused for a moment and then continued. "You said you have a partner, tell me about them."

"Ah, well, we've only been seeing each other for over a month, but we're incredibly happy. My parents adore him, and he's really just... something else," she replied with a sweet smile on her lips. The demon tilted his head at this, trying to calculate his next move, while also sorting through why he would be jealous in this moment, but that was for later.

"You sound very happy with him. How'd you meet?" He asked.

"It was kind of strange how we met... He just showed up one day, and he's been with me ever since," she replied dreamily.

Lucifer felt conflicted then. If this was Diavolo she was talking about, it sounds like he's not in trouble and likely has been playing house with this human. But, certainly, the prince wasn't kidnapped or in harm's way. He had managed to find himself a sweet woman who just liked him, maybe even loved him.

"I really should get going. Thank you for the coffee, Luci," she stated, coming to her feet while looking at her phone. "Maybe we'll bump into each other again."

Lucifer watched as she stood and walked away. A glimmer on her ring finger caught his eye, but he wasn't sure if maybe just the sun was playing tricks on his vision. Even after weeks in the human world, he wasn't entirely used to the blazing light.

Damn. Barbatos is going to be absolutely livid when he hears about this, he thought to himself as he watched her car leave the parking lot. He quickly stood to leave the shop and follow her in his red sports car.

"In the kitchen, darling," Diavolo called out to her as she came in the house through the garage. She bounded up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind after finding him.

"Hi," she purred.

He was standing at the stove, making a stir-fry for dinner while her parents were out of town. Though the moment her body collided with his, he straightened up and turned his head to the side.

"What..." he mumbled to himself. Diavolo put the spoon down and whirled around to look at her.

"What is it, b–"

"Were you with someone?" He asked defensively, looking her over. A particular smell radiated off of her, the smell he was finally able to place after being amongst the hunans for this long, one with a warning known to only demons. One that said, "Back off."

"What? I mean, I got coffee with someone, and I was just about to tell you about it. What's wrong?" She asked nervously.

"You..." He started to say and then pulled her into him. His brows were tightly knit, lips pressed into a thin line.

"I didn't do anything, I just–" she started to tremble, afraid he was mad. The demon deeply inhaled the scent from her hair, trying to place its familiarity.

"Who did you meet?" He asked roughly, his arm tightening around high on her waist.

"He said his name was Luci. Diavolo, what is this about?" She started to whine slightly.

"The scent of a demon followed you home, an intentional one at that," he murmured. He rubbed his chin back and forth across the top of her head, his other arm slithering around her. He growled ferally, a deep sound coming from the pits of his core, vibrating all across his body.

In a quick series of moves, he grabbed her by the waist and sat her on top of the bar across from the stove. His lips were on hers, furiously lashing his tongue against her mouth. The prince's hands were everywhere all at once, grabbing and caressing every which way across her body.

"You're mine," he snapped, kissing her neck and sinking his teeth into her delicate flesh.

"Baby, I'm sorry, p-please," she whimpered.

"I'm not–" he panted, "Not mad at you. Just let me take you, my love. Let me claim you again, make you mine."

She relaxed slightly and finally reciprocated his touch. "O-Okay... Yes, please," she whispered. He yanked off her shirt and tossed it. Not wanting to do it there anymore, he picked her up and quickly carried her to the couch in the living room, laying her back against the seat cushions while he worked her pants off and then her undergarments too.

"Mm, I love your body, your skin..." he purred, grinding himself against her. He swiftly tossed his shirt aside, followed by pulling down his lounge pants to release his hard, throbbing cock.

"Take me, Dia, make me yours," she murmured sweetly against his cheek.

"You're sure you're ready for me?" He asked a hit hesitantly, kissing her jaw.

"Now," she commanded, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He groaned and took hold of his length, rubbing the head up and down against her clit, spreading their fluids together and making them both moan. The head popped into her entrance with ease, opening up the rest of her cunt for his cock. He groaned again, his cock fully seated inside her, like it was his throne, like she belonged to him.

"Oh, my love," he rasped, a wicked smile threatening to cross his lips.

"Fuck me," she whimpered softly, clinging onto him.

"Gladly," he grunted, taking her legs onto his shoulders and pressing down into her. His thrusts started slow but deep, quickly building to a harsh pounding. Her moans quickly turned into wails of pleasure.

"You're all mine," he growled, leaning down to kiss her roughly. She blinked and suddenly he was in his demon form again, and she felt his cock thicken and throb inside her, causing an orgasm to barrel through her like a bullet train. This spurred him on to fuck her faster, gripping her thighs firmly as he folded her further into the mating press.

"Dia! It's too much!" She cried out, feeling another orgasm already burning within her core.

"Just–" he grunted, "A little– aghck, more." He was completely feral, watching her so intently with his glittering golden orbs fixated on her beautifully wrecked face.

Suddenly, he pulled her up, still sheathed on his cock, and he turned to kneel down to the floor, carefully laying her back, a move so tender, it was juxtaposed to how hard he fucked her once she was settled with her legs on his shoulders again.

"I love you," he groaned, feeling his inner knot begin to coil and start to snap.

"I-I l-l-love you-u!" She stammered back.

"I'm close," he rasped. He laid himself fully down on her, kissing her lips and trailing down to her breasts to lick and suck on her nipples. Her body curled in around him, a silent scream befalling her mouth as her whole body went rigid with pleasure.

"Dia, Dia, Dia!" She gasped, sounding strangled and pitiful.

"That's it, tighten down on me, make me yours too," he grunted. She turned her head and bit gently into his neck, feeling feral herself. It caught him by surprise, especially with how good it felt for her to mark him in return. It was enough for him to fall down the pits of pleasure, chasing his high and pounding his cock into her as he released spurts of hot cum.

His labored breaths filled the space around them. Carefully, he lifted himself up to look at her, suddenly a heavy weight of guilt on his chest.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed

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[demetris-cocksleeve]

(A/n: I rewatched TWS and am now on a Bucky Brainrot so you guys get this...)

(Still don't write for Marvel or take Marvel requests! I just have a couple scenarios I need out of my head!)

(Based off that one tiktok)

(And I'm still working on requests, it's just that I'm only working on them a bit at a time rn due to recent events)

Word Count: 436

Summary: Leave it to the God of Mischief to make your new friend uncomfortable.

Warnings: Reader has a brother (not a warning, just clarification)

Age rating: None

Bucky Barnes/Loki x Reader: The Spider Escapades

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"I'll be right back. Why don't you guys get to know each other a bit more?"

Bucky watches as the door closes behind you, now stuck with Loki and not knowing what to say.

A disturbing look crosses Loki's face as he leans back against the sofa. "So... How did you and Y/n become acquainted?"

"Uh," Flashbacks of you threatening to beat your brother with a baguette cross his mind.

Your brother had been teasing you in line of what Bucky now knows as your favorite bakery when you threatened him quite loudly that if he continued, you'd jump the counter and 'shove a fresh, hot baguette up his ass'.

"It's... kinda weird." He settles on.

"Is it the spiders?" Loki inquires.

"The spiders?" He's curious now. "What spiders?"

The green-adorned man chuckles a bit before answering. "They have more spiders than average in their house."

Bucky can't help the laugh that leaves him as he asks, "And what's average?-"

"38." The god's face has lost its humor, going eerily blank.

A moment of silence passes over the two before Bucky breaks it. "I haven't... Seen any spiders..."

"Then you are not looking hard enough."

"I'm not really looking at all," he decides to ignore the accusing tone of the other.

"Good."

More confused than before Bucky asks, "Do... You like there being a lot of spiders?"

"Yes." Loki levels him with a stare as he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "And I don't like sharing."

Feeling creeped out, Bucky tries to think of a response but before he can, you slip back into the room, a couple of beers in your arms.

"Hey, I'm back, sorry. Hope you guys weren't too awkward."

Sitting back once more, Loki is the one who answers. "It was pretty awkward."

You set the bottles down and a concerned look crosses your face. "Why? What happened?"

You take a seat, glancing between the two.

Loki spares a glance at Bucky. "He said he only hangs out with you because you have an astronomical number of spiders in your house."

His mouth drops open before jumping to his own defense.

"NO! He said that!"

"Why would I say that? I already have all the spiders I could need!"

"What does that even mean!?"

You interject before they get too heated. "Okay, Buck. If you want my spiders you can have them."

To say you're thoroughly confused would be an understatement.

Bucky looks at you, exasperated. "I DON'T! HE DOES!"

"He just said he has all that he needs."

"I do"

"WHY DOES HE WANT A CERTAIN AMOUNT!?!"

[stargazer-sims]

The Art of Living Dangerously

Cody: Hey, Nora!

Nora: Cody? What the hell are you doing here?

Cody: You mean here at school, or here in the basement? Because if it's the basement, I could be asking you the same thing. Shouldn't you be in class right now?

Nora: How did you even get into the school?

Cody: Come here, and I'll tell you everything.

Nora: I missed you.

Cody: I missed you too. Where have you been for the last couple weeks, anyway?

Nora: Nowhere important.

Cody: It must've been fairly important, for you to miss a week of school.

Nora: You're supposed to be explaining to me, remember? Not the other way around. Now start talking or I'm not kissing you any more.

Cody: You don't mean that.

Nora: Don’t I?

Cody: I don’t think so. You really do need to know why I’m here, though. I'm on my work placement.

Nora: Excuse me? Your work placement? You mean, from university? Are you saying you're teaching here? You didn't think that was something you should've mentioned before we ran into each other at school?

Cody: I would've told you, if I could've reached you. You weren't answering my phone calls.

Nora: No, because my parents took my phone. You didn't text, did you?

Cody: No. I remembered what you told me before. If you don't answer a call, then don't send any texts.

Nora: Good. At least you're not a total idiot.

Cody: Why did your parents take your phone?

Nora: Because my brother told them he thought I was earning my own money doing stuff online.

Cody: What kind of stuff?

Nora: You know what kind of stuff. Anyway, my parents didn't find anything. I'm not stupid enough to keep my videos on my phone after I upload them, and I always delete my browser history.

Cody: If you're doing what I think you're doing, I don't like it. It's dangerous.

Nora: How is it dangerous? I don't use my real name and I don't tell people where I live.

Cody: And I'm guessing you also don't tell people that you're under eighteen?

Nora: What difference does that make? It didn't stop you from getting into my pants, did it?

Cody: That's different. You're over the age of consent, but that still doesn't make it legal for you to get online and sell... stuff. You actually do have to be eighteen for that, you know. Plus, as I recall, you were the one who pretty aggressively got into my pants. You and your fake ID at the Blue Velvet.

Nora: Aren't you glad I had that fake ID?

Cody: I'm glad I found out it was just to get you into nightclubs and that you weren't too young for the other stuff.

Nora: I imagine you were.

Cody: So, are you ever going to tell me what you came down here to the basement for?

Nora: Cutting class, obviously. I hate math, and I don't feel like sitting in the same class as my cousin Caroline, the queen of numbers. She's humiliated me enough today.

Cody: What happened?

Nora: Her and her stupid friend kept saying I'm pregnant.

Cody: *worried* You're not, are you?

Nora: No idea. I'm just pissed off that they accused me of it.

Cody: But, shouldn't you know? I mean, you do look like you've put on a little weight lately. Have you been sick or anything?

Nora: Not you, too. Please don't start. I swear, I'll completely lose it.

Cody: Hey... I'm not starting anything. I kinda like your cute chunky belly, and your boobs being bigger is pretty hot, honestly.

Nora: Are teachers allowed to say 'boobs'? Couldn't you get fired for that?

Cody: Student teacher, and only if somebody overhears.

Nora: Want to see how much bigger they really are?

Cody: Yes, but not at school.

Nora: Wouldn't the risk make it more fun?

Cody: N-no.

Nora: You know you want to.

Cody: I think you want me to want to.

Nora: Guilty.

Cody: Nora, we're going to get in trouble.

Nora: He says, while doing the thing he'll get in trouble for.

Cody: I want you like crazy right now, but I'm totally serious. We can't do this at school. Even if I'm not actually your teacher, I'd still get my ass fired for this. I don't want to wreck my whole future for a few minutes of fun in a deserted hallway.

Nora: I need you so bad...

Cody: We have to stop, Nora. I mean it. I don't want to, but you know I'm right.

Nora: Yeah, I know, but I'm going to be distracted all day, thinking about you and your big, beautiful—

Cody: Nora!

Nora: Muscles. I was going to say muscles.

Cody: No, you weren't. Now, you take that cute belly and boobs off to class, or wherever you were planning to go just now. If you really don't feel like staying at school, the spare key to my flat is in the flower box by the front door. You can go there, so at least I'll know you're safe.

Nora: You'll come straight home after school?

Cody: Yes.

Nora: And you'll give me all your attention?

Cody: I'll do whatever you want. Then afterwards, we're going to have a talk.

Nora: About what?

Cody: About a lot of things, not the least of which is what’s supposed to happen next. I'm not playing around, here. From now on, you have to be honest with me about everything. We can’t associate with each other at school, and I don't want you doing whatever it is you're doing online any more, and you have to straight-up tell me the truth about whether or not you're pregnant. Got it?

Nora: Ooh... bossy. I like it.

Cody: I'm not joking.

Nora: Neither am I. I didn't know you could be so tough. It's a total turn-on.

Cody: Go home and wait for me, and don't do anything stupid, okay?

Nora: Yes, teacher.

Cody: *sigh*

[canon-notcanon-warriorcats]

So... where's that proof that "Scorchfur was listed as an apprentice by accident" thing you were talking about? If it's really true, you wouldn't have any issues showing it to us, right? Because by not showing it you only make yourself look bad and makes your claim less valid when you can't back it up with evidence. I've seen you this ask at least two times now, and you keep ignoring it. So I believe that there was no claim whatsoever and you're lying for whatever reason until we get proof.

more like 3 or 4 times

anyway

i don't have the proof on hand that either scorchfur wasn't meant to be an apprentice or wasn't meant to be listed as the father originally because it was years ago and i swore it was on the wiki but it no longer is and i don't have the energy to do any deep diving

so i'd like to address some things

1. if the information was incorrect and none of the writers ever actually addressed this and i was misinformed or misremembering, that's my mistake and i apologize

2. we still don't have any background information on scorchfur, we don't know where he came from and there are no books during that time period that include any sort of pov where we would see scorchfur either being born or if he joined shadowclan when he was an adult and given an apprentice name while he was training, like how russetfur was given the new name russetpaw when she joined shadowclan or how egg was eggpaw briefly in skyclan, it's not like thistleclaw or pinestar where there is an actual pov and on-screen undeniable evidence, there is absolute free-reign to headcanon what the scorchfur and snowbird situation is and i, personally, would rather not add an additional creepy pairing when there is a perfectly valid headcanon explanation that can be used instead and contradicts absolutely nothing in the canon books

3. that being said, i still have asks in my inbox from late march that i haven't gotten around to answering yet because answering them would be a lot of energy, i do not have the energy to answer every ask all the time, sometimes answering stuff can be incredibly draining and i've been working on allowing myself to take my time and even taking breaks from tumblr for multiple days at a time, this isn't my job, i don't get paid for this, i have other things to do and things to deal with, i cannot always answer everything or at least not in an immediate way or sometimes i don't WANT to answer something or don't have a good reply, this point isn't exactly entirely referring to you, anon, i'm more taking this opportunity to say this in general to everyone that i cannot always answer things and i cannot always answer in a timely manner and i'm sorry if that upsets some people, i've definitely gotten at least one or two people who've gotten really upset with me for "ignoring" their asks, even when they're on anon so like i can't tell who they are or what asks they sent

alright, hopefully this explanation is better than how i was answering stuff before now that a few days have passed and i don't feel like i'm being pinned into a corner over things i didn't do, so my apologies for not answering while i got myself in a better headspace and not feeling as irritable/aggressive or frustrated, and also my apologies if i ever sounded too aggressive or lashed out too much

[zuffer-weird-girl]

I may be hella afraid of birds but that wont stop me from making this.

Injured wing

The poor thing was in the balcony of the apartment. Making sounds and flapping their wings at ferocity to try to take flight again as you watched in pity.

Taking a warm towel from the dryer, your boyfriend's one since it was the comfier to be exact, you picked up the squirming little brow winged creature and took inside. You didn't had the heart to leave it out there, especially due to the snow.

While taking things out of cabinets, you didn't noticed your phone buzzing with the notifications of a certain... top hero calling you.

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"A nightingale." You mused as you read on the internet what type of bird was now having fun on bathing on q small pot of water and singing to its heart content "How adorable!" You gushed as it shock out of the droplets of water as you carefully put a sorta of a tiny sling on a popsicle stick to mantain its feather that seemed to be broken stood on place.

"Sorry buddy, guess you're gonna have to stay like this for some time." The bird seemed to calculate your words before tweaking as you giggled at its cuteness.

That is until you heard the door opening and clicking shut.

Fuck. Keigo.

You grabbed the bird delicately and put it on a box filled with a soft towel and placed on your bed before going to open the bedroom's door to see a soaked wet, hair flat and worried hero with a frow.

"Is this some sorta of revenge or what? I was worried sick (Y/n)! You weren't answering your phone so I thought something happened." You picked your phone in confusion.

"You did?" Shit "oh..."

"Yeah. 'Oh.'" He crossed his arms before sighing cupping your cheeks "Why did you stood me up? I thought we were going to have dinner together on that restaurant."

"God!" You face palmed "I totally forgot! I'm so sorry Kei!" You whined as he let out a chuckle.

"Is fine. Although I would like if you compesate for m-"

Before he could finish his sentence, you both froze when a couple of chirps were heard. You analyzed his expression and soon giggled in nervousness at seeing his wings puff up in alarm.

"Was that.. was that a chirp?" He yed you, his pupils dilated as you took a step back with a smile.

"I.. I dont know? Maybe they are out there singing." You rolled your eyes and sweated when he towered over you as you kinda protected the nightingale inside the box with your body.

Yet the chirps intensified...

"There is a bird in here." Hawks more accused than asked as you giggled in nervousness once again.

"A bird? Why would a bird be-" the nightingale manage to escape the box and tweaked at both of you "...here."

"What is he doing in here?" He asked, if you didn't know Keigo enough, you could assume he was... unpleasant.

That's why you were so hesitant on showing the little nightingale to him in the first place when he showed up. You werent blind, and knew Keigo had some bird attics that showed up here and there. It wasn't as frequent as it would be however he was resting if the commission hadn't somehow put their hands on it. But Keigo didn't hold much strings around you. So... you could clearly see that your boyfriend wasn't happy when another one of "his kind", especially a male, he could tell somehow it was a male by the chirping dont ask why, was beneath the same rooftop as him with his partner alone.

"Is here because he is injured Kei, he needs some treatment." You cupped your hands together for the nightingale climb in it as Hawks hlardd holes at the little thing.

"Take him to the vet or something kid, this ain't a clinic." You flinched at his words but still remained strong.

"No I am not." You said "I dont know if they are going to sacrifice him or not Kei, I cant take chances."

"Do you even know how to take care of a bird in the first place dove?!" He asked, hands up as his wings puffed even more which made you snort and arch an eyebrow at him as the fella in your hands chirped.

"Well, I do have some knowledge of wings. And have to take care of one on daily basics." You giggled at the expression of shock and insulted Keigo did before walking off and leaving him groaning and sulking at knowing you wouldn't get rid of that street bird...

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"Keigo Takami." He froze when he heard his full name coming from your mouth "Put that phone down. That little bird is going to stay until it gets better." He did just as you said with an eyeroll before pouting in anger at seeing the bird at your shoulder.

That's his place to put his chin on and snuggle your neck with his face. His.

"And you have to carry that thing whenever you go now? That must suck." He tried to joke, leaning with crossed arms on the kitchen counter as before his face completely fell as you simply chuckled and said it didn't bother you at all.

"Seriously?" He asked in disbelief before grabbing his mug taking a few gulps before you widened your eyes and giggling "What are you laughing at?"

"Is just that mug was full of water early and maybe our little friend may have took a bath in it." Your boyfriend stood up so fast and soon you heard disgusting noises of vomiting .

"For god's sake KEIGO I WASHED IT!"

"I DONT CARE THAT THING SHOULDN'T BE BATHING ON MY STUFF WHAT THE HECK?!"

You sighed, waiting for your boyfriend to be back as you feed the little bird with some seeds carefully, soon being met with Keigo, still brushing his teeth.

"Drama king." You chuckled as he groaned "You know he is not a thing Kei, is a nightingale."

"Great knowing it." He said with a mouthful of toothpaste before spitting into the trash, saying something about not dirtying his bathroom with other birds germs or something.

He looked at you a bit in defeat at seeing you feeding the bird as you noticed his wings drooping a bit.

"What is wrong now bird brain?" You giggled at his expression.

"You should be feeding me ... your boyfriend." You snorted before picking a sunflower seed and showing it to him.

"I thought you didn't liked this stuff?" Yoh asked cheekily as he groaned.

"There is chicken, takoyaki, nuggets heck everything that I eat!"

The bird chirped and you nodded thoughtfully as he stared at you in confusion.

"Cannibalism. I agree."

"Oh cmon I thought we were over this..." he sighed before getting something from the fridge as he scowled at the chirps following after.

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He glared at the bird chirping a song as you hummed in delight at the sound, staring lovely at the nightingale.

"Oh cmon Kei!" You poked his cheeks which was puffed "You have to admit is a amazing sound! Nightingales are famous for that!"

"Hawks are famous for other things too y'know?" He grumbled before widening his eyes at seeing you werent giving him attention, instead grabbing your phone and recording the nightingale's chirping.

"Hm? What did you say Kei?" You looked up at him with that smirk which made him scoff and stood up with crossed arms and going to the kitchen.

You stiffled your giggled, going to your pouting boyfriend and hugging him lovingly after putting the injured bird back to safety.

"You're really jealous huh?" You carresed his chest as he breathed in and out, cheeks red at being so obvious about his feelings.

"Is a form of flirting birds singing to their mates. That little shit." He mumbled, earning you a laugh that made him smile as feeling you peppering kisses all over his neck and jawline before he caught your lips with his.

You broke apart with a goofy smile as he chuckled before deadpanning at hearing chirps before puffing and straightening his wings on all glory before shouting at the nightingale:

"GO GET YOURSELF A PARTNER! THIS ONE IS TAKEN YOU PIECE OF CRAP!"

You never laughed so hard in your life. A sound that, for Keigo at least, was far more beautiful than any chirping, singing or melody on this whole world.

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After a few days you saw Keigo's hatred for the nightingale easing slowly but surely. Yet you never thought that coming home late on one of Keigo's day off, you would see your boyfriend, layed on the couch with a finger up holding the bird he claimed to hate it and whistling some similiar tone along with the nightingale's chirping.

You stared in shock yet awe at the look of your boyfriend directed to the bird as the sounds came out of his lips before chuckling.

"Your wing soon will be better by the looks of it. Isn't (Y/n) a great nurse?" He mumbled, a sadness deep down on his gaze as he saw the bird clapping the wing that wasn't wrapped up "You got freedom and my dove's attention bud, how could you and (Y/n) not expect me to get jealous?" He chuckled sadly as you frowned, walking slowly towards him, pretending to not overheard his monologue.

"Hey pretty thing, back already?" His cheeky smile was back as you looked at it in awe before kneeling in front of the couch he was layed on and kissing him deeply, making him close his eyes in bliss and pull you closer with his free hand by the neck.

You broke apart as he panted with a glossy yet pleased look. Ignoring the chirps for a bit, you carresed his golden looks as he closed his eyes with a smile.

"Redeeming yourself for giving attention to this bird and not me for these past few weeks?" He murmured happily yet drowsily as you giggled and kissed his forehead softly.

"You could say that bird brain." You stopped for a bit, hearing him whine miserably for you to get back, cupping your hands for the bird to get in.

"Cmon..." he whined, arm dropped over his face as the other rested on him until he felt you tugging on his shirt.

"Just get up lazy, I'm giving you all the attention you want." At this, you saw his golden eyes practically glow in bliss as he stood up as fast as he could.

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He stretched his arms as he sitted up on the bed. Hair untamed and eyes unfocused until they dropped on the bird that had exited his box and was flapping both of his wings. Both.

"Huh. You look all better." He smirked as he felt you shift and rest your chin on his shoulder with a drowsy look.

"Who is better?" You mumbled before he pointed at the bird jumping and trying to take flight.

"Your friend there." You squealead as hs chuckled, grabbing the nightingale in one hands as he unwrapped the the made up sling as he waited patiently for the little fella to flap its wings and fly just a few centimeters above his palm.

"Cmon dove." He ushered you to follow him on the balcony as he had a gentle hold on the nightingale "Go little buddy, being stuck on a unknown place forever isn't goog for anyone."

And with a little movement of his hand, the nightingale took flight with beautiful chirps that made you smile but soon look at your boyfriend with a sad smirk as he watched the little bird fly away.

It wasn't sadness because he got attached to the nightingale. It was because that, even a small bird as he, could be free and not him. A grow up man that had a partner but was still caged by the comission...

You carresed his arm before hugging it and placing a sweet kiss to his cheek which brought his attention back to you.

"How about some hot cocoa my handsome? You still got some minutes stuck with me until you go to work." You said softly in Hope's to cheer him up.

He looked at you in some sorta of shock before chuckling and bringing you close enough to him to hear his heart beat and feel his warm yet chapte lips on your forehead.

"Being stuck with you is the only way that keeps me going to be honest."

[ms-indifferwnt]

I'm Cold (Lee Donghyuck x Reader)

"I'm cold"

"And?"

"Can't you give me your jacket or something?"

"Can't you accept my proposal and marry me already?"

In which Prince Donghyuck's parents are forcing him to get married and he decided to propose to the first girl he sees to shut his parents up

Genre: Prince!Lee Donghyuck x Maid!Reader, Angst, Fluff, Arranged Marriage (kinda), Slowburn

Warnings: Curse words, Suggestive (I'll add more if there are)

Word Count: 2.6k

Notes: Chapter 2 of Im Cold. Dont be shy and drop and ask, I love answering them hehe

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"And she said No" Donghyuck huffed taking a swig of his alcohol, while the boy opposite him started laughing at the story, "Don't," he says pointing a finger at him "Don't laugh at me, Mark Lee"

He snorts and takes a sip of his drink before replying "Well you deserved it, did you think she'll agree?" he pints out and sighs, running his fingers through his hair "You're fortunate enough that she didn't refuse your advances in front of everyone"

Donghyuck groaned and glared at Mark "You're supposed to be on my side"

"I'm on nobody's side"

"What a lucky bitch nobody must be"

"Think about it, other than the maid of the royal family, she has a life of her own, with people she adores and people who adore her right back," he points at Prince Donghyuck's chest "You suddenly pulling that stunt, is only making it harder for her, so be a little bit more," he thinks of the right word "Sympathetic"

Hyuck nods, playing with the liquid in his glass as Mark stands up to leave "Don't leave me," Hyuck accuses "Stay here till the sun rises"

"And why should I do that?"

"Because if Jeno and Jaem find out they're going to yell at me, if Renjun finds out he'll laugh at me, Chenle and Jisung are underaged to drink and Lucas Hyung is talking to his Fiancé"

Mark raises an eyebrow unamused by the younger's words

"Y/n is asleep on my bed," he answers honestly this time, relenting to the older's stare "I told her to sleep there and made an excuse that my parents might walk in and wonder why she is asleep on the sofa, so I waited till she slept before leaving her there to rest, you know like a gentleman"

Mark hums and sits back down "And what do I have to do with this?"

"I can use you as an excuse as to why I'm not in the room"

"Ok," Mark rolls his eyes and nods "Then why ask me to come here at Eleven in the evening if you just wanted her to be alone in the bed?"

"She slept at Eleven!" He shot back "she was on her phone for two hours, giggling to herself, whoever she was talking to is making her all giddy"

"Maybe she has a boyfriend or talking to her friends how dumb their prince is," Mark added "that's why she wouldn't accept you, none the less, at least try to be a bit more considerate on how she is feeling"

       "Morning" was the first thing Y/n heard when she woke up, don't get her wrong, she wakes up early cause of her job, but she also knows that the prince rises even earlier cause he loves the sunrise and when she opened her eyes that's where he was, by the window, letting the sun coat him in light making him glow, his black hair styled to perfection, his dress shirt wrapped snugly against his body, the tailor did a splendid job on this one, his trousers and unbuttoned blazer giving off a casual look. For a moment she sat there in awe, he was beautiful, absolutely breathtaking that it takes all her strength to look away "Go get ready, we're returning home after breakfast" he points at a dress beside the bed, that she hasn't noticed, and we have the prince to blame for that

The dress was a red, more pastel-like, giving off an innocent vibe, Off-shoulder vintage style is what she would describe it "What about that dress, Prince?"

"It's yours," He said and looked at her "If anyone  asks tell them I gave it as a gift to you on your birthday" she blushes and shakes her head, opening her mouth to speak if only he didn't cut her off "Gifts are meant to be accepted, love, so accept the dress, it's yours now"

Just as he spoke a maid entered the room bowing to the prince "Your Highness," She faces Y/n and immediately recognizes her, it was one of the new maids in Prince Donghyuck's Kingdom, She remembers to cause this girl was supposed to be under her wing "Milady"

Y/n gasps and looks at the girl in shock "Hana" She says and shakes her head

The prince walks towards Hana, petting her hair, "Speak casually to her, it's alright" He smiles and nods at the dress "Take care of her, see you in the dining hall my love" he says, taking her hand to kiss her knuckles and leaves the room

Y/n looks at the younger maid who looks at her in awe "Pardon me for my rudeness, Milady,"

"Y/n is fine"

She smiles "Lady Y/n, you of all people know how loved the prince is" she squeals excitedly "everyone in the palace were so excited with the news, so many girls envy you you know"

Y/n smiles softly "The prince and I aren't really dating" she replied and shook her head

"Milady please don't be so modest," She says and stood up to take the dress "wow such a pretty dress," she breathed "Where did you get this Milady?"

She sighs and stood up "The Prince gave it to me" she replies and Hana immediately assisted her "I'm ok, you don't have to help me"

She pouts "It is my job"

       Entering the dining hall all dressed up in the dress is Y/n's first, she looks at Prince Donghyuck who smiles and nods as Prince Jaemin stands to greet the new incomer

"Y/n" he smiles and takes her hand to kiss her knuckles "You look lovely," HE praises "Is that from Hyuck?" A shy nod leaves her and Prince Jaemin smiles slyly at the boy who was watching him and the girl, Jaemin raised a hand and waved him off, Yes, I know she's your bride I won't do anything, it meant.

But in all honesty, Prince Donghyuck was just watching to see if Jaemin was about to do anything that isn't approved by Y/n, he was just worried. She hasn't even agreed to marry him yet.

Prince Jaemin squeezes Y/n's hand so she'll look at him "Don't be shy Y/n," he replies and a smile coats his features "I'm sure Hyuck told you to wear that cause he was excited the secret is out and he can spoil you"

Y/n's eyes widened opening her mouth to speak but Prince Jaemin spoke first "He said this was a gift on your anniversary" he said excitedly leading her to her seat beside Prince Donghyuck

Prince Lucas nodded "What did you get him Y/n?

She was about to reply only to be spoken over by Prince Donghyuck "Can you not?" he asked Prince Lucas, wrapping a protective arm around her waist, making her flinch as he leans down to whisper in her ear making it look like he was keeping her close "Don't say a word"

She obeyed

       Arriving at the palace a little before noon she was greeted by Maids and butlers, ready to assist Prince Donghyuck in whatever he might need

He holds her hand, "follow me" he instructed and lead her through the palace and people, "mother says this is your room now" he informs and sits on the bed

"My prince" she quickly denies and shakes her head "I cannot accept, this is insane"

He laughs and shakes his head "The room is yours, get some rest, my parents took the liberty to fill your closet" he replies and stands up against the door, his hand on the door "Get some sleep, you must've been stressed" he opens the door and leaves

Y/n watches him leave still not done disagreeing with The Royal Families instructions, it wasn't fair, she and the prince aren't dating, they're not engaged, she doesn't deserve this

She sits down on the bed to open the drawer on the white vanity beside her and gasped, in it were different designs of accessories, she couldn't help but become completely enchanted, taking them one by one to examine them.

A beautiful (birthstone) ring was the first thing she saw, taking it and examining it, watching the intricate details swirl and curve around the ring. Next, she saw a pretty and plane necklace, it was a diamond gem, a choker sized necklace that if she wore the gem being pressed right between her collar. While holding the necklace she stands, going to the closet to see the overwhelming amount of dresses, taking them out to carefully inspect and admire them placing one after the other on the soft mattress of the bed, finding comfort on the cold floor right at the floor of the bed, she leans her head against the matress as she thinks, I have to tell them.

She sighs softly, this was all new and stressful and even if the gifts were beautiful, she feels guilty, these weren't for her  they were for Prince Donghyuck's Fiance, she frustratingly ran her fingers through her hair, and closed her eyes at the on coming headache

She didn't mean it, she only meant to close her eyes for a minute, to only rest for a couple of seconds, she didn't mean to be cooped up in the room for a two hour nap, she didn't mean to fall asleep still holding the necklace that when Prince Donghyuck entered to ask her if she wanted to accompany him only to see her asleep, she didn't mean for him to lift her and place her under the covers, she didn't mean for him to clean up the mess she made while she explored the room, she didn't even know it happened 'till she woke up

Opening her eyes and realizing that this wasn't where she fell asleep, she sat up in shock, what happened? who entered the room? Somebody cleaned up? She got cut from her thoughts when she noticed a letter on the vanity table from the prince herself

Dear Y/n,

I hope you didn't mind, I placed you on the bed, you'll get a stiff neck at the position you were on. Rest well, You deserved, the whole ordeal must've been stressful, I know you wanna talk to me, I have a free schedule later around 7 pm, eat dinner with me and lets talk

Lots of love,

Lee Donghyuck :)

Y/n's mouth drops open in shock, he was the one that placed her on the bed, did he clean to? please tell me the prince didn't clean up the mess she made. She stood up only to be greeted by Hana as she opens the door

"You're awake, Milady" She smiles and sorts through the closet before Y/n could even process what was happening "Prince Donghyuck has suggested this to be your outfit for the rest of the day Milady"

She blinks, "Um, no thank you, I'm ok with what I'm wearing" She says and moves to go out the door when Hana stops her

"Milady you can't be seen wearing the same thing twice," She reasons holding the dress up so she can see

Y/n examined the dress, it was simple more simple than the red vintage dress she was currently wearing, it was a long dress hat would reach her ankles, the material light and seemed light and cottony, sleeves reaching the wrists, and a cute bow by the collar. It was just a simple casual sundress that had its own belt, she nods and sighs "ok fine, I'll go change"

       She walks through the halls of the palace, going to the tea room, where Hana has informed her where Prince Donghyuck was. Upon arriving she realized that not only was Prince Donghyuck in the room so was the Queen and someone she hasn't seen a long time

"Donghyuck where is Y/n?" the queen asks and looks by the door, making Y/n hide behind the door, "Should we fetch someone to get her?"

Donghyuck was quick to shake his head and deny his mother's suggestion "She's probably asleep let her rest"

The boy she hasn't seen in years smiled happily at the conversation "Hyuck sounds like a caring fiancé its amusing" he laughs and teases Doghyuck with a sly grin "is she the one wearing blue by the door way?"

Y/n froze around the same time, Prince Donghyuck and the queen turn their heads to look "Y/n?" Donghyuck asks

Revealing herself, cheeks slightly tinted red at being caught she bows in greeting "I'm sorry," she replies looking down in embarrassment

Prince Donghyuck stands to hold her hand and land a kiss on her knuckles "Don't be, my love" he says and leads her to sit beside him with her still frozen from the nickname and the action,  "Did you sleep well?"

the boy from earlier giving her tea "I have honestly never seen Donghyuck so smitten," he teases and smiles at her "Nice to finally meet you, Lady Y/n"

She shakes her head and stands "No please, Lord Taeyong" she quickly denies "Don't address me by a title have no right over"

A smile lands on his lips "I like you" he says and pats Donghyuck's back "I approve if her, good job" he stands and bows "I'm afraid I shall keep you calling that Milady, it suits you" he winks and Donghyuck, gently pulls Y/n to sit down "Your Highness" Taeyong speaks to the Queen "After you, I think the two of them would like to have the room for themselves"

The queen giggled, nodding "Oh Taeyong, I was just about to suggest that, you're a lot like my brother in law has anyone ever told you that?"

"I'm afraid so, My Queen" he laughs "He is my father" was the last thing you could hear from the conversation before it faded away and into the hallway

Y/n wasn't paying attention to the Marquees or the Queen only to be focusing on the prince, his blazer long forgotten on the coat rack, but his simple french-cuffed-two-unbuttoned-buttons style was mesmerizing, she realized they have matching colored tops, she blushes slightly

"Are you still adamant about not marrying me?" he wakes her from her thoughts

She blinks then nods "Yes, this isn't meant for me, My Prince, this was for your Fiance and i can't take it"

He sighs and examines her "Two weeks"

"I'm sorry?"

"Give me two weeks of your time and after that I'll tell my mother myself"

"What? No, We have to tell her now"

"Listen, you said you don't want the royal family to suffer because I can't tell her I don't want tp get married yet, right?"

She bites her lip, not answering

"Right?"

"Yes" she whispers

"Then give me two weeks, to figure out a way to tell her how we broke up so you can be free and no one will ask why, and so I can use it as an excuse as to why I wont find a new bride anytime soon"

"What excuse, My Prince?"

"I'll be too busy trying to get over you to find one" he smiles and she tries her best to suppress the warmth of her cheeks at the sight

"That won't work"

"Better than the family getting ridiculed, so, will you give me two weeks my love?"

[violetlou2020]

DAY 01 Winning A Teddy For The Other

Title: Comfort in Your Voice

Author: Vividly_Violet

Fandom: Diamond no Ace | ダイヤのA

Rating: General

Relationship: Furuya Satoru/Sawamura Eijun

Word Count: 1359

@flufftober2021

Sawamura Eijun was loud, energetic and sometimes can be over the top. The complete opposite of Satoru who was quiet and reserved, preferring to tune out the outside world or doze off most of the time when baseball wasn't involved.

The first time he met the other boy he wanted nothing more than for him to shut up. Satoru had fallen asleep at the dugout and was woken up by his loud yells. It was annoying.

After groggily getting up he made his way to the field and leaned against the fence, his head still sleep addled he asked the other teen if he wanted to play catch with him. Maybe if the loud noise producing teen had someone to play with that'll keep him quiet. The other boy cackled and accepted his offer.

They have barely started tossing to each other in their playing when Satoru threw the ball towards the others mitt and like expected it went flying off the glove and the shorter teen stumbled down, rendered speechless by the force of Satoru's throw. There. He made him shut up. Maybe he can go back to sleeping since the team and all the other members weren't here. 

Looking back to their first meeting, Satoru could accept he was wrong about Sawamura's loudness being annoying. It was actually endearing. Well, not all of the time. 

There were still moments he gets overwhelmed by his fellow pitchers energy. Sometimes Sawamura's voice will rattle his head or cause him to want to reach for a couple of earplugs to stuff at his ears at how high he can screech when talking to their main catcher. But the dark haired teen finds it more bearable the longer he's around Sawamura. 

Furuya grew up in a household that kept mostly to themselves. Communicating in silence and only speaking when necessary. They showed their love through nods here and there, a soft pat on his head, his father pulling him to a side hug before school whenever the man has time off from his work, his mother's soft voice welcoming home. 

His school days were also the same, filled with silence and curt short acknowledgement since he didn't know how to communicate properly with others and was too shy and too awkward to approach his schoolmates. But here in the middle of the cafeteria with Sawamura shouting at his ears and topping his bowl with more rice he kinda felt it was nice. It was nice having the teens attention and fretting on him. With his name being mentioned in almost every sentence even it was filled with indignation. Sawamura's bristling concerned voice was really nice but he's going to die with the mountain of rice being piled on to his bowl. 

"Oi, Furuya are you listening!?" screeched Sawamura. Satoru turned his head away and as expected the loudmouth felt affronted by it.

Sawamura turned to the other side to face the younger Kominato to complain, while the southpaw was distracted Furuya quickly swapped his bowl with Sawamura's empty one and quietly inched away to put his dishes away but before he was out of his sit their captain butted in. 

"You're done? That was quick." Miyuki said with a smirk. Furuya internally wished him dead on that spot as Sawamura swerved on his seat to look at Furuya.

"That's a world record!" exclaimed the teen. Furuya just nodded and walked away as Kominato tried to dissuade Sawamura from calling the people from the guineas world record. He quickly placed his plates and bowls in the bin before quickly exiting the cafeteria but not before hearing Miyuki ask Sawamura to look at his own bowl followed by... 

"FURUYAAAAA TEME Get back here!"

🔹🔹🔹

 

Later that evening after they've all bathed some of the members of the team gathered in Miyuki's room to relax, in his case was dragged by Sawamura. He was leaning against the wall, a pillow tucked under his arms and the pleasant noise of the room lulling him to sleep. It was lively but not as lively as it could be. Was something missing? Furuya opened his eyes and was met with a quiet Sawamura staring at him. Sawamura on his part noticing that Furuya wasn't asleep and was now looking at him scrambled back.

"You— you're awake!" Sawamura accused.

"You were staring." Furuya stated. The teen tried to stutter out an excuse but couldn't come up with one so he accused him of being awake again.

"You were quiet. I thought that was odd."

"What? Is my voice boring for you? Wait is that why you space out whenever I talk!?" Furuya shook his head.

"Comforting." the tall teen said without thinking. He froze and quickly looked away. When he didn't hear anything from Sawamura he quickly peaked over his shoulder. The brunette was looking at the floor, face flushed pink and mouth agape.

"I—" Furuya was cut short when a pillow hit Sawamura on the head. 

"Oi, you two why are you seated all the way back?" Kuramochi shouted.

"Ahhg Kuramochi-senpai why did you threw that!?"

"Shut up bakamura, I've been calling for you for a while now. Stop cozying up there with Furuya and go buy us some snacks!"

"Co-cozying up!? I'm doing no such thing." Sawamura protested.

"Shut up, your face tells otherwise. Now get us some snacks."

"Why should I?" Sawamura said but Furuya was already up with a small notebook and pen in hand taking everyones request.

"Oi Furuya don't just go falling for their whims." After Furuya gathered everyone's request and money the pair headed off to the konbini.

🔹🔹🔹

Sawamura took the notepad and went searching for the snacks, after checking if he had everything he turned to Furuya, who was no longer by his side.

"Where is he? Ahh there you are! Don't go off walking by your own." Furuya was standing in front of a crane game, its blinking lights reflecting on Furuya's eyes which was focused on a plush white teddy bear. The machine wasn't there last week. Must have been added recently. 

"Oh Eijun." the teen said realizing that the brunette was standing by his side then Satoru froze. Did he just call him by his first name? 

"Ehh where did that come from all of a sudden!" Sawamura exclaimed.

"Sorry." the dark haired teen muttered quietly. 

"Mahh don't worry about it. You can call me by my first name." Eijun said confidently, patting Furuya on his shoulder. The taller teen let out a relieved sigh. 

"You can call me Satoru then."

"Sa— Sato— ahhh I just can't say it yet." Eijun laughed nervously willing his face to not burst red. Furuya deflated at that. Eijun panicked, thinking quickly he shoved the shopping basket to Furuya and his teammates money as well.

"Here, uhh pay for this will you. I kinda forgot something. Meet me outside." Furuya nodded. And as soon as Furuya lined up on the counter Eijun went to face the crane game.

Furuya was quietly sulking outside. Did he do something wrong? why couldn't Eijun call him by his first name. He was really happy when he called Eijun 'Eijun' for the first time. If only Eijun calls him —

"Satoru."

— Satoru he would be extremely happy. Huh.

"Satoru." Satoru blinked.

"Say that again."

"What? No way. Uhhg why are you being like this. Here." Eijun shoved something white to his face. Satoru stared at it blankly before taking it. He looked at it, then back to Eijun then back to the stuff teddy in his hand.

"Say something." Eijun puffed his cheeks and pouted.

"Cute."

"I know it's cute. It better be cute with the amount of money I spent trying to win it. You were staring at it a while ago, or were you staring at some other toy? Did I get it wrong?" Satoru shook his head before saying.

"You're cute." Eijun's face turned red.

"Wha— you— you bastard don't just say those things. All of a sudden too." Eijun sputtered stomping away, loudly complaining about his fellow second year pitcher. Furuya just quietly followed a fond smile decorating his almost always stoic face. 

[timeplayed]

I 1000% support you, like, man... I'm not sure I entirely follow the comparisons you were making (this is simply me as an ADD mfer not being all that with reading comprehension sometimes) and I like dirk and jake as like... a couple of dudes who are/were(?) into each other but make shit complicated in their heads and don't talk about their feelings enough, which is kinda the takes that tom*togr//ter has going on?? but their delivery of the analysis they do is SO uncomfy! especially when it comes to June stuff too, like, they keep saying June is the only acceptable Egbert identity?? they're accusing people of being transphobic for preferring John in any way, and they're so absolute, in ways that are definitely gonna get innocent folks accused of malicious shit?? I know a lot of people are attached to seeing homestuck's characters in certain specific ways, but conflicting headcanons don't threaten each other's existence... or at least they shouldn't! I just like analysis in general, and the text can support a lot of different readings if you have the thinking/talking to put towards it!

tl;dr: I feel like it gives certain viewpoints a bad name when people go at them all aggressively, because people get so dogged about their specific interpretation, or an opinion is so popular among fans, that a lotta people consider it ubiquitous, and won't entertain any other possibility.

basically, we need a variety of opinions in this fanbase, not only because they're valid, but because it helps support the idea that opinions should be diverse. I just wish you'd had the opportunity to talk with someone polite, whether they agreed or not. I've had genuinely fun conversations with people in the past, specifically about where our opinions differed, and I just wish fandom operated like that all the time, so that literally the most contentious experience you could possibly have would still be at least somewhat fun. nothing in fandom should make you wish you weren't here... that's my take.

(feel free to not reply if you don't want to, this ask is meant to be zero pressure)

TY anon :pleading_face: this is such a nice ask

[yuvon-writes-letters]

Hello again dear friend. Maybe friend. Or whatever. (I guess it'll take time to figure out whether we'll really call each other friends? :) )

How much time went by since the last letter I sent you? For me it's been almost two days. Your reply came this morning, but I needed some time to get over the call I told you.

The call, and honestly also you and your Jake. Don't get me wrong, I'm still absolutely glad I found someone to talk to! I also want to thank you for giving me Jakes message. But I was still having some doubts...How can I be sure this all is real? You are real? And not lying to me?

I'm scared and honestly, you do not figure out that there really is some messed up multiverse and some kind of...trickster entities who like to play weird games everyday. Like..How did you even figure out that an entity brought you to this place? (Even though I have to admit; maybe I would've thought the same thing in your situation.) To bring my emotions more near to you: I'm sighing right now. I guess I'm just scared this is another kind of sick mind play.

Aaaaaand I start babbling again.

The second thing I wanted to adress; the call. Like you said there weren't many options I had in mind, but I still was kinda hoping for..I don't know, just a spam call? Since I didn't hear from the Crow-Crew.

But it wasn't. Not that I would know. I didn't pick up the call, but some time later an unknown number sent me a picture of THE mask. Ya know what I'm talking about? Nothing more. Just the picture. (I'm sighing again. Really much today...)

What I'm trying to do is reaching Jake now..I mean, maybe this time-stopping-thingy ended by now? Or, to say it in your words, a weird entity started messing around again.

Well, I hope this letter wasn't to accusing or rude..Because, honestly, even if it was a weird mind game...I wouldn't want to lose you and your contact now.

Liska🐾🔥

Liska,

If you want to be friends, I'd love to be :)

It's... been a couple of hours since the last letter? I think. It's hard to tell time, here. Wait, I'll ask Jake. ...He says something like four hours, but he didn't think to keep track. Great, now we get to deal with time bullshit. Wonderful. Excuse me while I scream in frustration for a moment.

I mean, fair. You don't really have much of a reason to trust me, I guess, other than the proof I gave to Rai that I'm involved with the case. If you want any more evidence, though, I will say that I've got very strong suspicions as to why you mentioned you wanted to make Chinese food in your last letter. It's across from the motel room, isn't it?

Additionally, to be fair, I've very little reason to believe you either. However, given both that Rai is who they say they are, the contents of the letter that started it all, and our similar relationship dramas, I think I can safely assume that you are at least heavily involved in the Duskwood case, and that you're taking the same role that Rai and I am. So I'm choosing to trust you, here. Not like you can use any of this information to hurt me, anyhow XD I'm in a pocket dimension slash limbo prison thing, after all.

I don't know for SURE that it's an entity that brought me here, but it seems likely, doesn't it? I mean, this... place was clearly CONSTRUCTED, looking at the library, the game room, the comfy room, and the initial letter that started all this shit. Constructed for ME, in particular. Unless this is some weird as hell manifestation of my subconscious or something, that implies intelligent design.

Then again, I do have a habit of jumping straight from point A to point C, and skipping B in the process. I could be wrong. The "eldritch" descriptor is because in the works I read/watch/play, dimensional travel almost always ends up with Lovecraftian monsters somewhere in the mix of the bad guy rosters. Again, I made assumptions there. Whoops.

Huh. So, Duskwood is in stasis, but someone still sent a photo of the MWAF mask... grrrr. (There's a rough pencil sketch of the MWAF's mask here, with cartoonish inked X's over the "eyes.") This complete lack of logic is what I really hate about dealing with these reality warping assholes. Yes, definitely try to reach your Jake. Don't repeat my mistakes, just tell him everything if you manage to reach him. Good luck. Sincerely.

You're being rightfully skeptical. I didn't take offense at anything. When you're in situations like ours, not even the weird shit happening around us but just the Duskwood case itself, you really start doubting everything, don't you?

Or is that just me?

Jake thinks that the picture of the mask was either a threat or a message of some sort. He's recommending you keep an eye out for raven signs, or (given how things are going over on my side) just literal ravens. He's not sure whether you should follow them or run from them if you find them, though. He's also asking if there was anything in the background of the image.

I hope your Jake responds to you soon :(

—Yuvon and Jake

(The letter tucks itself in the paper clip with the others.)

[fynctsbuuuts]

Just Say Yes; Johnny Seo

Pairing: Johnny Seo X reader

Genre: Kinda angst..?

Disclaimer: I do not own Johnny or any member I write for. I only own the writing. The description I am portraying them to be are not accurate at all. Everything I write is fiction, please don't take anything to heart.

A/N: Full credit to the owner and creator of the picture.

There were no words to describe the feeling Johnny felt in his chest when ever he saw her. Especially, whenever he saw her cradling a child in her arms. The sight was so stunning, she was so delicate, loving and attentive over every child that crossed her path. It was a sight that exited him for a future with her.

He wanted nothing more than to buy the most beautiful, most expensive ring for her, all for her. He wanted the hectic life of planning a wedding. Wanted to see her pacing around the room, stress radiating off of her because she couldn't find the perfect dress. He wanted to walk behind her and warp his long arms around her waist, whispering into her ear that she'd look beautiful in anything, even a trash bag. Causing her to laugh. Oh her beautful laughter.

He wanted that. He wanted to have a child with her. Boy or girl, it never mattered to him.

He just wanted to see his child being born. Wanting to hold her hand tightly as she pushed their blessing out. He wished to carry their new born baby as soon as the doctor pulls it out.

He wanted to kiss their boo boo's away whenever they got hurt. He could already imagine Y/n scolding them for being so reckless. He knew how worried she could get. He'd be there, reassuring her that their child is fine. And reassuring their child.

He wanted to send them off to preschool. He'd be so proud of them, tears threaten to fall from his eyes.

He wanted to scare off their significant others because they'll forever be his baby. No matter how old they get, their still his to protect and love.

And he wanted to see them on their wedding day, in love just like he is with their mother.

He wanted to grow old with her, die with her by his side. He'd give up everything for her.

The amount of happiness and joy she brought him was something he could only see in movies. But he was lucky enough to find the love of his life.

Just thinking about this possible future made him smile widely. His mood completely changing.

But there was only one problem.

She didn't want the same things.

Y/n has told Johnny countless of time how she is afraid of marriage. How she never believed in the concept of marriage. And how she wasn't the most patient person in the world to take care of a baby.

He understood this, although he was skeptical, confused as to why she was so afraid of marriage. But he let it be, not wanting to scare her off. They never even had sex, and he was totally fine with this. He didnt want her just because of sex. But it's been four years.

Four years..

And the idea still bothers her. His family started asking about a future family, about grandchildren, a wedding. And he was planning on finding out why she was so bothered by all of this, their future. And he was determined to find out.

"Hey, beautiful" Johnny whispered against Y/n’s temple. Slowly running his hands up and down her sides. Causing her to giggle and push herself away from his touch. Turning around, she wrapped her arms around his neck, softly caressing the hairs at the back of his neck.

It was their only day off, and they wanted to spend some quality time together. Though, Johnny's parents were in town and they wanted to have a small get together with the rest of the family. And of course, Johnny had to go.

"Are you okay?" Y/n asks softly, enjoying the closeness of his body against hers. They were currently in the kitchen alone. Most of the family members were in the living room, talking and just catching up with each other.

“Yeah, I'm fine" He says, kissing her forehead lightly while sneaking his hands around her waist. Bringing her body closer to his. He was defiantly in love with this girl.

"John- oh, I'm sorry I didnt know you were busy" His mom interrupts, laughing in embarrassment as both Johnny and Y/n move away from each other. Embarrassment clearly shown on both their faces.

"Sorry mom" Johnny laughs while leaning against the counter.

"Oh dont be sorry, I mean, you guys are a couple. I'll be expecting some grandkids soon, right?" She wiggles her eye brows while walking out of the kitchens, taking some paper towels with her.

Y/n immediately tenses up at the mention of kids, and Johnny quickly noticed this. Bitining the inside of his lip he strolls over to her.

"Why dont you want kids?" He asks bluntly, not wanting to sugarcoat the situation.

"We're not having this conversation right now" Y/n shakes her head as she grabs her cup filled with water.

"Then when will we? Cause no matter how many times I bring it, you always have a way of dodging it" Anger and confusion slowly filling him up.

"Johnny, we'll talk about this later" Y/n was already fed up with the conversation. She’s heard this one too many times. "Fine" He soon gave up, after looking at her for a few seconds. He slowly walked over to her, kissing her temple. She didnt once look up from the counter. He sighs in defeat and leaves the kitchen. She held her tears in, breathing in and out, holding onto the counter tightly. After a while, she walked out as well. Wanting to forget about the situation and integrate in the conversation the family was having.

Weeks after the incident was spent without physical contact, weeks without direct communication is what made him him snap so suddenly. The fact the she has been avoiding him just because of a question was outrageous and immature in his eyes.

“Can you please tell me what's wrong? You've been ignoring me for weeks now." He confronted her, expecting an explanation.

Your POV

“Its nothing" You whisper, eyes not leaving your phone. You knew what you were doing was incredibly childish, but you knew what he wanted, and you just weren't ready for this conversation.

"Y/n, I love you, God only knows how in love I am with you" He breathes out, letting a small chuckle out.

“But I just need to know if you feel the same. I get it if you dont want to have kids..or marriage.” His voice clearly laced with sadness as he said this, causing you took look at him for a split second.

“But i deserve an explanation on why you're shutting me out all of a sudden. Or at least tell me why you don’t want a family. That's what couples are supposed to do, talk." He finished his mini rant with hopeful eyes.

“I'm sorry, Johnny, I can't. I'm not ready for marriage and i dont want children. I dont have a reason and theres nothing to talk about" >Great way to make it worse,Y/n<. You thought. You knew he had every right to know. He only meant good, but you were so scared of his reaction. Afraid that he'd leave you. The man of your dreams. The man that never dared disrespect you in any way. The man who was there for you through thick and thin. There was no denying that you were in love with him, and he had every right to be mad, every right to know.

"I-" A million ways to tell him crosses your mind, yet you couldn’t say a thing. It was as if you lost your voice. A headache at the right side of your head. Indicating that a migraine was soon to appear, which will eventually consume your whole body into an unbearable pain.

“Are you seeing someone else?"

That one sentence felt like a dagger going through both your hearts. Your eyes winded at the sudden accusations, you couldn’t help but feel slightly offended that he’d think so low of you. But you knew exactly where he was coming from.

“I would never, Johnny” You say sternly, slowly getting up from your spot on the couch. Tears threatening to spill out of your eyes because of the terrible situation you were in.

“Well what is it then? Help me understand what you’re keeping from me. It’s been four years, Y/n. I want to start a family with you and only you. Understand this, but hey, I understand if you don’t want the same. But at least give me a reason why, because I know there is a bigger reason than not being ready” He sighs in defeat, throwing his hands to his sides.

At this point, you were just looking for excuses to end the conversation. This was probably the first time he ever confronted you like this, and you were at loss for words. Afraid of the consequences that the truth would bring.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Johnnys chuckle. Your head shot up, looking at him directly in his eyes. Sadness was all you could see in his beautiful brown eyes. And you wanted nothing more than to hold him. But you couldn’t.

“Well, until you’re ready, I’ll be staying at the dorms” He said with a light crack in his voice. Causing you to break down in tears. As if reflex, you quickly wiped them away, careful not wipe to hard and hurt yourself.

“Johnny, please” you managed to spit out, but he just gave you a side glance before opening the door.

“I still love you, Y/n, but I feel like I’m the only one committed in this relationship” he coughs out, walking out the door with a sad sigh.

You felt like running after him, but you couldn’t move really. You just sat there, silent tears streaming down your face.

As if on cue, your phone started ringing, causing you to jump in surprise. Quickly disconnecting the charging cable from your phone, you looked at the unsaved number and smiled to yourself. You wiped your moist fingers on your jeans and answer the call.

“Hey, baby” You voice came out in a raspy tone. Taking a deep breath as the sweet voice came through the phone. Immediately relaxing at his soothing voice.

“Hi, mommy!”

[bsd-hq-writer]

What about the reader not having the ability to control their powers and Atsushi kinda seeing himself in them tries helping them. They are from the same orphanage, but they weren't that close,.

You crawl under the office desk, rapidly and holding in tears. As soon as you’re under the wood, you hug your legs close to your chest and just decide to let the tears roll down your face. What do you care, right?

A lot. You care about everything a lot. Because you cannot control your power and you almost killed everyone in the room when it came unannounced. Luckily, every person in there left the building before you completely exploded. Before you released the wave that could kill people. You’ve seen people with powers before and they seemed so cool. When you realised you actually had one too, you were so excited. Until, you killed your mother. Accidently, of course. Still, it’s a scar that never heal and you’ve been running from the police ever since.

You felt so lost, so confused by the thoughts in your head, you barely felt as there was a gentle touch on the edge of your shoulder.

“Get out of here!” You shouted, not trying to control your own tears or the anger clearly present in your voice.

“The building isn’t shaking anymore, my dear.” The stranger, who wore a a long brownish coat smiled. “We’re safe now.”

“Eh?” You questioned. “H-how? W-What did you do?”

Until then, you hadn’t noticed the white haired boy standing on your left. You regocnized him immediately even if it had been years since you last saw each other.

“A-Atsushi-kun?” You whispered but both boys heard you.

“You know him?” Atsushi’s partner asked you.

“Y/N?” Atsushi called your name slowly, as if testing it on his mouth.

“What’s the story here?” His partner seemed interested.

“Y/N was in the orphanage with me.” Atsushi spoke before you could. “Before… before I got kicked out.”

“I-” You wanted to accuse him of killing all those people. Everyone in the orphanage new about him. But how could you accuse him of anything? As you grew up and started struggling with your own power, you started understanding him more and more.

“Hm…” The other guy hummed, smirking. “I’ll go look for anyone else who might’ve stayed in the building. Bye, Atsushi-kun.”

The way he said the boy’s name seemed funny to you and it got you laughing a little. For just a second before you remembered the situation you were in.

“Why is everything OK?” You asked quietly. “Why isn’t the building falling apart?”

“That’s your power?” You nodded at Atsushi’s question. “Dazai-san’s stopped it.”

“When he…” You brought your hand up to the spot where Dazai had touched you.

Atsushi confirmed your unspoken questionament. “It’ll come up in a few minutes.”

“I don’t want it to come back!” You yelled, without meaning to, and hugged your legs closer to your chest. “This is what killed my parents, what killed so many other people. It cannot come back!”

Atsushi was taken aback by how loud your voice sounded as well as the tears that wouldn’t stop falling down your face. He freaked for a couple of seconds but then he fell silent.

“I understand you better than anyone else.” He finally spoke, looking ahead. “I felt exactly like that until Dazai-san found me and brought me into the Agency and I learned how to control my power.”

You shook your head violently. You didn’t want to hear about his success story. You were absolutely sure you wouldn’t be able to conquer your own fear.

“We can help you.” He insisted, finally looking at you.

“I just want to die.” You whispered softly. “There’s no place in the world for me.”

“There is with us.” Atsushi replied.

“Us who?!” You cried out.

“The Agency.” He said, gently. “Most of us have powers we struggled a lot with. You’re not alone, please let me help you.”

“You’re sure?” You had your head down but he heard you.

“About…?” He encouraged.

For the first time since he entered the room, you looked into his eyes. “Me not being alone.”

“Absolutely.” He smiled as you searched for any signs of him wavering but there weren’t any.

Atsushi stood up and held out his hand in your direction. “You coming with me?”

You stared at his hand first, then at his face. Atsushi’s eyes shone, full of hope and that was enough to make you come to a decision.

You took his hand in yours and he helped you up. Atsushi pulled you along, filling your heart with the hope he felt, after years of it being empty.

~Admin Laura