#but thats old news by now it just makes me nervous to bring that up now i actually follow a lot more fans Lol

[floorpancakes]

its about perspective dont look at me

[astermath]

hiya! i’m a really big fan of your stranger things work and I was wondering, if youre comfortable of course, a steve x reader period imagine where reader tried to hide their period from Steve, but he finds out and is super fluffy and sweet about it? thank you!

HAHAH wow i have let this ask stew in my inbox since last year thats CRAZY im so sorry my dear,, i was going through old asks and i rlly like this prompt actually so here u go, i hope u enjoy!!!!

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, obv mentions of periods / menstruation, reader is referred to as female, steve being dense at first lol, regular sized font below!

wc: 1.4K

notes: while the reader in this fic is female, i am well aware not everyone who has a period is a girl, and not everyone who's a girl has a period!

Steve is one attentive boyfriend.

It’s the early stages of your relationship, the golden era, the honeymoon phase. And while you’re a still a bit nervous about it all, you couldn’t be happier, because he does it all right.

He knows your favourite snacks, what music you like, what makes you laugh, what makes you cry. He’s starting to figure out your ins and outs, and it’s almost crazy how quickly he’s catching on. You have no reason to feel judged by him at any point, he truly is comfort poured into the shape of a person.

So then why are you staring at your phone right now, struggling to dial his number and just tell him why you can’t make it to your date?

It’s not usually this bad, at least it hadn’t been for a while, so why now, of all moments, must you be forsaken to be terrorised by your period?

You bite your lip, laying flat onto your bed, hand over your lower stomach. It's right where the pain is just gnawing at you, just like the guilt is. But you know you’d feel even guiltier if you just stood him up, he doesn’t deserve that. You sit up, a tad slowly to save yourself from another cramp, and swallow your nerves for now.

“I’ll just… Tell him I’m sick. Yeah… Yeah I can do that.” You think to yourself.

The combination of his number had started to feel natural to your fingers now, unlike how anxiously you pressed the buttons the first time, triple checking before finally pressing call. You're triple checking again now, more so because you're not sure you can handle hearing the defeat in his voice when you tell him you can't make it.

The phone barely gets a moment to ring before he picks it up, and his all too familiar sweet voice comes through the device.

"Hey babe, everything okay over there?"

You pause a moment before replying. "How did you know it was me calling?"

"Lover's intuition." He chuckles, and it makes your heart flutter. It's not fair how easy it is for him to do that to you, but you enjoy it nonetheless. "So, what's going on?"

"I, uh..." God, getting the words out is like pulling teeth. But you'd rather die than let him think you just got cold feet about your movie date. "I'm really not feeling too well right now, Steve... I'm-- I'm so sorry, I'm gonna have to cancel for tonight." Your eyes are welling up with tears before he even gets a chance to reply, just imagining his pretty face losing its bright expression when hearing your unfortunate news.

"Oh," damnit, he does sound sad, "that's okay, uhm... Is there anything I can do? What kinda sick is it?"

Shit, he's gonna make you say it, isn't he? You know Steve is a mature guy, he knows about periods, knows how they work, but you've been told to suck it up and get on with it before... A part of you is still disappointed that you just can't.

"U-Uhm... It's more like, a stomach thing, I guess?" It's the best way you can put it for now, hoping it'll put his worries to rest.

"Okay, I see..." You can nearly hear him thinking, the subtle noise of bags being moved and a fridge being opened coming through the phone. "Uh, how aboouuut... I come over to yours, and we just watch a movie at home? I still got a couple of tapes we haven't gotten to, and I can bring some light snacks that won't upset your stomach too much."

The thought of Steve caring for you while you're sick sends a warm feeling through your entire body. God, how does he just keep getting better? But you can't lie to him, right? It's not like you're really sick, unless you count the curse of menstruation as a symptom.

Before you get a chance to explain, he's talking again, and by the ruckus in the background you can only guess he's rushing to grab all his stuff. "I'll be heading out in a bit, I'll stop by the corner store too, stay put for me alright? See ya in a bit!"

You're sure he didn't realize he wasn't letting you talk, but frankly, you probably couldn't even come up with a response on time anyways. Right now, you just have to worry about looking somewhat presentable, and maybe figure out a way to tell him you're not actually sick.

By the time you've brushed your hair and brushed some mascara onto your lashes, you're already hearing the doorbell. You just manage to pull a fresh shirt over your head, before stumbling down the stairs and stopping in front of the door. With a deep, loaded, sigh you open it, to reveal your boyfriend.

Hair messed up, plastic bag in hand, jacket haphazardly thrown on. He clearly rushed to be here, still panting a little, but in your eyes, he's the image of your guardian angel, your saviour in need.

Before either of you know it, you're crying again, your freshly applied mascara now leaving thin black streaks over your cheeks. Your hands go up to cover your face, embarrassed, not even sure why you're sobbing all of a sudden. The feelings just hit you like a freight train, rocking you before you even have a time to rationalize.

Steve's expression falters, the bag he had in hand dropping to the floor in an instant, stepping in closer so he can carefully wrap his arms around you and pull you to his chest. Not too tight, he doesn't want to startle you. He's a bit distraught; he's really only seen you cry at a sad movie scene before, so he's a bit unsure as to what's caught you to be so upset right now.

"I-I'm sorry..." you manage to mutter through your incoherent sobs and sniffs, effectively ruining the front of his shirt in the process.

"Hey, hey..." His big hands go up to your face, gently cupping your wettened cheeks as he looks into your teary eyes. Hell, the image of you is almost enough to make him break too. "What're you sorry for? You can't help it that you're sick, right?"

The reminder of your lie makes you want to break eye contact in shame, but it's hard to force yourself to lose sight of that soft, caring gaze of his.

"I," sniff, "I lied, I'm so sorry Steve, I-- I'm not sick, I just... I have..."

He watches you expectedly, not upset, just curious. You'd surely have your reasons if whatever caused you to cancel is making you this upset.

"I'm... I'm just on my period and it-- it hurts really bad, it's not even usually this bad, and I felt like I was overreacting and I feel so bad and--" Your ramble gets cut short by his chuckle, the same one that nearly caused you to melt over the phone earlier.

"W-Wha... Why are you laughing?" You're not sure if you should be happy or worried, you're already experiencing so much at once, it's hard to pick one emotion to feel.

"Nothing, it's just, well," he picks up the bag he dropped, opening it slightly to show the bars of chocolate, candy and your favorite chips inside. "I had a feeling."

The sight of it makes you snap out of your state of distress, and you can’t help but crack a smile through your tears. “Seriously? How?”

He shrugs, a sheepish smile adorning his face. “I told you, lover’s intuition.” He pulls you back to him and kisses your head. “There’s another bag in the car with chicken soup in case I was wrong.”

You both laugh, just hugging on your doorstep for a moment. You have to let it sink in, that maybe Steve just is that sweet and considerate of a guy.

“D’you wanna go inside, or does standing outside help with cramps?” He pulls back a little, and you fight the urge to poke him in the ribs for his sarcasm. You love it either way.

“Yeah, let’s go inside. We can watch When Harry Met Sally and I can cry my eyes out again. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect.”

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[stxrmylxve]

Hello! Can I ask for Bonten!Mikey being reunited after years from being apart from his childhood friend/sweetheart who just have moved back to Japan after leaving with her parents to the US when they were eight?

Sure! i dont really know if this fits the description perfectly since i like a good fight scene, but here ya go! A/N: bonten!mikey x fem!model!reader (no established relationship)

eight years old. that’s when you left him.

Mikey was just a child, yet he knew all too well about people leaving. That if they ever left without a proper goodbye, they were never coming back.

”Mikey.. I’m leaving Japan. Pa got a job in the states and well… I have to go.” you explained as you kicked rocks below the swing, slowly swaying as mikey came to a stop on his swing.

“You’re..leaving? When will you be back?” he asks, knowing all too well the look in your eyes as you looked up, your glassy eyes meeting his.

“I… don’t know.” you mutter quietly as you look away, your bottom lip trembling as the air around you went silent and cold.

Mikey didn’t say anything, he just got up and left, a small scoff slipping past his lips as he turned away.

“Thanks for… nothing, y/n.”

So he grew up. He grew up for 13 more years with thinking you would never be back again. And it hit him harder and harder each morning he woke up.

He changed after you left for good. He became more violent, attacking sanzu all of the time. He formed his own gang, and even though shinichiro had told him to use his family line gang history for good, his gang became the worst on the block.

And when puberty hit, all he did was he moved to a bigger gang and won over the leader with a bullet to his head and became one of the city’s worst criminals there had ever been.

Though, it was nice in a way. No one ever dared to bother him. Women with death wishes flocked around him like gnats. He could have all of the money he wanted with the blink of an eye.

“And arriving today is Miss Y/n, a young and beautiful model from the US, coming back to her home country. How was it, leaving at only eight years old and now being 21 and all grown up?” The reporter asks as he turns to bring you into view.

You let out a small laugh as you brushed your hair with your fingers, a habit you had when you were nervous that only mikey knew about.

“Yeah, it was hard. I left one of my best friends here in Japan, but there was nothing I could do. He probably forgot about me though, which I wouldn’t blame him either.” you replied as a small fake smile tugged at your lips.

“Well we are honored to have you back here in Japan with us.” the reporter finished as it flicked to the news, the only evidence of you being back falling right past Mikey’s fingertips.

”She’s… here?” mikey mutters to himself as he looked at the clock and shot up, pushing aside one of the maids as be grabbed his keys and wallet and ran out the door.

He had no idea where you were, but he was going to find you. He will find you.

Y/N POV:

You sighed to yourself as you stared at the clock, a small frown on your face as a lady patted make-up on your face.

“Would you like something to drink, dear? Or a small snack?”

“No no, I’m find Maranda. Just a bit tired, that’s all.” you say as you smiled at her through the mirror.

“Ahhh I bet. It was a bit of a crazy day for you, I’m sure. Say… thats friend of yours that you mentioned on tv.. why don’t you visit him? Maybe he hasn’t forgotten and-“

“I would love to, but I really can’t. He is a changed man, and I’m sure he is in a relationship. Nothing would come of us meeting anyways.” you brushed it off with a scowl as she looked at you, stunned.

“My apologies. We left on a bad note, that’s all.” you excused yourself as her face softened.

“People learn to forgive, y/n. Perhaps you should give it a chance.” she says as she pats your shoulders, the smile fading from her lips as she turned to the cameraman.

“She’s ready, send her out.”

Mikey bursted into the studio, startling the front desk lady. Her eyes went wide as she left out an audible gasp, reaching down for the panic button as mikey places a finger to his lips.

“Calm down, I won’t hurt you. Is y/n here by any chance?” he asks as the lady hesitantly shakes her head yes.

“Where?” he asks, his tone dipping ever so slightly as she shakes her head no.

“S-she’s in a photo shoot right now, no visitors are a-aloud back-“

“I bet I can get back there, can’t I?” he asks, gritting his teeth ever so slightly as he pushes through the grand doors, revealing a large room with different stations and stages all around.

Though most were empty, one in particular had people gathered all around it. He pushed his way through the small crowd, coming face to face with your figure as you went through different poses.

Yet… when your eyes locked onto his, nothing changed in them. They didn’t light up as they did when you were little. His eyebrows furrowed as you finished up, a small sigh falling past your lips.

Mikey glanced out of the side of his eye, catching a glimpse of a long barrel on a gun. His eyes widened as the gun moved towards your figured, lining up and going in for the kill

“Y/N MOVE!” mikey yelled as he pushed you out of the way, the bullet missing and exploding the building.

You fell back into his chest, gasping for air as smoke filled the air around you. Mikey coughed as he got up, tugging you to your feet and running through the ruins. He pushed you into his car and hopped into the driver’s seat, slamming the accelerator to the floor as he sped off.

“See? I didn’t forget about ya’” mikey says awkwardly as he wipes dirt off of the side of his pale face, his white hair evolving into a light gray.

“Sure as hell not. I almost just got killed.” you shot back as you looked at him with a frown.

“But I saved you, didn’t I? It’s not like I caused that.” he deadpanned as he turned onto a road.

“Fine. Whatever.” you reply with a small smile.

“Glad to have you back.”

@shelly-ya

[doyouremem8erme]

Hii can I share a new Marcy Harm idea with you?? A sort of Raised in Amphibia AU with a twist - as soon as Andrias took little Marcy in, he realized she was insanely intelligent, like as a toddler and all she would beat him at flipwart and read complex science books and stuff, like this kid's IQ is through the ROOF. So being a bit of a sciency guy himself he thought, mmmm what if we exchange the Core's current digital hardware for a biological one? The human brain is stronger than any computer in the multiverse. Not only is he giving the Core a body, but a whole new level of software processing like this kid's grey matter is insaneeee just imagine all the weird immortal AI processes you can run in it!

So ever since she's little he basically grooms her into being the perfect host. She spends all her time either connected to weird wires that go deep into her nervous system to prepare her for the Core, or being made to solve puzzles and learn languages and do all of this stuff to exercise her brain. She's super young when the Core is transported into her and Marcy kinda... ceases to exist? She's vaguely conscious of her surroundings but it's not like she has any sense of self or awareness of what's going on. She's like an expectator who can't think feel or understand anything. Her brain is being used by someone else.

So when Anne and Sasha, who also grew up in Amphibia, eventually fight this big bad that's been threatening their world, they're surprised to find out it wasn't like... a robot or a newt in a weird suit, but a small human girl that looks roughly their age and can barely form a word and doesn't know her own name or what's going on. Their entire lives they thought they were the only two humans in Amphibia! They're definitely bringing this one over to the Plantars' farm. If only she could understand what's happening around her. She was a piece of hardware, right? She was a machine. She was vaguely aware of that. She was The Core, or at least its processing system. She doesn't know she's a person.

ohhh this reminds me a lot of my old omelas au except without utterly butchering the concepts of ursela k le guin's work. i LOVE it

and back when i was working on that au i went down a pretty disturbing wikipedia rabbit hole about what it would be like to try to recover from really extreme levels of mental neglect and lemme just say that after they free her . it would take something close to a miracle to let her live a normal life.

now that youve made me think abt this concept again tho i am GOING to be rotating it in my brain so very hard like. in my old fic i hadnt put much thought into how marcy had ended up in that situation but. now. i cant stop thinking about like . anne and sasha finally finding this other human and shes completely broken from being used like that for so so so long. seeing that done to someone. thats a level of horror worse than any of the scary wildlife in amphibia . andrias is SO fucking dead for this one

anyways just for fun heres the opening of the ones who walk away from newtopia. this is super super old. for context it was a human au + olivia is andrias's daughter in it.

i never fully decided how much of this was marcy being used by the core to like. make its choices for how best to rule this utopia and how much it was some kinda karmic magic where all the suffering that would otherwise exist rested solely on her shoulders . but i think the implication was that she was gonna get the core fully downloaded into her at the end there? idk its been a long long time

ok i should probably go leave to go vote!!! yay!!! but i will be THINKING about this. oughhhh used as the cores computer her whole life thats good

[jsprnt]

Healing Hearts PT.4 | Virgil van Dijk

Would a fresh start bring you more than just a new job?

T/W: mention of blood, harassment.

WC: 3.368

Summary: Y/N L/N is a very skilled and praised physiotherapist. A certain event pushing her for a fresh start, as a physiotherapist for Liverpool FC. One question always being in the back of her mind: Will she be able to let go of her past and allow herself to experience new things?

I get out of my car, taking my heavy bag with me as I park in the Anfield Stadium garage. I turn around and see the players and staff get out of the team bus. I take a deep breath, exhaling slowly. It was practically my first game day at Liverpool. Making me slightly nervous at the thought.

I walk inside, as all the players have gone in. The speakers were loudly blasting music. I look around curiously before I get called by Dr. Davis. I glance at him, seeing him standing next to the locker room.

"You arrived smoothly I hope?" He questions.

"Oh yeah it was easy!" I laugh. 

"Alright, let me show you around quickly."

He guides me through the place, showing me the most important room: the medical room. 

We enter the room, it consists of two treatment beds, a sink with multiple built in cabinets, and not to forget a huge flat screen TV to watch the match on. I check the cabinets, reaching for the ones above my head. I nod my head satisfied. "Nice place, I'll definitely will be able to help out to my upmost ability." I beam. "Oh we know you will. I've heard a lot about you y/n. You're definitely going to help us out this season and in the future." He compliments. My heart warms at his compliment. We chat some more about the stadium before he checks his watch.

"Oh the guys will start warming up now. Follow me." I follow him out of the room, walking along the famous tunnel onto the pitch.

"Wow, this never gets old." I mumble, admiring the stadium. We walk up to the players, greeting them. They start warming up thoroughly. We watch the players carefully, looking for any signs of injuries. 

As I'm studying the players' movements my eyes catches Virgil's focused eyes. My heart practically leaps into my throat at the look he's giving me. I avert my gaze immediately, looking at a different player, trying act like nothing had happened. I glance back swiftly to see he's not looking anymore. I breathe out a sigh of relief before, Dr. Woods starts talking to me about something I half listened to.

We all walk back some minutes later so the other team can warm up. We walk through the tunnel as I hear Klopp greeting Bournemouths manager Iraola. I raise my head to watch. The guys walking slower to witness the interaction. They're so damn nosy, can't blame them though.

I'm minding my business talking to Ibo about his warm up before I hear my name being shouted in a thick Spanish accent. I look up, my eyes widening like a dear in headlights. Iraola is walking towards me with a smile on his face. I glance around me, seeing both staff and the players staring at me, confused.

The manager walks up to me, pulling me into an embrace. Why is this man hugging me like I'm his long lost daughter? My face contours into a confused one, accidentally making eye contact with Virgil again. He doesn't look very happy.

Iraola pulls away, a smile plastered on his lips.

"How have you been? How is Theo doing?" Then it clicked.

I had met him at a dinner when I was Theo's plus one. He had talked my ear off all night, drunkenly explaining multiple strategies on how he'd make sure Barcelona would win the league title again, after learning I worked there. Thankfully, that night had ended with me and Theo arguing, so I went home earlier.

I force a smile on my face replying to him. "I've been doing great. About Theo, we broke up some time ago. I'm sure he's doing fine." I fiddle with my sleeves, the vibe turning awkward.

"Oh- thats shocking you were together for so long. I taught you'd get married." My heart practically breaks at his words, feeling that aching sensation in my chest. My face flushing slightly.

"Well that's life I guess." I reply, trying to hide my pained expression. He places a hand on my shoulder. "You'll be fine. I heard his mother was getting ready to step down and make him chairman. Do you know if that's true?"

I fight the torturing urge to roll my eyes, opting to force a smile. "Oh I'm not sure, good for him though." I reply. I actually would rather see him get eaten alive by a hippo to be fully honest. He pats my shoulder before saying goodbye.

I breathe out a sigh of relief, thanking the heavens he left. I glance around seeing the players have left. Did they hear everything?

I walk into the medical room, sitting on my chair. I check the time. Only half an hour left for kick off.

I think back to the conversation again. I can't help but let tears well up in my eyes. Trying to hold them back from falling, but failing to as I let some tears roll down my cheek. He thought we'd get married? Well fuck he wasn't the only one. I let out quiet sobs, trying to muffle my sadness.

Suddenly, the door flies open. My eyes widen and my breath hitches in my throat. Of course, it had to be Virg. His expression softens, looking at me with wandering eyes. He locks the door, walking up to me as I try to quickly wipe my tears. 

"y/n? What's wrong." I avert my gaze embarrassed, this really had to happen right now? "I'm fine-" he removes my hands from my face. Caressing my hand softly with his thumb, and for the second time today my heart leaps into my throat again.

"Was it Iraola? How do you know him? Did he make you uncomfortable?" He shoots out questions, his expression is irked at the last one. His eyes gaze into my teary, red ones, I can't help but stare back. He breaks the eye contact, grabbing a tissue from the dispenser and handing it to me.

I wipe my tears, trying to assure him I'm fine. "I'm okay, I met him through an ex boyfriend. I promise it's just something personal." He looks at me for a second, before deciding to not probe any further. "Alright then, I'll be here if you need to share something."

Why is he acting like we're close? I mean, I'm just one of the physiotherapists, and we've known each other for- a week? "You should get back to the locker room. Or did you have something you wanted to ask since you came here?"

He shakes his head immediately, his gaze lingering on my face. "You looked sad when you walked away from Iraola, so I thought he did something." He states. 

"Oh- you should get back then." He nods, leaving the room again. I notice my heart pounding like it was going to escape my chest. Trying to distract myself, I start to rummage through the cabinets, looking for anything that could be important.

Half-time break just started, I walk out of the room as I see the guys walk in. They look tired but still manage to give me small smiles. Us physiotherapists continue to ask the players about their condition before they have to get back on the pitch.

The second half has a rocky start as Alexis is given a red card by the referee. My eye widen as I can hear the stadium erupt in protests throughout the walls. The team now having to continue the game with ten men.

Luis also having a slight muscle injury a couple minutes before the end of the game, despite playing amazing the entire game. 

Though, winning doesn't seem very difficult with the saves Ali had been making, the match ending with a 3-1 for Liverpool.

I walk out of the medical room again, walking onto the pitch seeing the guys talk to some other players, thanking them for playing. I walk up to someone familiar, it's Neto. Keeper of Bournemouth, he used to play at Barcelona. He smiles at me, giving me a quick hug as we chat for a bit.

We bid each other goodbye as we retreat back into the locker room. The guys talking about the game. "Dr. y/n? Why do you know everyone?" I flicker my eyes to Andy. A smile on my lips, pretending to think. "Because I worked with them and I'm like able?" I joke, he rolls his eyes before speaking again. "Of course, yeah-"

I change the topic. I look around cheekily, before whispering. "In no way was that a red right?"

He glances at me nodding, but placing finger on his lips as if to not talk right now. I laugh at his mannerisms. The guys walk into the locker rooms, changing and freshening up.

I grab my bag, walking out to the parking garage. Seeing the teams buses still there, as I see the wives and girlfriends of the guys wait in front of their cars. I give them a warm smile, which they return before I start walking towards my car parked all the way in the back. 

I open my trunk placing my heavy bag there before walking back to my drivers door. I'm about to step in until I'm stopped by someone poking at my back. I turn around, my face clad with confusion. It's a older guy dressed in a Bournemouth shirt, how the hell did he get in here?

He glances at my shirt noticing the Liverpool F.C. logo. "Oh so you work for them?" He says in a menacing tone. I don't answer his question. "Sir, you shouldn't be in here. I'm going to ask you to leave before I get security involved." I say sternly, trying to choose my words carefully to not piss him off. He places a hand on my shoulder creepily caressing my throat with is fingertips. "Come on pretty lady, let me get some compensation for losing." My brows raise at his words, glancing for anyone else in the garage. Fuck, why did I park all the way here?

His hands travel to my face as he holds onto my jaw. I freeze in fear, what the hell do I do?

"Come on, let's just have some fun hm." My breath hitches as his hands start to travel down. I'm practically shaking in fear at this point. I do the only thing I can think of: bite. I lunge at his arm, biting it as hard as I can.

The man loudly yells a string of cuss words before raising his hand and planting a harsh slap on my face. His ring cutting my flesh. I flinch as he raises his hand again closing my eyes. I'm waiting for the impact but it never comes, instead hearing some shuffling and multiple cuss words.

I peer out of my closed eyes, being greeted by an insane sight. It's Virgil, holding onto the man while he's practically sitting on him. I can't help but freeze and stare at them. Hearing Virgil cuss at him. "You piece of shit. How dare you get in here let alone harass someone?" He yells for security quickly as the man is hoisted up by them. Virgil explains the situation quickly before he looks towards me.

My body is trembling slightly from shock, hissing as the cut on my cheeks stings. He walks up to me, engulfing me in a tight hug. I can't help but let a few tears fall, sobbing into his chest. This had to be one of my worst days ever.

"You're okay, you're okay." He repeats, the garage is silent apart from the small noises of my sobs. He runs his hands along my back trying to soothe me. Muttering reassuring words.

I pull away after some time. Noticing a bloodstain on his shirt. "Your shirt-" "It's fine, let's get you back home hm?" I nod before he stops me from opening the driver's door.

"You shouldn't be driving in this state. Let me take you home?" I look up at him, his chocolate eyes sweet and laced with concern. I nod once more, handing him my keys before walking towards the passengers seat. He follows me around opening my door for me and putting my seat belt on for me. My face flushes a little at the proximity, though I doubt he could see it as my face was already red from crying.

He motions for me to fill my address into the navigation system. Telling me to duck a little as we pass the crowd around the stadium.

It's almost six, the streets a little calmer as we continue driving to my home. "What did you think of the match? Did you like it? It was better than watching a Barcelona game, right?" He jokes with a smirk on his lips, probably trying to distract me from what just happened. "It was good yeah, though, I'll have to see some more games before I give my opinion on that." I chuckle.

We arrive at my home after thirty minutes of driving, the faint sounds of the radio calming me down. We get out of my car as he offers to take me upstairs, I accept solely, so I can get up safe.

We get to my front door as I rummage through my bag fishing my keys out of it. Opening the door inviting him in for some tea, it's the least I could do after he got me out of that situation. He accepts, I guide him into my living room, telling him to be comfortable.

I go into the kitchen after discarding my bag in my room. Turning on the the kettle. I walk back into my living room, joining him on the couch.

"Your house is nice, I love the view." He says gazing out of my windows. I chuckle, his house is probably ten times the size of mine. "Thank you. I was stressing about the interior but I think it ended up looking great." I beam, lifting my hand to lean my head on it, though I flinch at a painful feeling on my face. Shit, I forgot about the cut on my cheek. I pull my hand away from my face, my hand now covered with dried blood bits.

"Oh you should get that treated before- hold on let me-" He leans forward, placing a hand on my jaw, tilting his head to get a better look at the cut. His hands are a little cold, making the hairs on my body stand up.

"You have a first aid kit right?" I nod, his hand still on my jaw. "It's in the bathroom-" I stand up to walk into the bathroom, realizing he's following me there. We get to the bathroom, I tiptoe to reach the cabinet above my head, snatching it after jumping up slightly. I can hear him chuckle right behind me.

I turn around, his tall frame towering over me. I clear my throat before waving the first aid kit in front of his face. "Got it!"

I place it down on the counter rummaging through it for gauze and antiseptic cream. He stops me, grabbing the gauze out of my hand, his finger tips grazing my palm. "I'll do it- let me-" He gently hoists me up by my waist, placing me on the bathroom counter carefully. I fight the way my jaw almost slacks open due to shock. Looking away immediately. If he was someone else I would've yelled, but I didn't mind whatever this was.

He cleans my cut, carefully applying the gauze and bandage on my face while holding onto my jaw gently. I glance at him, his face close to mine. My eyes travel down his side profile, his eyes are focused on my cheek. His eyelashes flutter against his cheekbones and his soft breaths on my face putting me in a daze. My eyes fluttering shut from relaxation and exhaustion of the day.

"It's done." He says a while later, my tired eye's snapping open again. "Thank you." I mumble my voice tired. He reaches up to remove a strand of hair stuck to the bandage on my cheek, chuckling as he studies my face. "You must be tired. You should go to bed after I leave." I nod, my sight a little blurry as I try to blink away the sleep.

I get off of the counter, leading him into the kitchen. He protests saying I should just go to bed instead of offering him tea. I refuse, he had to at least drink a cup, just, so I could show him my appreciation.

I slide the freshly steeped cup of tea towards him.  Walking around to sit with him at the kitchen counter.

"You're okay right? I'm sure you're still shaken up." He asks softly after taking a sip of his tea. I glance up at him from my cup, a tranquil expression on my face. "I'm fine, it wasn't totally horrible thanks to you." I say. "Still you must've been scared. I'm so sorry on behalf of the club, I mean it was your first game day you should've had an amazing time. I would also advise you to press charges, I mean we have cameras to prove it." He suggests in a soft tone.

"Virg, it's fine, I'm fine. The guy was probably drunk. Let's just forget about it, thats probably for the better." His nickname slips past my lips easily, like I had been using it the entire time. He studies my face for a moment. "Okay I'll drop it if that's what you want." 

A comfortable silence settles between us, as we sip away at our tea. "I should go, it's getting late and I need to rest for tomorrow." He says. I raise a brow, "You're taking a taxi back home?" He nods. I stand up following him out. He gives me a hug, turning around to step out as I wave at him.

I close my door, leaning against it. Sighing as I take in the days events.

I yawn, taking a sip of my coffee, greeting Clara at the front desk with a long hug. "What's up with you? You look like you haven't slept." I pull away from her giving her a look. "Thank you for the compliment." I smile sarcastically, giving her a sickly sweet smile. "Come on, you know what I mean." She insists.

"I just haven't been sleeping properly since that incident happened. I don't know I just feel weird being home alone." I confess. I had told her everything that had happened that day, she literally became my work best friend in two weeks.

I had been totally focused on working the last few days, trying to get my mind off of everything that happened last Saturday. I had a few interactions with Virgil. I couldn't help but feel a little awkward around him after he left my house, something in my heart wanting to keep a distance. I don't feel fully comfortable with getting close to a man right now, not after a horrible break up.

Clara pulls me closer to her for another hug, running her hands up and down my arm comfortingly. "You'll be fine I promise." We share some more words before we're interrupted by the players walking in, giving us weird looks at the way we are hugging.

"You girls dating or something?" We hear someone yell in a Scouser accent. We pull away from our hug, turning to see Curtis and Harvey.

I roll my eyes at his comment deciding to play along. "No, just got married actually." I give him a  sarcastic smile. Curtis and me just had to bicker with each other at least once a day.

I check the time turning back to the guys. "You guys should go, before your bank account is harmed." I tease, referring to the late fines.

They check the time, their eyes widening before they bolt towards the locker room. Clara and me sharing a laugh at their surprise.

[noodletime]

Good eve, I heard game. So I bring forth the following inquiries:

- This a fangame or personal concept?

- What's it about? Story, characters, world building- let's hear/see it! (No upper word limit)

- What genre of game ya thinking?

- Any direct/indirect inspirations?

YAYYY SOMEONE ASKED ME ABOUT THIS HEHE,,,

First off, its a personal concept, though it IS inspired off of Undertale, SPM/Super Paper Mario, and (later on in my life) Omori!

Its about a kid named Kun (short for Kunsago) who gets a severe head injury after getting hit by a car and falling into a coma. In that coma she dreams up about living as a new person, in a new life, in a new world! Her goals are to find her parent and get back home!

This here is what she looks like! (By the way, if you want full body drawings of these characters then please don't be afraid to ask!)

Kun is a girl, She/Her. And about 9-13 years old! (I say 9-13 because she doesn't want/like to specify her real age to others.) She often comes off as stubborn and a bit grown up, but sometimes she can be quiet and content.

Then, we go off onto her friends! (About 3 in total.)

Firstly theres Tiel, He/They. A creepy yet outgoing jester who has been locked up in a cage by one of the 3 kings. (Who I wont tell about yet until I get on to the lore yet!) Fun fact: I based most of him off of a cockatiel,,

Then theres King Yunu/Yunu, He/Him. One of the youngest of the 3 kings who is more kinder than the other ones. Fun Fact: Now THIS character is based off a Lake Junin Frog!

And finnally, Sanctus, They/Them! A nervous, shy ghost residing in one of the abandoned towns in the dream world who used to work with Tiel.

Now, for the worldbuilding!

Key:

Red Marks - Capital citys.

Lightest shade of grey - 2nd Lowest Meters High. (0-100m)

Lesser Lightest - 1st Lowest Meters High. (100-300m)

Medium Darkest - 2nd Highest Meters High. (300-500m)

Darkest - 1st Highest Meters High. (500-1000m)

Blue Marks - The rivers and lakes!

Now for the citys (Fun Fact: Each of them are based on types of circus acts/actors!):

Bottom - Birthplace of the 3 Kings. (Where Kun first arrives.)

Left - Cage of the Animals. (Where she meets Tiel.)

Right - Palace of the Magicians. (Where the two meet Yunu.)

Middle - Lake of the Contorionist's. (Where the 3 meet Sanctus.)

Top - Heart of the Ringmaster. (Quite literally! This is where all 4 of the characters meet the final boss.)

Now, heres all the main villians!

First, in the Cage of the Animals, here is the twins Night and Nought! Both They/Them. One is quieter and sorrowful while the other one is loud and energetic.

Then next, in the Palace of the Magicians, we have the one and only Charon! He/It. He is a dapper fellow, although calm and polite, it has its moments where it can become very angry!

Up next, in the Lake of Contortionists, we have Damien! He/Him. Quiet yet sassy and competitive, and partners with Charon. (not specifying wether its like a relationship or just friends, thats for you to decide... >:) )

Now, you may have been expecting the final boss to apeer here, but i'll keep them a secret! You can still guess who/what they're gonna be tho!

Now for the genre, I was thinking of an RPG mixed with horror,,,

..And thats it! I'll bring up some more stuff if you want. But this was fun to make! Also your allowed to make fanart of it if you wish! Thx for the ask!!

[angelbaby-fics]

Hiii hun

I just want to ask when u are opening ur request bc u said that u would open them in janurary or februrary

Please dont feel stressed by me now, take ur time <3

i still dont know 💔

i’m gonna use this to write out my thoughts real quickly just to help me think it all out but dont worry i’m not stressed or upset by this message 💕

its just really tricky for me because like i wanna write everything!! and not just because i love my followers and i want to make you guys happy & engage with everyone all the time but also because they’re really great requests!! and i feel so honored to be trusted to bring them to life!!

but then i get so strict with myself, i want to do them all in order so its fair for everybody who requested them, and i dont want to take on new requests until i finish the ones i already have, but then i just end up digging myself into a hole where writing has now become an obligation with a deadline & it just absolutely drains all of the motivation out of me when i approach it that way 😭

i always feel so nervous when i open requests again because on top of feeling guilty for everything that i never got around to writing, i also know that i probably wont be able to fulfill all of the new requests either, and in my brain it gets twisted all around & instead of feeling grateful for all the people who appreciate my work & have ideas for more, my brain just focuses on the future theoretical disappointed people who’s requests i’ll inevitably end up not fulfilling instead of focussing on all the stuff i HAVE been able to and WILL be able to write

and its crazy too because i request from other authors all the time (usually on anon hehe!) and sometimes my requests get written & other times they don’t & i’ve never EVER been upset or frustrated or impatient for it!! and even if others do get upset with me, i have to know that its just not my responsibility to keep everyone on tumblr happy 😅 and if anyone is mean to me, i’ll sic bucky on them 🦾😤

sometimes i forget that this is my PASSION & i start to let it stress me out even worse than my day job which is just silly 😅 i’m a freelance gig-based employee and a full-time disabled adult!! i need to remember that writing requests are not final exams that my life depends on getting a perfect score on 😌💕

idk… all this to say i guess i’ll probably open requests again soon 😅 with this new warning i guess you can call it that not everything can & will be written & thats ok! also never say never! i still go through my old requests from years ago & work on bits of them so you never know!!

i honestly think without putting pressure on myself, it’ll come easier to me, like the way i used to approach fic writing when i had less than 100 followers and i was writing 2 fics per day sometimes (side note there are nearly TWO THOUSAND of you guys now?? oh my gosh???)

ok sorry this is super long!!!! i love y’all & everything is okay 😁💕

[theelectricityisaftermeagain]

Let’s Recap

Hi, I have not talked in a little while. Things have generally been good and I didn’t really feel the need. Things have been good and pretty consistent. I had graduated from college, gotten a tiny job for about a year but I was one foot out of there the whole time. I got a new job and just finished 6 months here. Its been good but feeling a little bit like a pit in my stomach. The past few weeks I haven’t had an appetite and that has felt weird not wanting to eat. Not sure what it is.

Kelsey is my moon and star. For the past 5 and a half years I have pictured myself with her. I have pictured us growing together and being in love in a way that makes my heart swell. Picturing us growing old together just sounds so nice.

I think thats why I have this pit because when we went to this valentines dinner at Hotel Covington she expressed a restlessness about wanting a change and that she sees herself having a moment of time in her life where we dont live in the same place and she had asked me if I could ever do an open relationship as a hypothetical but I think it felt like more than that.

I see where she is coming from and we had a great conversation about why she feels this and what our relationship looks like and that its a good idea that she feels this wanderlust for independence in her 20s. She feels that she knows I am the person she wants to be with and I feel the same about her. Her perspective comes from so many people around her are getting engaged or married or having kids and that is scary so she is trying to push away from that and wants to know that she does not have lacking of certain experiences when she is older if we were to get married say soon. I totally get that and I would never want her resenting me for anything like that. I think that this is really such a tough time in our lives because the precipice of setteling into something is so scary that it feels like changes in the consistency we have come to expect since we started should be looked at and challenge.

She mentioned that our relationship could stay the same, we might do long distance for awhile,  we might open up our relationship or we might break up. These things scare me because they are difference because change and uncertainty is scary. After so long of being so sure of her and knowing from so early “One day I am going to marry this girl” the idea of coming out from a change losing her fucking hurts and is scary and it’s hard for my own insecurities to not feel like they are imploding and it is all my fault but she said the reason if feels so tough is because she loves me and I am so great that it would be easier to reconcile things if I was terrible.

I think too that opening up a relationship sounds like it could be messy if we dont have impeccable communication. I could see it being fun and knowing she has great experiences that are new and amazing could bring me joy but I have such a hard time seperating love and sex and monogamy and all that jazz (These are hangups that I am not sure she has reconciled also but I want to be more open to it as an important ((potential)) stage in our relationship). The other bit that scares me is what if she wants that and I don’t or I find I do not have the desire or drive to see anyone else after being okay with the concept of it or that I am not able to find anyone and she has a great time and is able to find so many people because she is beautiful and a lovely sociable person where I am much more reserved and no one wants me. Will that brew resentment? I don’t know. Thats what makes me nervous. I dont know what I want right now other than I want her.

All this to say I trust her with my whole being. No matter what I will always love her I don’t think she would ever intentionally hurt me. I have a hope and a faith about us but life is long and you never can know what will happen. I think whatever does happen our relationship will be stronger for it. I think we will have many conversations and know each other closer and understand each other like 2 people who cherish and wish the other person had everything good in the world.

I am excited to see what Kelsey and I do I love her so much. I cry now because she trusts me and I trust her. I really do.

[manifesting-mari]

Morning Pages 1/15/2023

During my meditation this morning i met the scared part of me that believes that she is unworthy and undeserving to be here in the world. She thinks shes not supposed to be here. There was a mix up. There was a mistake, i died, i’m not supposed to be here. But then a higher knowing said “what are you talking about, you chose this. You wanted to come back, you always wanna come back.” I have this narrative that my soul chooses to come back into this world because she wants to come back and play with her friends. I feel like theres a group of us souls who get together in the ether and agree to come back together and to meet at certain times. This is why i have such a pleasure in this lifetime to meet so many people who resonate with me. I also think the higher me is funny and likes to make arrangements with people who will bring me pain and force me to expand. 

When on San Pedro I had a vision from my past. A little background I was born one week late via cesarean. A few hours after i was born, my dad left the hospital to get chinese food. It was me, my mom, and another couple on the other side of the partition. All of a sudden i stopped breathing and i flatlined. My mom started screaming, the man from the other couple ran to get a nurse an dthey were able to revive me. Ok. back to the vision. I Saw my mom, over my body, screaming and crying. So scared. And i was like, above her? Or watching it like a movie? I just know i was outside of the situation, and i felt so sad for my mom I knew i had to come back.

I wonder whats this part of me that doesn’t liek to come back, that doesnt liek to be here. Maybe its my karma to come here and learn to love every bit of my life and enjoy every moment and enable others to do the same. I can hear the part of me thats saying, “there so much pain and suffering in the world, how can you dare choose to fill the world with more love and more joy?” lol that statement sound ridiculous now that i read it. Yes there is so much pain and suffering, which is EXACTLY why we need more love and joy! I can speak out against the paradigms that are upholding the cycles of pain. I can actively choose ot be part of the new paradigm where we are able to show up for each other with care. I can be present for the experience of others and myself who are still grieving the pain that this old world order had inflicted on innocent hearts. 

I can feel the part of me that feels guilty choosing to live my life with joy. It's like this toxic cycle where i want others to feel the pain i feel, its like i want every part of me to feel pain, but i dont think thats possible. Even if i did feel so much pain in my body, pain is not bad, its just a sensation, it hurts yeah, but pain and hurt arent bad, in inherently, theyre just part of the human experience, something that i enjoy very much. I really enjoy feeling now that i’m getting the hang of it. I realize the ways where i want other to feel my p[ain with me, but thats projection. I’m allowed to feel my pain, say it with my chest, feel it in my heart, but no one else can feel these feelings for me. They are mine. Jordan always says that i’m allowed to have my feelings, they are mine, and just like everything else in my world i wanna give it to someone else.

I wonder why i keep running away from this human experience that i feel that my soul chose? 

My nervous system is so wild. Its very interesting to practice being in my body. To practice being sensitive to whats going on inside me. Fuck, is this that thing i was talking about that youre gonna be changed no matter what, but your the one who has to do the work? Like, my nervous system is now so obvious to me. The sensations in my body. I’m grateful to have the practice of being in my body and being able to verbalize whats happening.

I have this thing with Tiz where it seems like I always need to be wrong. I think its the part fo me that wants to be wrong, so im with someone who makes me feel liek im wrong when i know i’m spoeaking my truth. Which is good because she calls out my shit and i like that. Well, i dont liek the sensation of feeling shame and embarrassment, but i do like that i have people in my life who choose ot be honest with me becaus ethey know i have the capacity to receive their message and allow it to process. I’m also grateful to have patient friends who know that i’m going to learn and grow on my own timeline and in my own way. I’ve started to practice having more patience for myself. This past year was like lighter fuel on my life. I am so grateful for the plant ,medicine work, for the community i’ve found that allowed me to work with myself in a different way. I feel so much more joy, peace, love, and patience for myself than i ever have before and i want to continue building on that.

This morning i pulled the 7 oif pentacles. What resonated with me was the message that not all success come sin monetary form, or something like that. And looking back at this past year it has been filled with blessings. I am so filled with love and these darker parts are feeling safe to come out. The parts of me that have been screaming for love are now being seen, heard, held, and loved. 

Speaking of screaming, last night i had a wild experience. I was with jordan and i started feeling fear. I was crying and i was saying how scared i was about him leaving and my other thoughts and feelings around that. And he was reassuring me and he said that i’m his friend. And i heard part of me scream “but i wanna be more than friends!” and then another part of me screamed “But i’m scared”. When i told jordan he said that he had parts like that too. That felt sad but good to hear. I really am so grateful for this relationship, and if i did have to choose someone to work on life with, they seem like a really fun partner to adventure ethe world with. We have very similar values and other laundry list of similarities. 

Ok teh cynical part of me want to talk, lemme give her space (also recognizing the part of me thats annoyed that shes even here):

Well, who knows? We could do this for years and then at the end they can decide they dont even wanna be with me.

Ok, thanks cynical me. But i’m grateful you say that because just the same, we could do this for years and it could end up that i dont wanna be with him. I think that rather than trying to figure out whats gonna happen in the future lets asses how we feel today.

 So let’s take a survey, does any part of me NOT enjoy being with them?

Oh shit. We have a hand. Ohh the shallow me that’s always wondering if theres someone better. Someone who is more my physical “type”. Someone who has MORE things in common. I wonder what she’s from. 

Well, the votes are in. we’re gonna choose to be present and allow all the parts to feel love and joy. I have no doubt that jordan loves me. I have no doubt that they cherish this friendship. I have no doubt that they care about me and will be honest with me. I am grateful for friendships liek this and i strive to continue growing relationships like this one. 

I wonder why i’m hyper fixated on Jordan. I think there’s something to do with the human design, how i’m a non energy type and i bounce off of other people’s energy. Their energy is really resonant with my own. Like REALLY resonant. How luck of me. I really think about how i could have still been with kevin or greg, or any of my other exes and i would not have known this feeling. Or maybe i did have this feeling. I did, but now i aim to sustain it rather than letting it run through. I choose to stay present and when the part of me that jumps to the ending comes forward i’m gonna reassure her and love her. And when the part of me that jumps to the future fantasy i’m gonna love her and be inspired by her. I like the life she’s building for herself right now. I get to dance, live, have fun, and do things that bring me joy. 

I am grateful for this life. I am grateful that i woke up today, especially since that means i got to wake up with jordan. AHHHH I REALLYYY LIKE THEMMMMMM and that booty ^.^ lol I am grateful for where i’m at in my life. I’m grateful that i get to dance, sing, and play everyday, I’m grateful that i get to write freely and write for creation and creativity. I’m grateful that my life is filled with art, and artists and people who are committed to bringing the new paradigm forward. I am grateful to be part of this new wave of people who are trying to do better for the people they love. I’m in good company.

[tia-saharaaasstuff]

And sometimes

i do get sea sick of feeling the

High and low waves crashing of everyone outside

Maybe i can fix this,

Years of freezing,

they end up fleeting

After they practice their right to tell me who i am

This is not me..

why I need

to be one of the kind

Inner Stand in

the storms we come to realize

Only after our sadness takes off its angry disguise

Watching the peices fly

Musics so loud

Cant handle hearing you sigh

I hate you, I love you.

Bc i know what its like to feel denied

Thats all i knew.

Maybe id be safer if i let my light die,

I cant dissapoint if i dont have a voice that could lie.

But i stayed..quiet..with my inner riots

"Sometimes i just feel like only you understand."

Most of the time

i feel guilty,

for thinking that maybe i can find some peace,

being alone ,

I know most dont see a choice and i seem greedy

But im so tired.

Of worrying about how they damn me if i do

and Damn me if i dont .

So i wont be around waiting for you to decide

Whether you like me today or found a new bone.

They say , "Just when things went right, it doesnt mean they were always wrong."

So i left,

Convinced by a Love so perfect, nothing said

The one i used to proudly refuse,

Unconditonal it stood by

waiting for the moment

when it caught me in embrace after i jumped off this burning bed

Free will, hardest lesson i was taught

Forget it, do what you want

There is always a choice

Where most get caught

Am i wrong for feeling extra safe when the doors got three locks?

What I NEED has been yellimg at ME from

behind each broken dream

Slowly fading frozen in time

I left her behind

All her love,  its all mine.

She was only six,

She was only nine

self hate was a pain

I used to use to get me high

The way you talk to eachother

It didnt come natural,

it was taught

We wonder why we fought

Their battles

Little soldiers

All you wanted was to make beats with your rattles

Raised on Guard

Nows too sensitive

Cover Sold to control

Its fine if you think about what you know

I am free,

not any of the me's you thought

This Love started a Fire and we the melting pots

The Great Flood

Bring us home ,womb waters

Dark nights

Turn to

Watch the warm Sun Rise 

Thankyou Saturn,

This Heart you made strong

This mind you trained over matter. 

One day ill come back

With rivers of hope

Able to Love

Without giving out peices of my

Soul.

You thought were crumbs

portion controlled

I was told, you shouldnt be so much

So i became less condensed

I gave what little i had left

To see you believe again

Id do it all over

Bc now i see the power

In ALL the wallflowers.

Lord i Pray for courage to stay in Love

Practice makes progress

I think id like to laugh more and say less

I laugh in awe of all the connectedness

And when im nervous

I mean excited , same difference

-SCR

1/4/2023

(This night was really beautiful, it started off with being tired, i saw a video that let me express my anger in a healthy way, then i heard another, with a verse that at the core i felt it said, "why not me?" And this was the backgroumd song. Somehow when i write i always snd up making analogies to water, i am a water sign/water placements, and the whole time i wrote this i listened to this song. Relating to the song by thinking about my younger self and my relationships with other people but mostly how i let myself down and how i am being patient with forgiving myself for having fragile boundaries. Letting go of old habits, and old belief habits. Then when i went to screenshot this song bc i like to attach feelings to feelings. Adding background music is a must if i can. Coming to realize the short video on this song was the most perfect. From vizuals to the words. Thankyou Thankyou Thankyou. All love, always 💞

[haveihitanerve]

guys. i wrote it....

before you start reading i highly encourage searching up Time by Hans Zimmer and making sure it plays while you read. Idk its what I used to write. Anyway... here you go

“See you in a minute.” Nat smirked. Tony smiled back. “One minute.” He agreed. Steve glanced at him. Tony winked, and the suits closed over them. Traveling through the quantum realm was like nothing Steve had ever experienced. It felt like he was being compressed through a tooth paste tube and yet simultaneously like he was being stretched like a rubber band. The grimace Tony sent him when they landed revealed he felt the same. “Bring me back my ship.” Nebula muttered to them. “In only two pieces.” Tony promised with a grin, and Steve had to laugh as they strapped themselves in. “We’re a far way from New York now.” He murmured as Tony started it up, expertly sending them into space. Tony agreed with a hum, concentrated on his work. Something was… different. Somehow. It wasn't until they were halfway there that Steve realized what it was. Tony was.. Relaxed. It had been… years. Years since Steve had seen him, since they had been like this. Their banter was easy, and all of the little underlying tension that had always been there, no matter how good of friends they had been, was gone. Tony smirked over at him as he parked the ship. “Something on your mind Capsicle?” Steve smiled back, unbuckling himself and strapping his shield to his arm. “Just that its nice. Despite the circumstances. To be here with you.” Tony’s smile turned fond. “It is.” He agreed quietly, and they exited the ship in compatible silence, Tony making sure to lock it. At Steves look he laughed. “What?? Nebs is very strict about her ship. I don't think theres anyone out here to steal it, but still!” Steve just smiled, shaking his head fondly as they made their way to the edge of the mountain. Steve glanced over at his companion. “Ready?” Tony smiled back grimly. “You get hurt, hurt ‘em back.” Was all he answered. Steve returned the smile. “You get killed…” “Walk it off.” They said in unison, and began the climb. 

Something was bothering Steve. It kept scratching, at the far end of his brain, asking to be let out. But whenever he tried to focus on it, it skated away, like a nervous cat. “Happy anniversary, by the way.” He announced aloud, trying to distract his thoughts in hopes that maybe it would help him. Tony looked over, startled, and smiled, albeit confusedly. “Thanks.” Steve nodded. “Its just… been a while. I didn't get the chance to- nevermind.” Tony nodded. “Ah. Yeah. Lost of uh. Lots of regrets in my past.” He smiled crookedly. “I doubt they’ll be only in the past.” Steve nudged the billionaires shoulder with his own. “Don't sell yourself short. I’ve made plenty of my own. It takes two to tango.” Tony snorted a laugh. “Gods you're so… old.” Steve laughed at that, rolling his eyes. “Also,” he added, just because Tony had said something and was not allowed to just get away with it. “I’ve heard theres a limit on the amount of mistakes you can make in your lifetime. Something around a million. So…” He hissed through his teeth. “You might’ve used all yours up for the future.” Tony gaped at him for a few seconds, actually stopping to stand and look at him. “Wow. I cannot believe you just said that.” He laughed, matching his pace to Steves again and punching him fondly. “Thats… wow.” The silent words, just like old times, hung between them, and Steve was more than happy to leave it, let the truth seep into their bones, bind their souls together once more. He had missed Tony. Especially as he realized what had been bothering him. “What made you do it?” He blurted. Tony paused. “Do what?” He asked conversationally, but his pace quickened. Steve easily matched it. “Time travel. Tell us. Come back to us.” The come back to me lay silent between them. Tony swallowed, his pace quickening even further, and he remained quiet for so long Steve doubted he would ever answer. “The kid.” Tony breathed finally. Steve almost tripped over his own feet. “The kid?” He repeated. Tony had told him, of course, when he had finally, finally returned to Earth, that he had lost the kid. Pepper had seemed to understand, Rhodey had, but Steve hadn't. “There was…” Tony seemed to struggle for a moment. “Spiderman.” He finally spat out. “Spiderman?” Steve echoed, confused. Tony turned to him, stopping. “Yeah. Spiderman. Real name, Peter Parker. He was… He was sixteen. And he was… good. So good.” Something broke in Tony's voice and he turned away, blinking hard. “You would have liked him.” The genius whispered. “He believed in the greater good, in saving everyone. He believed in your ideas. He even believed in me.” Tony shook his head, and his steps were heavier. “He should have lived.” He whispered. “Tony…” Steve murmured, loud enough that he almost missed the billionaires next words. “It should have been me.” “hey!” Steve snapped, immediate, and hard. He reached out and grabbed Tony’s arms, spinning the man to face him. “Don't ever say that.” He scolded harshly. Tony blinked, eyes wide in surprise. “Yes, the kid should have lived. But his life should not have been exchanged for yours. Don't ever say that.” Tony swallowed hard. “Okay.” He breathed. Steve released, stepping back. “Sorry.” Tony shook his head. “No. Sorry.” Steve nodded, and they began climbing again in silence, but something inside Steve had healed. Just a little. 

“Anthony, son of Howard.” Steve was ready to throw up. He knew that voice. “Steve, son of… a bitch, how are you still alive?!?!” The Red Skull ripped off his cloak, glaring at him. “How many times do I have to kill the same stupid man???” he raged, eyes burning with hate. Tony, to Steves not that great surprise, stepped in front of him. “You got a problem with my friend?” He asked neutrally, his arc reactor glowing. Red Skull scowled, a strange expression on his face. “Theres nothing I could do if I wanted to.” He spat in distaste. He turned, hand brushing out his cloak to the direction of the cliff. “What you seek lies in front of you.” He chanted, like off a script, all while glaring daggers. “As does what you fear.” Tony glanced at Steve, and they slowly made their way forward, peeking over the edge. “Soooooo. The stone’s down there?” Tony questioned, turning to Red Skull. “For one of you.” He confirmed. “For the other…” He trailed off, and Steve could almost feel the shift in his voice, the move from pissed off guide to a more enthralled performer. “In order to obtain the stone, you must lose that which you love.” At this, his smile returned, somehow more creepy than it had been when Steve had first met him. “A soul, for a soul.” 

“Hes lying.” It was the first thing Tony had said in four minutes. Steve knew. He had counted the seconds. “Not that I don't trust you oh wise and mighty Red Face.” He added, throwing a glance over Steves shoulder at Red Skull, who scowled. Tony shuddered, and Steve smiled faintly. “I hate that fucking guy.” Tony rumbled, something Steve felt more than heard through the vibrations in Tony's back. They had taken a seat near the edge of the cliff, back to back. Steve wasn't quite sure what Tony was looking at, but he had to admit, his view was magnificent. Not a bad place to die. Tony’s shoulderblades were sharp, digging into his back but Steve didn't want to be the one to move, to put some distance between them, he couldn't. He needed this contact, as uncomfortable as it was. “He isn't.” He managed quietly. Tony sighed, and Steve could feel the slump of his shoulders. “I know.” He wondered when the genius had realized who it was going to be. And if he was just stalling now to give them more time. Steve swallowed. “I love you.” He whispered, and a tear, silent and unseen, slid down his cheek. Tony's head pressed against his. “I love you too.” he whispered, and Steve could hear the regret tearing at his throat. “I always loved you. I lied when I said I didn't.” Steve rasped a hoarse chuckle. “Me too.” He agreed quietly. “Me too.” They sat silently for another minute, another minute exactly, so Steve knew Tony was counting the seconds too. They stood together, as one, the way they always should have, and turned, like principals at a duel. “I hate you.” Tony breathed. “I hate that we had to come here. But I’m also so glad.” Steve nodded his agreement. He couldn't trust his voice. He was so pissed. But so happy it was going to be him. That he wouldn't have to return and see either Clint or Nat come back. Alone. Tony breathed deeply through his nose, letting it out slowly. “Well,” He said finally. “Well.” Steve agreed. Tony’s warm brown eyes met his, a stark contrast to Steves startling blue ones. “We know who it has to be.” Tony murmured. Steve nodded his agreement, and they both took an automatic step forward, connecting their foreheads. “I’ll miss you so much.” Tony breathed. Steve closed his eyes. “I’ll miss you too.” They breathed together, eyes closed, and on impulse Steves hand found Tonys. Red Skull cleared his throat, watching them in disgust. Tony flipped him off and Steve choked on his snort. 

The billionaire smiled, the lines around his eyes crinkling. Steve frowned. “I’m beginning to think we mean different people…” He started slowly. Tony raised an eyebrow. “I thought I was making myself clear.” Steve shook his head. “Oh hell no Ant. For the last five years I’ve been trying to do whats right- everything i've worked for has been building to this moment- to bring them all back.” Tony shook his head, taking a step back. “Don't you spew that righteous bullshit on me again Rogers.” Steve tilted his head, fire sparking in his eyes. “What? You think I want to do this?” Tony waved his arms wildly. “This is just like the ice thing all over again! You could've just jumped out of the plane!” Steve gaped at him. “Are you really-?!?” “Yes I am!” Tony jutted a finger in his face, chin tilted up defiantly. “You know who I am Steve- you judged me the moment we met- don't act like thats all disappeared. You know what I’ve done- what I was willing to do! Leave them all to die for my own selfish reasons!” “They're not selfish!” Steve exploded, his arms flying up in exasperation. “You want to keep your family! You want to see your daughter grow up and hold hands with Pepper as you grow old! Thats not selfish!” Tony shook his head angrily. “And don't you ever insult me like that again- I held my own prejudice against you once and it wasn't right. But all thats done now. I don't blame people for past mistakes.” Tony smiled sadly. “Maybe you should.” Steve shrugged helplessly. “You don't.” Tony swallowed. “Be there for your girls.” Steve pleaded quietly. Tony shook his head, turning away. “You're a right pain in my ass you know that right?” He snarled softly, but there was no heat to it. Steve smiled sadly. “And you're the biggest asshole I’ve ever met. I’m glad to call you my best friend.” Tony looked at the sky, tears leaking down his face. “Gods. Thor will never forgive us.” Steve pushed away the sudden feeling the wrapped around his heart and squeezed. “Neither will Nat. Or Clint. Or Bruce.” He mumbled quietly. “I’m sorry.” Tony gave him a funny look. “I was about to say the same thing. After all, you’ll be the one coming home alone.” Before Steve could react the man was sprinting past him, aiming for the edge of the cliff. Steve lunged for him, his shield snapping to his wrist as he unloaded, knocking Tony off course. His suit had come up just in time to block the hit, but Steve was already running, shedding his jacket as he beelined for the edge. Something hit the back of his knees and he rolled, stumbling to his feet to dislodge the rope binding his legs together as Tony flew past, his suit unraveling off his body as he neared the end. “NO!!!” Steve bellowed, and ripped through the rope, springing to his feet and leaping on top of the billionaire before he could reach it. “Let- go!” Tony struggled, but Steve was stronger, quicker, and better at hand to hand. Tony was pinned. “Please.” Steve gasped. “Live to see your family.” Tony stopped struggling. Steve smiled sadly, cupping his cheek. “Tell Thor I’m sorry. Tell them all I love them. Sam deserves the shield. And Bucky-” Tony's legs wrapped around his waist, his face a mask of firm determination. “Tell them yourself.” Steve screamed, and Tony swung his hips, sending the super soldier flying back as he scrambled up, the last few pieces of nanotech on his wrist. He used the jet to propel himself forward, and Steve screamed. “TONY!!!” The man paused, just before he fell over. He smiled. “Tell Pepper I love her. Tell Morgan…” He took a deep breath. “I love her 3000. And you guys,” His smile became sad and fond all at once. “You were the best thing that ever happened to me.” With that, his propulsor finally went out, and he fell. 

“TONY!!!!!!!!!!!” Steve bellowed, and he didn't stop, couldn't stop, as he flung himself from the cliff, reaching for his best friend. Tony turned as he heard him, and something akin to fear flittered over his face, before it was replaced by a smile. “Be safe, Steve.” He whispered. “Win.” Something slammed into Steves chest and he barely registered it as the last few bits of nanotech before he was yanked back. He had been wrong. Tony’s propulsor hadn't gone out. It still had some juice left. Tony hit the ground, and Steves feet touched the cliffs edge. Even the Red Skull had to turn away at the sound that escaped the super soldiers mouth. 

I need there to be a what if of Steve and Tony. What if the missions had been switched? What if Natasha and Clint went to go get the tesseract and Steve and Tony went to get the soul stone? What if….

[iwa-ch4n]

kaeya as a dad;

no listen kaeya is such a soft dad you don't understand

he's not one to cry much, especially not from happiness, but it came close the first time he held his baby girl. you could see his eyes get watery and his voice crack a little when he cooed at her

he's actually captivated by her. even when she's sleeping peacefully in the cot beside your bed, he will just lay there and stare at her with this sappy smile until he finally passes out

KING of calming the baby down. his voice is soothing and his arms are comfortable, he can stop her crying in minutes unless she want to be breast fed

however he will inform you that she's hungry by saying "babe, the child wants boobs"

super super super good at playing with her. tickles her loads and when she gets older he is strong enough to just. let her climb all over him or throw her in the air effortlessly (you get nervous every time but trust him, he's got it under control. he has not dropped the child once yet)

she has no choice but to be an absolute daddys girl. he would give the world for her and spoils her fucking rotten. her first word was "papa" and that time he did cry

okay he would absolutely call her dumb nicknames similar to what people call their cats. 'stinky', 'little devil' and 'rascal' are all very common. once when she was like 6 months old she threw up on him and he called her a bastard out of instinct. you heard, which is why it was only once

okay no but imagine kaeya has a day off so he takes her for a day out in mondstadt and its just. so fuckin cute. ice cream from good hunter, splashing in the fountain, popping in to angels share to annoy diluc, who doesnt want to swear or get too mad bc there is a child

as much as he is amazing at taking care of her, you're with her most of the time because he has a lot of work to do with the knights. however, if she ever completely wears you out, he will insist on taking her to work with him and letting you have a day for yourself.

that's how he ends up at a very important captains meeting with a toddler on his knee, bouncing her up and down and making her little origami animals to keep her occupied and relatively quiet

its also how the new recruits working under him go to speak to their rather intimidating boss and go into his office to find him on the floor with her giggling on top of him and yanking at his ponytail

he would absolutely have play fights with her, using sticks as swords, and let her win, falling dramatically to the ground and groaning in defeat

he's become even more of a babysitting pro for klee now so he is more than happy to look after both at once. klee is an amazing big sister but you have to watch them all closely just so kaeya doesnt allow any bombs around your two year old

HE TAKES HER TO ANGEL'S SHARE WHEN ITS STILL RELATIVELY EARLY AND DANCES WITH HER TO THE SONGS THE BARDS SING (then he takes her home and goes back on his own to get drunk)

whenever he puts her to bed, instead of reading her bedtime stories, he will tell her stories of his various adventures and whatever (which are greatly edited to be more child appropriate and then embellished so they're still interesting)

i absolutely think she would look up to him lots and when she gets older he would start training her properly because she wants to be able to fight just like him

jousting with wooden swords and he lets her win less often now, but she's a fast learner and becomes pretty damn skilled for her age

you have to be hard on her sometimes because he absolutely will not. he's too whipped for her. could never say no to her. you absolutely come home sometimes to find him squeezed into a tutu skirt with kids makeup and a tiara, sitting at her little play table having a tea party

also they have the conversation "daddy, can i have a cookie" "what's the rule?" ":(( no cookies until after dinner" "no, thats mums rule. my rule is to bring me one too"

he just all around loves her so much and sometimes he'll just be watching her and turn to you and be like "hey do you want to make another one of these?". its up to you to figure out whether he's been hit with soft dad feels or if he's just horny

all in all he spoils her and is an amazing dad and i love him so much

tag; @kaeya-alberich-official

[junisfics]

Too Much or Not Enough* — Armin Arlert

Request:

can u write armin with a praise kink???

Summary: Reader gives Armin head for the first time after a particularly long day

Content Warnings: Smut/ Nsfw 18+ (M Receiving Oral, Praise Kink)

Word Count: 2.9k

Notes: (1) i didn't know whether you wanting giving or recieving praise so i just went with this (2) i just binge wrote this mf for that anon that wouldn't leave me alone 😩😩 ugh the things i do for yall

It felt like Armin was always busy; pretty eyes staring down at aged parchments like he’s waiting for their text to change beneath his watch, ancient books flipped open to random pages are littered across the table, his fingers and sides of his palms covered in graphite and ink from his notetaking.

He’s been like this for the past few days, hunched over that creaky wooden desk that’s hidden away in a room he only leaves for meals. He’d slept in that stiff old chair too, face smushed against the wood with his arms curling around his head.

Levi had told him to navigate a route to the nearest town... which sounds easy enough until he realized that there was countless miles of forest in the way.

He was so handsome like this. He’s in his element, brain going a mile a minute, tongue between his teeth and hair falling into his eyes as he scribbles at the wrinkled pages. You could watch him like this forever... sadly, only at his suffering.

"Why don't you take a break, come on a walk with me or something?" You suggest, shifting around in the seat you had pulled up catty corner to him, elbows resting on the desk.

He raises is eyebrows slightly in acknowledgement before looking up to you, "I can't, this is really important. I'm sorry, y/n."

It's not that he doesn't want to, he wants to spend quality time with you more then anything in the world... he just can't. He knows if he doesn't finish this sometime soon that Levi will be on his ass and disappointed... then force Hange to do it and then Armin will feel bad. He looks up to Hange, he doesn't want to throw them under the gutter.

"It could help clear your mind... give you a new look at it..." Your arms fall flat, crossed against the table and you rest your chin on your forearms... pouting.

"Don't look at me like that, I already feel bad enough as it is." He runs his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face before returning to the pages in front of him. His hair falls back into his eyes.

"C'mon," You push yourself away from the desk and stand, making your way behind him, "Just talk with me for a minute about anything but the maps."

You gently place a hand atop his head and ruffle his pretty blonde hair before flattening it again. You continue this process: ruffling, petting, ruffling, petting.

He lets out a little huff, "I — y/n... you're distracting me."

Your nimble fingers take turns running through the strands, swooping his hair one way then the other... combing it flat against his head so his forehead is revealed then pushing it back over his eyes the way he likes it.

"Good, don't fight it." You smile, separating three strands carefully and intertwining them into a braid.

He attempts to continue work, picking up the graphite again and flipping the open pages around with his fingers. He circles or underlines something here and there, taking a moment to stare at it like it has some deeper meaning then flipping to the next page and doing the same thing. Maybe he'll rip out a page and set it in a pile or compare it to the map in front of him then analyze it like he's being graded... which he kind of is.

His hair was always oddly soft, no matter how much dirt or sweat got into it or how long he had to go without washing it, it was always soft. It always framed his face so beautifully.

You press a gentle kiss to the crown of his head, then tilt your head to kiss his temple. He shivers at the feeling, his flushed skin hot beneath your lips.

“y/n, please. I can’t focus with you here.” His voice is quiet, as if he’s scared his words will offend you. 

But then a silly little idea pops into your head and you thank god he cannot see your face because if he did he would see that stupid mischevious smile plastered across it.

“I’m sorry.” You pout, sliding a hand over his shoulder before removing yourself from him entirely to slink around the desk.

Your eyes flicker up to him to check where his own eyes are... and when you realize he’s completely back to focusing on the papers in from of him you crawl underneath the desk, kneeling in front of him and resting your backside on your ankles. Carefully, you place both hands on either knee before you.

Armin jumps, just now realizing that your knelt before him, “y/n — what are you doing.” His hands are balled into fists and forearms glued to the armrests beside him. He’d push himself away from you if he could, but out of fear and... arousal maybe? he’s stuck in his seat.

“Helping you relax.” You smile, rapping your fingers against his pants.

“I’ve — I don’t — we can’t.” Even through his babbling you can make out what he’s saying.

“Look at me,” You slide your hands slowly up his thighs, the muscle twitching beneath you, “I don’t have to do this if you don’t me to.”

A billion emotions flash through his eyes the second that sentence leaves your lips. His palms begin to sweat and stomach clenches at the feeling of him growing hard in his pants.

“No! I — I’ve just... never... done anything before. Not — not anything at all! I’ve kissed someone before! Shit — of course I have, I’ve kissed you. I’ve never done — just not anything... sexual... before.”

You realize then the amount of trust he’s put into you in that moment. All his walls have been broken down, his heart hammering against his ribcage. This is new territory for him. New territory that you, out of all people, are the one to explore. He could pass out.

“That’s okay. Armin, there’s nothing wrong with that, I promise.” You bring your hands back down over his thigh in an attempt to soothe his nerves, but what you don’t realize is that your actions are doing anything but that.

It’s hard for him to make eye contact, his own eyes shifting from your hands to his crotch to your face and then repeating a few times.

“Okay — just you — you don’t have to.” He stutters, clenching and unclenching his fists to take his mind of the growing hard on in his pants.

“I want to.” You scoot a little closer which sends another jolt of electricity to his heart, “Is this okay?”

‘Why would you want to do this?’ He thinks, ‘You gain nothing out of this’

“Y — yeah.” He answers, finally grasping onto the armrests.

Your eyes drop to your hands as they return to the apex of his thighs, pausing for a moment before reaching for the button of his pants. The metal is cold beneath your fingertips as you unclasp it, the same with the zipper.

Armin has officially stopped breathing.

You slowly pull, the zipper making a familiar rattling noise as it’s pulled to the bottom of its seam. With your right hand you take a fistful of his shirt and pull upwards to untuck it. Armin gasps.

“Can you take this between your teeth for me, please?” You ask, voice sweet and sanguine.

He can do nothing but obey, opening his mouth and biting down on the fabric as you bring the fistfull to his face. His pretty blue eyes peer over to watch you as you tuck your fingers under his waist band.

“Thank you, sweet boy... now lift your hips?” You smile.

He does as he’s told, bring his hips upwards so you can pull his pants down to his thighs. He can’t even think. He’s sitting before you in only his boxers and you about to put your mouth on his —

“Hey, you still there? You got that faraway look in your eyes...” You sit back on your ankles, removing your hands from him completely.

“Y — yeah shit, sorry — It’s just a little crazy to me. The girl I’m in love with is about to give me — give...” He speaks through his shirt.

“Suck your cock.”

His dick jumps at the lewdness of your words.

‘Yeah... that’

“Yeah.”

“Is it okay if I keep going?” You sit back up, hands resting on the bunched fabric over his knees.

He swallows hard before nodding, visibly nervous.

Your fingers reach for the waistband of the final layer, grazing over the taught skin of his stomach before delving beneath the fabric.

His breath gets caught in his throat and goosebumps scatter over his flesh, knuckles turning white around the armrest.

You pull, slowly, over his hips and down his legs until his cock springs up and slaps against his chest. He internally cringes at the sound. Armin was big... and thats not being generous. You’d say he has about 7 - 8 thick inches in his favor... your mouth practically watering at the sight.

You look at him, eyes wide and innocent in contrast to the actions you’re about to do. If he wasn’t so nervous he’d smile and tell you that you look so pretty on your knees for him.

Gently, you nod your head in questioning. He nods back.

With your right hand you take his cock at the base, weight heavy in your palm. You can feel him completely shudder underneath your touch, rising ever so slightly in his seat. Slowly, you run your hand up and down his length and twisting your wrist ever so slightly as you do so. 

Your hand is so much smaller and so much softer than his. His mouth falls agape, more blood just rushing to his dick at the sight. He’s going to have this image burned into his brain forever. He bets if he focuses hard enough he could cum right now.

You can feel him pulsing underneath your fingers as you jerk him gently, his breathing already growing audible.

You’re hand is just so much different than his, but it’s the fact that it’s you attached to the hand... your hand... that has him trembling beneath you already.

“You okay?” You ask, voice so sweet and comforting as it pulls him out of his thoughts.

He nods frantically, shirt still pulled between his teeth as he watches you scoot even closer to him. You’re face is inches away from his dick.

You’re eyes look up to him when you lick the first stripe up from the base of his cock all the way to the head, swirling your tongue around him.

“Shit.” His eyes close and his head falls back. He didn’t know what he was expecting but this was not it... but my god was he not disappointed.

You give his length another tender lick, following along a vein on the underside of his cock, before you close your lips around the tip. His hips buck involuntarily into your mouth, sending another good inch or so into you.

“Oh god, y/n.” His voice, rather then lowering an octave, jumps one and strains in his throat.

You never take your eyes off him, watching his every movement to make sure he’s still feeling alright and that you’re not pushing your limit. His jaw is still clenched around his shirt, the hem of it now soaked with his spit, and his throat trembles as he swallows around it.

His cock is still in your hands as you take more of him in your mouth, the head of his cock finally hitting the back of your throat.

Your mouth is so warm and so wet that he can’t help but think that maybe this is what it would feel like to fuck you... actually truly fuck you. 

You close your lips tightly around him before sliding back up with a ‘pop’, a string of saliva connecting from your bottom lip to the tip of his cock.

“You still alright?” You jerk him languidly in your hand, saliva coating his dick and your palm to provide enough slick to slide freely over him.

“Y — yeah... fuckk yeah.” He groans, head coming back up to watch you as you jerk him off.

He twitches in your hand when he sees that look on your face. Your tongue lolling out of your mouth, lips covered in spit and precum, tiny hand beating his dick for him. You’re eyes wide and looking up at him like he’s the most beautiful thing in the world. He completely melts before you.

“What?” You giggle, teasing him slightly. His eyes are so full of lust and admiration.

“God, you just — shit — you look so pretty.” He whines, hips jerking up into your hand so your fists meets his pelvis. 

“I think you look so pretty, so beautiful.” You smile.

Your mouth is back on him, taking him in over your tongue slowly and fitting him down your throat until your nose hits his stomach. Your eyes close as you gag slightly around him, throat constricting before you pull off of him, his dick now completely coated in spit. 

Then he’s back on your tongue and you’re jerking around the base of him that you can’t comfortably fit in your mouth. The sight, the sound, the feeling is all just too much for him too quickly and he feels that heat pooling in his lower stomach and he knows this is going to be over soon.

“I — I’m gonna cum, y/n, don’t stop please.” He groans, his right hand releasing the arm rest to hover behind your head, not touching you, but shaking just behind you.

Then you pull off of him, jerking his cock a little faster in your hand to tip him over. You feel his hand meet the back of your head and then its sliding around to cup your cheek as you smile at him.

“Yeah? Cum for me, be so good and cum for me.”

You gather spit in your mouth then lean over his dick just enough so when you spit it dribbles off your bottom lip and onto him. 

And that’s what sends him over the edge and cumming into your fist, hot and thick with broken moans passing his lips.

“Good job, baby, you’re so good for me.”

[gashinabts]

peculiar taste| (m)

Words: 2.8k 

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, pwp

Summary: Unknowingly, you find out that your feet pics are roaming around twitter just to find out that your room mate runs the page. 

Warnings: FOOT STUFF, foot job ( idk if thats a thing), foot fetish

a/n:  There’s a lot of foot stuff so if that makes you uncomfortable then don’t read it. Btw if there’s other weird kinks/fetishes that you think a member would like just comment or message me. 

Twitter is a scary place, you never had it until your friend from work told you to download it because there’s funny memes. So when you downloaded it you were not surprised that there were weird foot pictures. See you were not one to shame someone who has weird fetishes but this was different. Oddly enough the picture had the same pedicure as you and the same tattoo on your ankle. Deciding to go on the page you notice there were pictures of your feet, the black heels you owned were there too. 

Is someone spying on you? There is a sudden noise from the kitchen and you jolt in fear, holding the phone close to you as you walk towards the noise. The fear disappears when you see your roommate slash friend Taehyung eating pickles from the jar. “ Hey, wanna go to the park? We can have a little picnic,” Taehyung munches the last part before putting it back in the fridge. “ What’s wrong?” He notices your worried face.

Shaking your head, not sure if you should tell him your worries. Taehyung would probably freak out more than you, he’ll probably call the FBI to install high tech cameras around the apartment. “ Nothing,” you smile. “ I’m down but I’m making the food. Last time you just packed onions and capri suns,” you move him aside to pull out bread to make sandwiches. 

He gives you his signature boxy smile, “ Sorry you don’t have an acquired taste,” he shrugs. 

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When you guys get back from the park you immediately lay in your bed tired from all the running that Taehyung made you do. It was supposed to be a relaxing picnic, however Taehyung forced you to play tag with the children in the park. When you first met Taehyung you thought he was a quiet and stuck up person because of his emotionless face whenever he was sitting with people. But that all changed when you got to know him better, he was just a funny and weird person but in a good way. Needless to say you don’t ever want him to move out because he is just a fun person to have around.

The ping rings loudly on your phone, you get a message from your mom. You quickly text her back and then go on twitter to the foot fetish page to inspect it more. Maybe DM the person to see where they get these pics. Your eyes widen when you see a new picture that was uploaded a few minutes ago, your feet in your sandals that you just bought last week. Along with the picnic blanket that you use when you go to the park with Taehyung.

Jumping out of your bed you run to Taehyung’s room to demand answers from him, but he is currently playing Uno by himself. “ I’m trying to practice so I can win next time we play with Jungkook and Namjoon,” he places the green card down.

“ It’s Uno. The easiest game in the world, it was literally made for children,” you groan in frustration. Taehyung shrugs then goes back to his game and places the reverse card to the pile. “ That’s why I’m not here,” you shake your head. “ Why are my feet on a fetish page on twitter?”

His sharp eyes widen, you can’t tell if it’s due to shock or confusion. The brows are covered from his wavy black hair, lips parted in an ‘oh’ shape. “ Okay, don’t get mad. I have been posting you foot pics in exchange for money,” he puts his hands up when you throw his pillow at him. 

“ Taehyung! I can’t believe you,” you sigh. You became a renowned foot fetish star without any acknowledgment. What if people start to recognize you on the streets? Now you can never wear sandals.

“ I should’ve told you but I knew you were going to be against it,” Taehyung gets, ignoring the Uno cards and going up to you. His large hands come together holding them in front. “ If you want to take me to the police I understand. But make sure you feed the racoon that’s been secretly hiding in the garden shed,” he gives his puppy eyes. You can’t ever get mad at Taehyung, no matter what. It’s like he has this power that doesn’t make anyone upset.

Sighing, you gently push his hands down to his sides, “ I’m not turning you in,” you say. His remorse features immediately vanish, now becoming gleeful, as he engulfs you in a bear hug. If he’s getting paid you wonder how much he is making off of your feet. “ So how much money have you made so far?” The bed sinks as you sit down on it.

Taehyung's finger scratches his head, trying to remember how much the thirsty people on Twitter paid. “ Hmm, like a couple hundred. I’m saving the money so we can get a new tv.” 

The TV you guys had was found by Taehyung who was riding his bike around the neighborhood. An old man was giving it out and Taehyung called you excitedly asking you to bring your car so you can bring it back home. Upon your arrival you see an old blocky Sony tv that doesn’t even have an HDMI port. Taehyung convinced you that it was vintage and it would match the interior design of the apartment. “ Do people actually like that stuff ?” You ask while looking at your feet. What a weird thing to fetishize you think to yourself. 

Taehyung's hair floofs as he jumps back on the bed grabbing his phone that’s beside you. “ Yes. A lot of people,” he quickly unlocks his phone. “ Look, this man was willing to pay sixty dollars for you to have a foot massage,” you look at the DM. “ There’s also other requests. Like you wearing heels, stockings, and other weird things,” he shrugs putting his phone away.

People pay money for this, and you guys do need some money. It wouldn’t hurt to have a little extra cash for stuff. No one is ever gonna find out that it’s your feet. “ Let’s keep doing it,” you look at Taehyung, whose eyes widen at your words. 

“ Really?” Taehyung asked in a serious tone. Wanting to make sure that you actually want to do it not because of his stupid mistake.

“ Yeah, it would be nice to have extra cash,” you nod your head.

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“ This feels really weird,” you flinch at the stickiness of the honey pouring on your feet. Taehyung makes a hand motion for you to keep pouring it as he films it on his phone. Your face is not in view so no one can see the weird faces you're making as the stickiness goes in between your toes. Just another weird request from a person. This guy is paying sixty dollars for this, so who cares that you are pouring honey on your feet.

Taehyung nods and gives the okay sign, ending the video. “ I feel bad that the bees are dying and we are wasting their precious honey on your feet,” he pouts before leaving to retrieve a wet towel. He tosses it to you so you can wipe the honey off before walking on the floor. 

The wet towel doesn’t help much so you decide to wash it. “ Yeah, we should visit the bee sanctuary to give our condolences,” you joke as you run to the bathtub to wash your feet with soap. 

“ That would be nice,” Taehyung smiles watching you wash your feet. He hears you laugh, “ Oh you were kidding,” he laughs along with you. The phone pings and he grabs it from his back pocket, looking at the DM’s. ***800 dollar request *** Taehyung reads loudly, eyes widening at the words. He reads the request to himself, heart beating fast because this is actually a sexual request. Also because this is the most someone is willing to spend on a video. For the past month it's only been under the hundreds that people spent on your feet.

Your voice startles him, “ What are they asking for you?” Turning off the faucet you give your undivided attention to him. 

Taehyung gulps then scratches the back of his neck, “ Uh- he wants you to use your feet to fondle someone’s dick,” he coughs at the end. There’s a silence that washes over you guys. “ Yeah,  I can just decline-”

“ Would I be fondling you?,” you ask. Taehyung tucks his phone back in his pocket then sits next to you. 

Taehyung puts his hand on your shoulder, his eyes are looking at you seriously. “ We don't have to do this.” 

 It’s 800 hundred dollars that you guys would be missing out on.“ I want to do it. Our faces won’t be showing, right?”  You really don’t mind just as long as Taehyung is comfortable doing it with you.

Taehyung exhales, nodding his head, “ Yeah no faces.” His heart beats faster as he looks at your feet.

***

“ Let me wash my feet one more time,” you go get up to use the bathroom one more time. Taehyung tugs you back down the bed. 

“ You already did it twice before you came to my room,” he lets out a chuckle. “ Don’t be nervous,” he sits on his chair. He grabs your foot gently placing it on his thigh. Large hands rubbing your ankle to calm you down. “ I’ll give you a foot massage and we’ll go from there,” he says softly. There’s a different mood between the two of you. It’s not like the usual playful mood that you guys have. It's heavier, if that makes sense.

Nodding your head, his big hands rub your feet. Rolling out any tension on the center of your foot, you sigh not used to this kind of attention in that area. His hands are like magic making all the stress on your foot disappear. At one point you close your eyes in relaxation feeling your body get lighter. Immediately your eyes open when you feel lips kissing your ankle, his soft lips leave a few more kisses as your eyes meet his dark eyes. Looking down you see a hard on “ Taehyung,” you whisper. He puts your foot back on his thigh, “ Should I start recording?,” you ask. Your hands shake, bringing his phone into your hands. 

Taehyung lets out a quiet hum, indicating for you to do so. You hold the phone tightly, pressing the record button. Last night you did some research looking at feet groping and you feel kind of confident. Hopefully, you don’t embarrass yourself or make Taehyung immediately walk out of the room. Your right foot teasingly goes up and down his thigh, looking carefully at Taehyung’s reaction. He lets out a groan when you get close to his bulge but goes to the other thigh doing the same action as before.

“ Baby please,” Taehyung's voice is hoarse. The pet name surprises you in a good way but you quickly remind yourself that he is only calling you that so your name won’t be exposed. His hand goes to your leg, running his fingers against your calf. Listening to his request you trail your foot to his bulge, lightly brushing the tip of your toes. He lets out a breathy exhale, looking down at your foot taunting him. 

You never thought you’d be into this, maybe it is the position. There’s some kind of power you hold as you get to dictate whether you should make him feel pleasure by the pressure of your foot. The way Taehyung’s breath quickens when you apply more pressure, his eyes giving you a sultry look. Your foot applies more pressure, toes spreading feeling the outline of his bulge. Doing slow circles, trying to feel more of him. His hand tightens on your leg, “ Fuck, right there,” Taehyung closes his eyes for a quick second. The hardness of his cock turns you on, you feel the thickness of it beneath your foot and you know he probably has a big cock. 

“ Does my foot feel good, baby?” You condescendly ask. His eyes look into yours surprise of your tone and question. His jaw clenching, looking hot and bothered, a new look that you want to store in your memory. “ Look at you getting turned on just by my foot,” you tsk in disappointment. Applying more pressure you arch your eyebrow still expecting an answer from him.

Taehyung hisses in pleasure, “ Yeah, your foot feels good,” he tosses his head when you rub your foot harder up and down his clothed cock. “ It feels to fucking good,” he whispers more to himself.

“ Take your cock for me baby,” you command him. Taehyung gives you a face of relief immediately taking his cock out of his pants and briefs. And you were right about his cock being thick and big. Now you just want to feel it in your hands and your mouth, actually everywhere. The precum is leaking, begging to be touched. The heel of your foot meets his hard cock, and he flinches but then immediately going back to your touch. “ Spit on it,” you look down, indicating Taehyung to spit on his cock.

He groans loud at your assertion, not used to this. Taehyung never sees this side of you, having a higher authority. You're usually compliant and listen to whatever he wants to do. He follows your words, spitting on his cock, as he watches your two feet come together cupping the thickness of his cock. Jerking him up and down.“ Shit shit,” he curses at himself for wanting to come right now.

“ It’s not even my pussy and you're already a moaning mess,” you chuckle to yourself. His eyes are downcast to the slow movement of your feet. The small breathy moans are getting louder, and you love the sound of it. 

If your feet are this good he can’t imagine what your pussy would feel like. He wants to desperately ask if he can fuck it later but he puts his thoughts away trying not to moan your name loudly. The movements get faster and he thinks this is the fastest time he has ever come. “ I’m going to come baby. Can I come please?”  He looks up at your face, and notices a dark gaze, and he wants to kiss the evil smirk off your face.

You wouldn’t be surprised if you creamed your pants right now at the sight of his begging and climaxing. “ Mmm, so soon?” You teasingly ask. Taehyung shamelessly nods, his hands clenching at nothing. “ Come all over my feet dirty boy,” your eyes watch carefully at his pretty bottom lip getting bitten by his teeth.

Before you know it Taehyung is tossing his head back, “ Fuck,” he lets out a loud drawl. His head Adam apple is bobbing and his pretty collar bones are getting more exposed. White spurts all over your feet and you keep fondling him until he holds your ankle in place. He finally looks down at the mess he made, surprised at how much he come.

You stop recording, placing the phone down the bed. There’s a towel next to you, you pull your feet towards you wiping the come off your feet. “ Can you kiss me?” Your head snaps to Taehyung’s question. His eyes don’t have the same lustful gaze but some hint of fondness. 

Nodding your head, you are about to kiss him until you realize that you ate sushi about an hour ago. Fearing that he probably can taste it from your mouth you pull back shaking your head. “ Let me brush my teeth real quick,” you try to walk to the bathroom. Until Taehyung laughs brightly pulling you back and pecking your lips softly.

The kiss makes you swoon and want to kiss him more but he pulls away too soon. “ Why did you want to kiss me?” You ask him not wanting to get your hopes high. But your heart is already beating hard because it’s Taehyung who kissed you.

“ I like you,” Taehyung shrugs nonchalantly. “ Why did you agree to kiss me?” He asks you while holding your hand.

“ I like you,” you do the same gesture as him. Taehyung smiles and leans towards your lips and you clothes your eyes expecting a kiss until you feel him push you back. Opening your eyes you see him pull his shirt over his head, and you're surprised to his slightly defined chest and v line. 

“ Even when I annoy you and cause nothing but trouble for you?” Taehyung looks down at you biting his bottom lip, a nervous tick he has.

You smile bringing his large hand down, pecking it lightly, “ That’s the best part though,” then pulling him down to kiss him. 

[prof-peach]

My little kirlia loves to have tea in a garden, so I've been thinking of planting some flowers around a little table outside, I'm not very good at it myself though, and do tend to be forgetful. Any recommendations on easy to care, yet pretty flowers? Do any flowers/plants have special effects on Pokemon that I should be concern/excited about?

ok, so we had a little chat about the weather you get, and I now know you have cold-ish climates, but a good bit of sun, so this is what I can suggest for you and your dear partner, to get the most out of your garden without too much work.  SO, first things first, Grasses. They come in so many shapes and forms, all different colours, heights and can often tough out even the most bitter winter. The only real work I find you have to do with ornamental grasses is at the very end of winter, cut them back to the ground, and they’ll grow back nice and lush come spring when the sun starts to shine. People cut these grasses down quickly because they see them as scruffy, but I encourage you to avoid this, as the grass itself is so important to small bug types, and feeding bird pokemon who need nesting material, grubs to eat, and generally cover from predators. plus bonus, less work for you.

Grasses can create a privacy screen too, so if you're overlooked by neighbours, or your garden is very open and gets a lot of harsh wind, then plating tall tough grasses will not only give you incredible textures, but also some well deserved cover from prying eyes or bitter winds. They also help smaller less tough plants shelter, and can help keep the other things you plant in the space safer. They naturally clump and spread, and you really don’t have to do much other than sit back and watch their beautiful seed heads blow in the wind, creating movement, sound, and giving a great depth of texture to any garden. Plus who doesn't like to see sweet little pidgey feeding on seeds?

Pampas Grass: Super tall, beautiful foliage, real winners, Extra tough plants. ^

Zebra Grass, tall, dense, beautiful stripes, easy and tough ^

for a more Tropical vibe, perhaps try some bamboo ^

 some folks are nervous about it because its fast growing and harder to control, you can stop its spread by planting in containers, OR putting bamboo into the ground, but line where you want it to grow with pond liner, a thick durable plastic, that the plant will struggle to grow through. If you plant a few in a lined trench, they'll fill that space in no time, giving you a thick wall of tough evergreen grass, that literally can be left all year round. makes for pretty foliage in cut flower mixes too.

Ok thats the backdrop laid out for you, now the fun stuff and colour! So heres some of my favs, which i know come in a range of variants.

 ^ Hardy Hibiscus, a shrub, known for their reds, whites, pinks and purples, and yellows, with lovely foliage and a mass of flowers big enough for the combee, cutifly and even butterfree to frequent. they arent overly sweet smelling but very pretty and need little care once established. You can even plant them in pots and they’d be pretty happy if you just feed them.

Hydrangea ^, known for pinks and purples, blues, and whites, their flowers (when not fed specific colouration feed) will change based on how acidic or alkali your soil is. If you want the flowers to not change colour, then get a white one (which is far prettier in my opinion haha). The white ones don’t change colour and will stay no matter your soil type. You can get special feed for them to keep them a certain colour, but its a bit of a faff and not for everyone. these plants can be delicate (see Hydrangea ‘limelight’, or ‘bluebird’) or bold and big (Hydrangea ‘big daddy’ or ‘annabelle’). Should you have a wall and some cash to splash, you can even get a climbing Hydrangea, which is quite stunning.

^ Lilac. Tough, easy to care for, and SO sweet smelling you’d think you’d died and gone to heaven. They come in whites, pinks and purples mostly, and have a robust nature you’d not expect from such a sweet smelling thing. I cannot stress how good and tough these plants are, and once established they can get incredibly aged and majestic. 

These shrubs can be controlled to be small, or left to turn to large shrubs, depending on the space you're working with. I would advise putting in your larger plants first, then slowly adding smaller bits, as the big stuff creates the frame for your garden, its like putting bones in first, to support and hold together the spaces form.

after this, its all down to small floral bits. you mentioned tropical vibes up top, so i’d say go for some greens in there too, ferns and large leaved hostas are pretty cold tolerant (hostas can also flower which is lovely), and give a real feel for depthy jungle and texture, and the more green you get, the more the flowers pop against it.

for ground cover and softer smaller plants, think hardy Geraniums, maybe some hardy shrub Fuchias, a personal fav for its fearless defiance to the cold is Erysimum, and then you have age old winners like Aquilegia, Yarrow, and Scabiosa. Do a google, check out the options and hopefully head to your local nursery to pick a few bits up. i’d suggest planting up when the ground doesn't get frost in the morning, to give your new plants the best chance. water whatever you plant into the ground thoroughly once, and only do so again should you get a particularly hot summer day. 

All the plants i’ve mentioned are tough as old boots if you make sure they're ‘Hardy’ thats the word to look on labels with anything you plan to put in. There aren't any plants that I know of that affect the Ralts line thoroughly AND fit the vibe you were gong for that we discussed, but i do know they're easily calmed by scented plants, so go to a local centre, or even public gardens and take some time to smell the flowers. If they plant it in your local park, and your pokemon enjoys it, chances are it can survive your weather and rough soil type. I find the Ralts line is very in tune with their trainers, and so if you enjoy the garden, if you like the sound of the grass in the wind, or the smell of the flowers, or buzz of combee floating by, then they'll join in and be content.

You mentioned your Kirlia likes tea? grab some mint and pop that in a pot for her, don’t put it in the ground, it goes wild and rampant. Also Chamomile is a rather hardy plant to have, and she may enjoy to learn the process of caring for and using that delicious little herby plant. It has sweet daisy flowers and does well in sunny spots or pots, and smells divine, some people even use it as an alternative for a lawn.

Pleeeeeease let me know how it goes, and if any of these names or phrases seem daunting, I am here to help, and can promise you i’ve given pretty easy starting points, and ALL of these plants can handle being in containers or in the dirt, in exposed positions, and none need rigorous feeding or care, other than the odd water, and the dead flowers trimmed off. If you get stuck message in, Gardening is kind of my vibe, and i’d hate to think you’d get a little overwhelmed. Plants move so slowly, you get a lot of time to fix issues and mistake (i know i make a lot of them haha) and they're also very forgiving, so don’t feel like you have to know a lot to get started, its a hobby that gets us outdoors, and brings great joy when the things we care for flower and give results, and we can learn from our decisions if they should fail and die. 

GOOD LUCK!

[lazychickensoup]

i really don’t know what this is but single dad bokuto is fun fosho

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“Bokuto I had so much fun tonight. The pier was a great choice.” you smile up at your boyfriend. He has a lazy smirk on his lips and his eyes scan over all your features just adoring the person in front of them.

“Yeah, I had an amazing night as well y/n.” his smile fades a little. He looked as if he was hesitant to tell you something.

“Bo? Are you okay?” you reach up to hold his face. He takes a few seconds before taking a deep breath and kissing your hand.

“Yeah, I just need to tell you something but I don’t know-how. I feel kind of bad for keeping a secret for the past two months.” he sighs. You hug him reassuringly and he wraps his arms around you tightly.

“I promise whatever it is I can handle it. We’re adults Bo, I’m not gonna go crazy.” you squeal as he picks you up to where you are now looking down on him. You both share a long kiss before he breaks away.

“Alright, is it okay if I bring you back to my house?”

“Are you trying to make a move on me? It’s gonna be the first time I'm at your house.” you joke.

“No no of course not baby.” he laughs and carry’s you back to the car.

You two drove a while to his house, not to your surprise it was very nice. You’d expect that from a professional volleyball player though. Bokuto nudges your arm, you turn to him and he gives you a quick kiss. His eyes were full of worry and he was fidgeting with his hands. You place your hands on his stroking you thumb across his knuckles. After he clamed down he led you up to the front door. His keys jingled as he was unlocking the door and you could hear tiny taps on the ground from inside. Then a thought came to mind. On your first date you had told him that you didn’t like dogs because they make your anxiety bad. You thought cute that he was worried about upsetting you over something as small as this. When he opened the door a little girl wearing his MSBY jersey on.

“Daddy! You came home eary!” the little girl jumped in his arms he picks her up and swings her around. She giggles happily hugging his neck.

Daddy, huh. Out of all the things I was expecting, this was the last of them.

One of Bokutos friends, Akaashi, walked from behind the door and greeted us. He got on to the little girl for going outside with out his permission and talked to Bokuto for a little while.

“Thank you so much for babysitting Akaashi. You remember Y/n right?” He looks over to me and smiles and softly.

“Of course, it’s good to have someone else babysit Bokuto for a little while. You three have a nice night.” He says walking back to his car. We all wave goodbye as he drives away.

“Daddy who’s that?” the child ask. Bokuto turns his body to face you so she could get a better look. You smile at her sweetly and wave but she shys away in her father arms.

“Bug this is y/n. Her and daddy have been hanging out alot recently and I wanted you to meet her.” Bokuto explainssteping closer to you. “Y/n this is Akemi, my daughter…” he look at you with hopeful eyes searching for a positive response. You carefully put your hand on Akemis back rubbing it slowly.

“It’s nice to meet you Akemi.” she lifts her head up at you looking back to Bokuto and you a few times. She plays with her fingers nervously just like Bokuto does. You study her smaller hands and her other facial feature. She looked just like Bokuto, almost like a twin.

“It’s nice me meet you too Miss Y/n. Are you the reason why Uncle akaashi keeps coming over to watch me?” You and Bo laugh, he pats her hair ruffling it.

“How about we go inside and I can explain okay bug?” she nods her head andn Bo leads you into the house. When entering the living room you saw blankets strategically held up and pillows making a walk way. Akemi jumps down from her dad’s arms and runs over to the fort.

“Look daddy! Me and Uncle ‘Kasshi made a fort!” she proudly yells. Bo chuckles at his daughters random burst of confidence. He sits you on the couch and places Akemi in his lap.

“Okay i’m gonna tell you whats going on but remember…”

“...the ugly words stay in my head. I know daddy.” she finishes his sentence for him. Bokuto was surprisingly very mature with his daughter. You could already tell that he was a great father. Though you were still a little in shock that he had one because that means she has a mother as well.

“Good job. Okay so, me and Y/n have been...going on dates. This is daddys girlfriend. Okay?” he speaks slowly, like she was going to explode if he said the wrong thing.

She sat and thought for a moment both of us scared, then she finally gasped and yelled.

“EW DO YOU TWO KISS AND STUFF THATS GROSSSSS!” We both erupt into laughter to the point where we were tearing up. I take her hand and whisper to her.

“Of course we don’t boys are stinking and gross.” she giggles and crawls into my lap.

“So what do you do then?”

“We go on some dinner dates. Sometimes your daddy will surprise me and take me somewhere fun like the movies.” I explain.

“Ohh can I come next time? I wanna see the new Kitty Force 2!”

“Well Miss Akemi I don’t see a problem with it if your daddy doesn’t.” she turn to him quickly wiht a pleading face.

“Please daddy. Can I go on a date with you and Miss Y/n? I promise I’ll be super good and clean up my toys.”

“Of course baby. It’s time for you to go to bed though it’s already 9:30.” Bokuto lifts her up and kisses her cheek which she does back to him. I wave goodnight and wait patently while they get ready for bed.

About ten minutes later Bokuto comes back into the living room. He tells me that Akemi wanted me to tuck her in tonight because she had something important to tell me. I tuck her in while Bo stands in the door. Akemi pulls on my sleeve and I turn my head. She rubs her sleepy eyes and sits up again to grab something from under her pillow. She takes out a handmade braclet and hands it to me.

“What’s this for?” I ask as she slips it onto my wrist.

“It’s a present because you make daddy happy and that makes me happy.” She lays back down looking up at me. “We are gonna be best friends okay? So we can have lots of playdates.”

“Yes ma’am. Goodnight Akemi.”

You and Bokuto head back to the living room. You sit in his lap as he just gazes down. Again he isn’t speaking his mind. You lift his head up with your fingers placing a gentle kiss on his lips. “Bo, don’t be so paranoid. I love her already. This doesn’t change anything about us okay?”

He lets out a relieved sigh and relaxes against the couch. Every negative thought he’s had for the past couple of weeks about you two meet had fled his mind.

“So, tell me more about her.” you say rolling over to get your own seat on the couch. His eyes widened at the thought of rambling about his little girl.

“Well she is 5 years old. Me and her mom met in college but when she found out she was pregnant she didn’t want anything to do with her so she left her to me. I haven't heard from her since. I think I'm doing a fine job though. She’s so sweet and funny. She wants to be a volleyball player just like me so we go out and practice on my days off. She’s terrible right now but I know she’ll get there one day. Akemi is my whole world. That’s why I was so nervous about you two meeting. I love you and all but if you two didn’t get along…I just have to put her before anyone, but I really didn’t want to lose you.”

His face held a saddened expression while yours held shock. Out of the 6 months you were dating you had never heard Bokuto tell you that he loved you. You didn’t say it either just out of fear that he would say he’s not there yet.

“You love me?” Bokutos eyes grew as the realization of what he said hit him. His face burned a bright pink.

“I- Well um yes. I’m sorry if it was too soon it just kinda came out.”

“I love you too, Bokuto. And I promise that I'm gonna love that little girl as much as you do.”

He smiled wide and fell onto your chest hugging your torso tightly. You both fell asleep like that in each other's brace. Only to be woke up in the morning by the paw patrol theme song.