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vampiricstoryteller · 15 days ago

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I Only Have Eyes 42

Hey! Omg y’all I’m so nervous about this fic. It’s finally time for me to start this Richter x Annette x Alucard journey I’ve been wanting to go on. Here is the first of three chapters, I really hope y’all like it.

Summary: Annette does not want to be paired with Richter Belmont for this philosophy project. She would rather sweep the ocean floor. Richter has no real opinion on philosophy but Annette has captured his attention in a way no one has in a long time. Adrian, just loves making pizza and wants his friend(and lover) to be happy. The three of them together brings about a love none of them were truly prepared for.

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All mistakes are my own

Warnings: cursing, smut thoughts, implications, polyamory

Chapter One: Double the Fun, Triple the Time for Love

Annette is vaguely aware of Richter Belmont, because they have Philosophy of Humanity together on Mondays, Wednesdays and alternating Fridays. It’s a year long class worth double the credits with less than twenty students. How could she not at the very least, know his name?

He sits two rows behind her, in the same spot, to the left and usually wears a royal blue hoodie with an emblem on it she had to ask a friend for clarification on.

“Oh, thats his family’s legacy.” Edouard told her right around Halloween. The two of them knee deep in alterations for a costume party they were going to.

“Richter’s family can be traced back centuries over in Europe. London specifically.” Edouard explained further. “They provided a lot of weapons during the wars, then his great great grandfather pivoted towards politics and they’ve been untouchable since.”

Annette took the clump of information in stride. Old British Money was not something she ever wanted to get mixed up with. She’d rather sweep the ocean floor than ever have to be in the same room as a Prime Minister.

She must sit with what her friend tells her for too long because he smirks later that night when they part ways, and gives her one final bit of information.

“Rumor that went around for a while was that Richter and his grandfather Juste basically hate each other, but they both love Richter’s mother Julia, Juste’s daughter, so they comprised by giving him space over here in America but paying the way for it.”

Besides what Edouard tells her, and she seriously wonders how deeply her friends web of information runs, Annette knows next to nothing about The Belmont Family line and as an exchange student, she has no real interest in learning about families with old money. It’s not like they were going to give any of that money to her.

So Annette brushes him from her mind. She’s trying to earn back to back degrees with no break while pay half the tuition out of pocket, there’s barely enough hours in the day for herself; her thoughts about Richter are nonexistent.

Until they’re paired together for a project thats worth their entire grade.

It’s the second day back from winter vacation when their Philosophy professor hands out a thick packet and explains that after covering the basics during first semester, it’s now time to learn how to apply the information in real life.

“You’ll find your partners name on the inside flap, please use today’s class time to introduce yourselves and compare schedules.” Dr. Higsmen says, his stubby hands folded on the podium. “You should be meeting three times or more a week. We’ll start presentations on May 1st.”

Annette flips her packet open and stares down at the name listed underneath hers.

Richter Belmont

Her left eye twitches, she can feel the headache forming underneath her temples already and Annette has just started contemplating if it’ll look bad for her to ask to a new partner when a shadow appears over her shoulder. She closes her eyes for a second, takes a deep breath then turns and tilts her head up.

He is, quite possibly, the most handsome man she’s ever seen. Tall and lean, pretty blue eyes, dark hair that he actually knew how to comb and long fingers that are tapping rhythmically on his packet; Richter smiles down at her nervously.

“Hi, you’re Annette, right?”

She blinks then nods slowly, lifting her backpack from the seat next to her. “That’s me.”

“Cool,” he flashes her a smile as he pulls the chair out a bit and sits next to her. “I’m Richter, it’s nice to officially meet you.”

He extends one of his hands to her, his blue eyes searching over her and her desk while she eyes him warily before she puts down her pen and lets her hand slide into his.

His skin is softer than Annette could have ever expected it to be. There are callouses, of course, and a lot of them but his long boney fingers are soft to the touch and she barely keeps her thumb from stroking the back of his hand.

“Nice to meet you too.” She murmurs, ducking her head when he lets go of her.

“You’re new here aren’t you?”

He sounds genuinely curious so Annette nods, keeping her eyes from rolling. “Yes, I was accepted into the exchange program.”

“Oh nice,” Richter smiles, his face turning thoughtful as he adds on. “Your accent sounds very island based, maybe Dominican or Haitian?”

Annette blinks in surprise, ever since arriving at the end of last summer she has heard the same misplacement of her accent over and over. They all automatically assumed she was from Jamaica, which was ridiculous when one actually thought about it. But if Annette was learning anything in America it was that most people don’t put real thought into anything that doesn’t directly benefit them.

Her accent was just a placeholder in small talk, a tidbit of trivia they all wanted to tuck away and use later when they thought it would come in handy. It didn’t actually matter where she was from, just her not being American was enough for most of them to decide if she was useful or not.

And Annette made sure that she was not.

It’s Richter’s tone, however, that keeps the warning bells from ringing through her mind. He sounds……pensive, like he’s truly thinking about where she’s from. And not for any means to an end, just to know. Which was, new…..

Annette clears her throat, mentally shaking herself.

“I’m from Haiti, yes.” She narrows her eyes a bit, trying to remain playful. “You’ve been there before?”

Richter nods, “Once when I was a kid. My grandfather took me when he had a business trip there.” He tilts his head as if remembering.

“And?” Annette prompts, letting one hand rest against her cheek. “What did you think of it?”

“It was beautiful, I was only ten so I couldn’t leave the hotel a lot but I remember the food being amazing.” Richter taps one finger on top of his packet, his blue eyes flickering over to her. “I remember the people were very nice and everywhere smelled amazing, like the earth and warm clay.”

Annette watches him reminisce, a very clear memory playing in his mind judging by the way he subtly jerks and then his cheeks tinge pink.

“Sorry.” Richter reaches back and scratches at his neck. “That must sound weird as hell.”

Annette laughs, surprised at both herself and him.

“No, no it’s alright. I understand what you mean. It does have a very earthy aroma.” She picks at her fingers. “I think it’s one of the things I miss most.”

A beat passes between them, not uncomfortable exactly but there’s definitely a shift from the casual pleasantries. Annette clears her throat and taps on her packet,

“So, uhm, when’s a good time for you for us to start meeting up?”

Richter shrugs, leaning back in the chair until the front legs come off the ground. “Whenever is good for me honestly, do you have a busy schedule?”

“Kinda?” Annette glances at him. “I work a lot but I’m pretty sure I can talk to my boss about it,”

At his curious look; Annette waves dismissively. “I work in the school library, most the time it’s just me sitting there studying and doing nothing. They always tell me I can take time for school work but this is my first actual project so,”

Richter nods, “okay good to know, do you think it’ll be cool for me to join in the library sometimes?”

“I don’t see why not.” She replied.

He reaches into the pocket pouch of his hoodie, pulling out a phone. “Wanna swap numbers? Or instas?”

Annette grabs her own phone from the front zipper on her backpack. “I’m not on social media.” She says unlocking the screen and pulling up the numbers keypad. “So number, if you don’t mind.”

They trade phones, Annette feeling heat rise in her cheeks at how sleek and new his is compared to her cracked screen, duct tapped to hell one. Richter doesn’t seemed bothered by it at all, he taps his number in and makes his own contact. She does the same, unsure if putting her full name is presumptuous or leaving it with just her first is vain.

She decides on her full name, quickly typing it out and hitting save. Annette hands the phone back to its owner, taking hers and putting it back in her bag without even looking at the screen.

Richter taps at his phone for a second, seemingly texting someone back before he puts the device away and turns his blue eyes back to her.

“Do you have any other classes today?” He asks, flipping through the first few pages of his packet. He produces a pen, seemingly out of nowhere, and begins underlining things on the pages before him.

“No but I’ve got to work from 2pm til 8 tonight.” Annette sighs, already exhausted by the long hours she’ll be sitting in that backless chair at the checkout counter.

“Wanna get lunch together then?” Richter asks casually. “We can start brainstorming for our project, get ahead of everyone else.”

Annette blinks and says uncertainly, “Sure, that sounds good.”

He glances at her, “I know a place, has great pizza. It’ll be my treat.”

“Oh you don’t have to—.” Annette starts, shaking her head but Richter only looks to the clock on the wall and nods to himself.

“Come on, we can get there early and be first in line.” He swings his backpack up into his lap and puts his packet inside.

Annette tilts her head at all the different pins that are hooked into the sturdy fabric of his bag. She sees his family emblem immediately but there’s numerous others, different causes, brands, pop culture references and though she can’t place them all she finds the display of individualism somewhat endearing.

Richter looks down at his bag, chuckling a bit. “Oh yeah, I always forget I have so many pins on here.”

Annette smiles. “They’re cool, where’d you get them?”

“My sister got a button maker for Christmas like three years ago and hasn’t stopped since.” Richter says, shaking his head. “She gives them out like candy now.”

Annette nods, putting her packet away as well. She glances around the room, noticing that most of the other pairs have already left. She stands when Richter does, putting on her coat, hiking her backpack up over her shoulder and looking at him expectantly.

He grins at her, “Let’s get outta here.”

Dr. Higsmen bids them a good day as they pass him, packing away his papers into his briefcase.

“Off to Alucard’s then?” The hefty man asks.

Richter nods, opening the classroom door for Annette. Over her head he smiles at their professor and says,

“I always try to get the first slice of the day at least three times a week.” He puffs his chest out proudly. “It’s basically my job at this point.”

Dr. Higsmen laughs, something Annette’s not sure she’s ever heard him do, and waves them on.

“Be sure to tell him hello.”

Richter calls out a goodbye over his shoulder but as they walk down the hall he turns his attention to Annette.

“You like pizza right? I should have asked. Although he does offer other stuff too.” Richter taps his chin. “There are these stuffed garlic knots that will really blow your mind.”

Annette raises both eyebrows, “Pizza is good, as are garlic knots but I’m not that hungry.”

Richter glances at her, at the end of the hall he pulls open the door that leads to the buildings parking lot and motions for her to go first.

“It’s alright, whatever you don’t eat I definitely will.”

It’s a nice day outside, the sun has managed to break up the winter clouds and shines down on the left over snow that remains on the grass from days ago. Annette’s still not exactly used to the snow, it is very pretty but the novelty of it wore off after the second time she slipped on ice.

“Come on, we can take my car.” Richter says stepping into the wet slush of ice that awaits them.

Annette chuckles, “good cause mind doesn’t arrive for a good forty minutes or so.”

When Richter looks back at her in confusion, Annette pointedly stares at the bus stop where a few other students stand waiting for it.

“Right, sorry, dumb of me to assume everyone has a car.” He says shaking his head.

Annette chuckles, raising her hands. “Don’t worry about it.”

When they reach his car, a grey Ford Ranger, she blinks at the sheer size of it. One wheel alone is almost as tall as she is.

“Here, one second I gotta move some stuff around.” Richter says quickly fishing the keys from his jeans.

The truck chirps and he yanks the passenger door open. Annette wakings patiently, her hands shoved into the pockets of her coat as Richter tossed a duffel bag, gym shoes and two more hoodies in the back. He pats the dark colored seat then steps back and offers a hand to her.

“It’s a bit of a up step.” He explains when she raises her eyebrows. “Trust me, you wouldn’t be the first person to fall out of my truck. Maria does all the time.”

Annette chuckles, letting her hand slide into his again. She keeps her eyes on her feet as she climbs into the imposing vehicle. The step up is pretty large, enough to throw her off balance about halfway; Richter’s hand tightens around hers though and he lifts her when her legs fail her.

“All good?” He asks once she’s slid into the seat and their hands disconnect.

“Why is it so high off the ground?” Annette asks exasperated.

Richter chuckles, “Tall people problems, don’t worry you’ll get used to it.”

He shuts the door before Annette can reply, leaving her to force a blush down while he casually walks around the front of the truck to the drivers side. Her eyes track him the entire way, searching his face for any kind of break in his cool demeanor.

When he gets into the truck, Annette rolls her eyes at him not having to jump or or climb; his legs are long enough that he doesn’t even seem to need the step assistance already at the bottom of the door.

“You ready to try the best pizza you’ll ever have?” Richters excitedly, starting the truck and throwing it into reverse.

Annette laughs softly, relaxing back against the dark seats. “I will be the judge of that.”

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It only take about 10 minutes to reach Richter’s destination. He takes her through the back streets, telling her about how much he hates Main Street because it’s full of nothing but tourist attractions and showing her little connecting alleys that she can always use if she’s running late.

Annette finds that she enjoys hearing about the town from the perspective of someone who was basically a local.

“When did you move here?” She asks when they come to the last stop light before the plaza they’re going to.

“Officially four years ago but, my family came to this town for vacation every summer since before I was born.” Richter shrugs, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel. “My great grandmother was born and raised here, so my family always tried to come back.”

Annette nods, filing the information away under the mental folder she’d created tilted ‘The Belmonts’ and turning her attention to the plaza he’s turning into.

The plaza is fairly small, there’s only seven places of business in total and a small play area for children that only has a jungle gym and two swings. Richter turns into the second section of parking spaces and Annette sits forward a bit to look up at the restaurant.

It’s sign is elegant and in neat cursive, braced on awning of the plaza to look as if the name is double outlined.

‘Alucard’s Pizzería and Wines.’

Annette tilts her head to the side, her nose scrunching a bit as she eyes the outdoor patio and the dark interior design thats visible from the storefront window.

“You don’t like wine?” Richter asks curiously, shutting the truck off and popping open the middle console.

“I have no real opinion on it.” Annette shrugs.

“Oh he’ll love that.” Richter snickers, he stuffs a simple black wallet into his jean pocket and turns his bright blue eyes to her. “You have your passport, right?”

Annette nods, patting her backpack between her feet. “I am not from here; of course I have my passport with me.”

Richter grins, “Let’s go then, im starving.”

Annette has to literally leap from the truck but she manages to land squarely on her feet; her combat boots kicking up a bit of slush at the impact. Slinging her backpack over her shoulder, Annette shuts the stupidly heavy truck door and joins Richter at the front.

“So, you and this Alucard are friends?” She asks as they walk towards the glass doors, their steps in sync.

Richter laughs, “Yes. He is a friend of my family. His dad and my grandfather were army friends.” He pulls open the glass doors for her, smiling down at her when her shoulder brushes his chest. “And Alucard is a nickname; his actual name is—“

“Shouldn’t you be in class?”

Annette startles slightly, blinking her eyes rapidly to adjust in the sudden dimness of the restaurant. About few feet away stands a man, his hands on his hips as he awaits an answer from Richter.

He steps towards them and Annette feels her eyes widen, her breath disappearing from her lungs. If she’d thought Richter was handsome beyond belief, his friend of the family is an angel from above. Long straw yellow hair that’s currently tied up into a bun at the crown of his head, his golden eyes flicker between the two of them curiously despite the disapproving frown on his very very pale face.

“I did go to class! We got our project partners and Mr. Higsmen told us to go get acquainted with each other.” Richter says defensively. “He says to tell you hi by the way.”

He steps behind Annette and puts both hands on her shoulders, guiding her closer to his friend.

“This is my philosophy projects partner, Annette.” Richter sounds proud, though she can’t even begin to ponder what for. “Annette, this is my best friend, Adrian.”

She watches as the blonde rolls his eyes before he steps to them and bows his head deeply to her. He offers a hand, holding Annette’s one in both of his once she reaches out.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Annette.” He says with a smile that could melt iron. “I’m sorry for your unfortunate luck in project partners.”

Annette lets out a laugh, a real one, while Richter squeezes her shoulders and sticks out his tongue.

“Now is that any way to treat your first paying customers of the day?” He steers Annette towards one of the booths near the kitchen door.

“I never make you pay Richter.” Adrian calls after them.

He lets Annette choose which side of the booth she wants to sit on, sliding into the seat across from her with practiced ease. She puts her backpack between herself and the wall, folding her hands on top of the table as she looks around.

“First impressions?” Richter asks, his tone light but Annette can see the genuine worry in his eyes.

She smiles, shrugging one shoulder. “They’re good so far, he owns this place? He seems kind of young to already have his own restaurant.”

“Adrian’s going to be thirty this year.” Richter snickers. “He’s practically an old man.”

“Ah yes, thirty the year of mortality rate, in the stone ages.” The blond deadpans as he approaches the table and lays out two menus, he rests his hip against the back of the bench Richter’s sat in. “So much older compared to your baby like wonder of twenty four.”

Annette watches the two of them over the top of her menu as they descend into a battle of banter. She can see immediate fondness between them, Richter looks up at Adrian with adoration in his gaze despite the jokes flying from his mouth. And Adrian, gives as good as he gets, verbally baiting Richter with little quips until he ends their conversation by tugging on the tuffs of hair around the younger man’s ear.

“What’s your favorite kind of pizza, Miss Annette?” He asks turning his golden gaze to her.

“Ugh please, it’s just Annette.” She scrunches her nose. “I’m twenty three, not thirty three.”

Richter bursts into laughter while Adrian blinks in momentary surprise. He reaches up and pulls hard on Richter’s hair again. “You’re so hyena like today, Richter. Shut up.”

He looks back towards the dark skinned woman and nods, “Annette then, favorite kind of pizza?”

“Pepperoni and black olives.” Annette shrugs. “Weird I know, but I love it.”

“No weirder than this nut job.” Adrian shrugs and tilts his chin at Richter. “When he was a kid he would only eat pizza with macaroni as the topping.”

“Hey!” Richter protests when Annette sticks out her tongue in disgust. “I was a growing boy and needed the nourishment!”

Adrian pats the top of his head. “It’s okay Richter, we’re not judging you.”

“Oh I definitely am.” Annette grins.

Adrian laughs, “you’re going to fit right in Annette.” He pushes away from the booth, the bell above the front door jingling to signal the arrival of new customers. “I’ll bring out some cheese garlic knots, and start your pizzas.”

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Richter hadn’t been lying. Adrian’s pizza was the best Annette had ever had. Hot, thick and gooey with extra cheese; Annette devours the personal one he sits in front of her about twenty minutes after he brings them garlic knots and Arnold Palmer’s.

She’s never had a pizza so deeply rich yet not greasy at all. Even the cheese stuffed garlic knots, slathered with butter, don’t leave much of a stain on the napkin she uses throughout the meal.

It’s very impressive.

As she and Richter eat, they decide to try and meet up twice during each week and once over the weekends up until it’s time to present their project.

“I can always pick you up from work and stuff,” Richter offers. “Do you stay in the student dorms?”

“Yes, but the ones not on campus.” Annette says, “you know the ones that are supposed to replicate real adult life.”

“Except for the RA’s are constantly prowling the halls like vigilantes.” Richter chuckles. “Yes I do know those dorms.”

“They’re the worst.” She sighs shaking her head.

“It’s okay, we can always hang at my place or here. Adrian won’t mind.” Richter says with a firm nod.

As if summoned by Richter’s thoughts alone, the blond appears at their table momentarily.

“Do you guys want dessert?” He asks, a sizzling pizza balanced over his shoulder.

Richter motions towards Annette. “You want a slice of cake?”

She shakes her head, pulling her phone from her backpack. “My shift is gonna start soon.” Glancing at the digital clock on the screen she relaxes at bit when she realizes it’s only 1:15. “Maybe next time?”

Adrian smiles at her, “I have the feeling we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other Annette, so I’ll hold you to that.”

He excuses himself to go drop off the pizza to the family of four waiting. Across from Annette, Richter stuffs the last bit of crust from his own pizza into his mouth. It puffs his cheeks out exaggeratedly and she can’t help the smile the creeps onto her lips.

In her hand, her phone vibrates and the screen lights up to show that Edouard has texted her.

Edouard: still need a ride to work?

Annette blinks, she’d forgotten that originally her plan was to go back to the dorm after philosophy and take a much needed nap. Obviously those plans had been completely derailed.

Annette: yes but I’m not at the dorms. I’m at Alucard’s pizza place. is that too out of the way?

Edouard texts back before she can even close their messages out.

Edouard: I’ll be there in 15 :)

Annette hearts his message in thanks before locking the screen and pulling her attention back to Richter. He’s munching on a left over garlic knot, trying not to watch her but clearly failing as their eyes meet the moment she raises hers.

“Everything okay?” He asks quietly.

“Yeah, my friend was just asking if I still needed a ride. He’s on his way,” Annette explains, sipping at the watered down left overs of her drink. “We work the same shift on Mondays and Wednesdays.”

Richter nods, “That’s cool, I wouldn’t have minded dropping you back off.”

Annette waves dismissively. “It’s out of your way, I’m sure you’d rather hang out with Adrian.”

Richter snorts, glances around the restaurant. “I see him all the time.”

She smiles, “I’ll let you take me back next time.”

Richter grins at her, nodding in agreement. They clean up their table for Adrian, stacking the plates and wiping the surface down. The blond looks incredibly grateful when he passes by them next, snagging the stacked plates with one hand and carding the other hand through Richter’s hair.

Annette catches the faint blush spread across Richter’s cheek and she glances over her shoulder towards the kitchen doors that Adrian disappeared behind. Her mind attempting to fit together the puzzle pieces that have fallen into her lap today.

In her lap, Edouard’s text alerts her to the fact that he’s pulling up and Annette begins shrugging her coat back on. Richter stands when she does, insisting on walking her out of the restaurant.

The smile on her friends face is blinding when he sees her exist the pizzeria.

“Oh,” Richter says happily. “I didn’t know you and Edouard knew each other.”

“Heeeeyyyyy Richter!”

He bends at the waist and waves to the other boy. “Hey Edouard, long time no see.”

Annette rolls her eyes, shaking her head as she sighs out dramatically. “Why am I not surprised, how do you know him?”

“We had three classes together freshman year.” Richter shrugs. “He’s a good dude.”

She hikes her bag up higher on her shoulder, “He is, when I got here last semester I didn’t have any friends and he went out of his way to hang out with me.”

“Yeah that sounds like him.” Richter chuckles, he gently bumps her arm with his own. “Well I hope I can be added to your exclusive friends list this semester.”

Annette blinks, heat burning her cheeks. She’s unsure what to say, should she confirm that she already thinks of them as friends after only one study session where they got basically no studying done? Or would that be too weird?

A beat of silence passes between them and Annette steps back, chewing on her lip. “I’ll uh, text you later I guess?”

“Yeah definitely! Ha—Have a good shift at work.” Richter steps back too. “Thanks for having lunch with me, Annette.”

She nods, waving to him. “See you, Richter.”

They turn from each other, Richter going back inside the pizzeria and Annette ducks into Edouard’s car. To his credit, her friend has kept relatively silent but the moment she closes the door, he reaches over and smacks her arm twice before grabbing the sleeve of her coat and shaking her in excitement.

“Bitch! Not you getting an invite to Richter’s safe space! Bitch!” His voice fills the inside of the car. “Ahhhhhhh! Bitch!”

“Edouard!” Annette laughs, trying to break away from his grip and failing. “Stop! He could still be watching! Go!”

Her friend complies with her wishes, pulling out of the parking space he parked crookedly in and turning in the direction of the college; his laughter and enthusiasm lasting long after they’d clocked in at the library.

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“Your new friend is very pretty.” Adrian comments to Richter later that night as the two men close up the pizza shop.

“Yeah, noticed did you?” Richter teases, placing the last few chairs upside down on their assigned tables.

“How could I not? You’ve never brought any girl here before.” Adrian says, watching Richter from the corner of his eye. He counts out the days profits slowly, making sure to not miss a single cent.

“There’s a first time for everything.” The younger man replies, making his way over to Adrian and hugging him from behind.

“Yes, there is.” Adrian pats Richter’s forearm across his stomach. “And I’m sure there are plenty more brewing in that chaotic mind of yours.”

“She’s different, not superficial and doesn’t care that my last name is Belmont.” Richter says defensively. “I want to be her friend.”

Adrian smirks, folding the days money into the bank envelope for the morning and waiting. Belmonts, very rarely had friends.

“And eventually I want to fuck her.”

The blond snorts. “There it is.”

Richter pinches his hip bone. “I saw you staring at her too, you want her just as much as I do.”

“Why are we having this conversation, Richter?” Adrian asks, twisting his torso so they can look at each other. “What’s your endgame here?”

“I thought you might like to join.”

Adrian blinks, pale eyebrows climbing up his even paler forehead.

“And what gave that impression?”

Richter smirks. “You hate olives on pizza.”

Adrian rolls his eyes. “It’s rude to comment on a customers food choices.”

“Never stopped you before.” Richter laughs, he reaches up and grips Adrian’s chin. “It could be a lot of fun.”

Their lips come together slowly, Richter’s slotting over Adrian’s and his tongue flicking out to run over the bottom lip he’d come to know so well.

It’d taken Richter a long time to convince the older man that he wanted to be affectionate towards him and it was genuine. They’d grown up together, went to school together, Adrian had been there when the problems with his grandfather started and he’d been waiting in America with open arms when Richter couldn’t take being a Belmont anymore. How could he have ever thought that Richter wouldn’t be somewhat seriously in love with him?

They’ve been trying out this friend’s with benefits thing for a little over a year and Richter always made sure that Adrian knew what he was thinking when it came to them. There were no secrets between. He’d never communicated with anyone as much as he did with Adrian. But he’d also never cherished the friendship of someone the way he did his with Adrian.

Neither of them expected it to last long, especially not after Richter has to take over the family business. But that’s at least another three years away, they have time.

“You cannot lie to her, about anything.” Adrian says firmly, the moment they pull apart. “Not about me, not about this, not about your intentions with her.”

“I won’t.” Richter promises. “She’s observant, I wouldn’t be surprised if she hasn’t already thought something’s going on between us.”

“Still, I don’t want you hurting people just for the sake of experience.” Adrian reaches up and cups Richter’s face. “She could be really good for you, don’t ruin it with something stupid.”

“For us.” Richter corrects kissing the inside of Adrian’s wrist. “She could be really good, for us.”

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It’s uncanny, the way Richter slips seamlessly into Annette’s life. As if he’d always been around and always been her friend. They text all the time, Richter quickly becoming the first person she speaks to in the morning and the last one to wish her sweet dreams at night. They text so much in fact that her phone graduates from backpack zipper pocket to her pant or jacket pockets at all time.

Richter rarely lets more than an hour pass between conversations and Annette, well, she looks forward to talking with him. Her heart beats faster every time she gets a notification with his name on it; he’s great at making her feel like she’s the only person in the world worth his attention.

After that first lunch at Alucard’s, Annette found more often than not she ended up tucked away in the same booth most days of the week. Between classes, work, homework and Edouard, she’s grateful to have the small space to escape to. Adrian had even been nice enough to extend an invitation to her stating that she could always come into his restaurant, even when Richter wasn’t there.

“Your seemingly never ending calm is always a nice change of pace from Richter’s constant energy.” He’d told her when she’d double checked if it was alright for her to hang out one lunch break while Richter met with his counselor.

He’d given her free refills and a slice of cake for the road when she finally packed up her stuff later that day.

Her best friend, is over the moon about the entire situation. Edouard has become not only an even closer friend, he’ll be addicted to the stuffed garlic knots before the month is over, but Annette’s biggest cheerleader in what he calls:

“The Pursuit of Belmont……And Friend”

No matter how hard she tried to emphasize that they are partners on an educational project, Edouard has already begun to plan her outfits for her and Richter’s first few dates. He sends Annette videos on different ways to do her makeup, helps her learn to thread her eyebrows and even started reading the relationship horoscopes for her sign, Richter’s and Adrian’s.

Annette would kill him if she didn’t appreciate his friendship so much.

It’s been three weeks since they got their philosophy packets, and the first Friday that Richter’s asked to meet up on. He’d texted her after his last class, knowing she still had close to an hour left in her lab and Annette responded like she usually did; insisting that she could catch the bus to meet him and that he didn’t have to wait.

She doesn’t even try to be upset when, an hour later, she steps out into the buildings parking lot and sees Richter relaxed in the driver seat of his ranger; waiting for her.

“How was class?” He asks when she approaches the driver side window.

“Good, learned a module while dissecting a rat.” Annette shrugs though she doesn’t move to walk around the truck like she usually would.

“What? Did something happen?” Richter asks, his blue eyes looking over her frame a few times. “You okay?”

“I just, need to go home and change.” Annette looks down at herself. “I smell like lab equipment and sterilized rat.”

Richter chuckles, starting up the truck. “Yeah I figured, come on I’ll take you to your dorm.”

Annette bites at her lip, the same question as always rising on her tongue.

“Are you—.”

“Yes, Annette.” Richter smiles, his eyes determined. “I’m sure, now get in. We can stop by the store on the way back and pick up a few things to make our study session more exciting tonight.”

She sighs dramatically, “alright fine, if you insist.”

He smirks at her, watching her as she makes her way around the front of the car to the passenger side. When she pulls open the door, Richter leans across the middle console and offers his hand.

“Up you get.” He teases with a handsome smile.

She takes his hand, throwing him an unimpressed look as Richter easily pulls her into the truck.

“Do you have to pull everyone into this damn thing?” She grumbles, wiggling in the seat to be more comfortable.

“Just you,” Richter chuckled, starting the truck and backing out of the parking space. “And Maria but she doesn’t count, other than you two I don’t really let anyone in my truck.”

“Right, you haven’t told me much about your sister.” Annette says. “How come I haven’t met her yet?”

“She’s only sixteen, still in high school. She’s not really my sister but we’ve always been close like siblings.” Richter shrugs. “My aunt Tera, her mum and my mum, Julia, are second cousins. So we are related, just distantly. Tera and my mum are the same age and spent every break from school together.”

Annette nods, “Tera and Maria are…”

“In the next town over, directly across the highway. I spend most holidays there but I got my apartment here when I was accepted into the college.” Richter smiles. “You’ll meet Maria soon, she’s obsessed with Adrian teaching her to make pizza. She’s just very popular at school. Head of the debate team, class president, in yearbook club and plays volleyball.”

“A true go getter then.” Annette chuckles.

“She really is, she has big plans for her future and I know she’ll achieve them all.” Richter says proudly. “But she’ll be here for the week of spring break, I know you two will love each other.”

Annette smiles, enjoying seeing Richter talk about his family. She’d been subtly trying to find out more about the Belmonts but so far Richter was willing to admit two things about the people he was related to.

One: He loved his mother, his aunt Tera and Maria.

Two: He hated every other single person he shared blood with. All of them. There was no love lost and he didn’t want to talk about it.

So Annette didn’t push. It wasn’t her place. Not yet anyways.

She doesn’t have long to think about it because soon Richter pulls into the parking garage of her dorm.

“I would invite you up but the RA on today can get pretty mad about coed’s being in each other’s dorms.” Annette says apologetically.

“No worries,” Richter says still unbuckling his seat belt and reaching for the door handle. “It’s Greta working today right? She used to always take Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays.”

Annette laughs, opening the truck door and sliding out of the seat.

“Why am I not surprised that you know Greta.” She shakes her head in disbelief. “Do you know everyone in this town?”

Richter grins at her when they meet in front of the truck and walk together towards the lobby front doors.

“Mostly everyone yeah,”

His words have never proved more true than when they entire the dorm lobby and suddenly everyone turns to stare at them.

“Richter! Hi!”

A brunette bounds over to them, she can’t be much older than them judging by the backpack she has strapped over one shoulder. Her green eyes only flicker to Annette once before she turns her full attention to Richter.

“Hi Stella, nice to see you again.” He says with a pleasant smile. “Where’s Loretta?”

Stella rolls her eyes, “She’s at the gym, she’s obsessed with taking off the ten pounds she gained over Christmas.” She waves a hand dismissively. “Anyways, she’s not important. How are you, Richter? What are you doing here?”

Annette grips the inside of her coat pockets, it’s very clear that Stella intends to ignore her this entire conversation and if it’s one thing Annette refuses to do, it’s stay someplace she’s unwanted. She shifts her backpack, and her nerves and prepares to quietly step to the side when Richter lifts the arm closest to her and drapes it over her shoulders; ruining her plans for escape.

“Annette has to change, she just got done dissecting rats with Professor Stiensworth, you know how that goes.” He says, a different smile on his face. “We’re going to grab some pizza and work on our philosophy project.”

Stella’s entire body goes still, and her green eyes finally look to Annette and take her in completely. Her eyes zigzag over Annette’s clothes, her mind clearly calculating whatever she thinks she’s discovered.

“Oh, you’re going to Alucard’s then?” Stella asks.

“Yeah, I basically work there now anyways.” Richter’s fingers tap rhythmically on Annette’s shoulder and she fights the urge to lean into his side.

“Alucard’s such a nice man,” Stella says dreamily. “Greta really fucked up letting him go.”

Richter nods, pointing to the ceiling. “Is Greta upstairs?”

“Yeah! She’ll be happy to see you.” Stella says excitedly.

“Thanks Stella,” Richter nods, his fingers squeeze Annette’s shoulder and she takes that as a cue to start walking.

They step around Stella together, the brunette trying not to pout as she says cheerfully. “You’re welcome Richter! It was good to see you, message me on Facebook sometime. We should hang out.”

“Yeah maybe.” Richter replies, guiding Annette into the elevator thats thankfully opened up right when they need it to. “See you Stella, tell Loretta I said hello.”

She waves at them until the doors of the elevator ding closed and they start rising up towards the third floor.

“What the hell was that all about?” Annette asks, looking up at Richter with raised eyebrows.

Richter shrugs. “Stella’s nice, just a bit too opportunistic. Her family is old like mine.”

Annette tilts her head back in understanding.

“Her twin, Loretta, is much more fun to be around.” Richter says, his eyes watching the numbers at the top of the elevator.

Before Annette can reply, the doors ding open to signal their arrival to the third floor. They step off together, Richter’s arm still resting across her shoulders. To the left of the elevator sits a small desk and chair, the allotted space for the RA’s who unfortunately get stuck on night duty from time to time.

Tonight, it’s Greta who sits at the desk. A thick tomb of a book in her lap. She looks up when they step into the carpeted hallway, her gaze curious.

“Annette you’re back early.” She says. “How was—“

“Hi Greta.” Richter says over Annette’s head.

She stands, placing her book on the desk and coming to stand in front of them, her hands on her hips.

“What are you doing here, Richter?” She asks flatly.

“Damn, I just said hi.” He chuckles. “Annette and I have a class together and we’re paired for the semester. She needs to change and then we’re going to go study.”

“At Adrian’s?” Greta narrows her eyes.

Richter blows out a breath through his nose. “Of course there, he’s my best friend.”

Greta snorts, rolling her eyes before she turns her attention to Annette. “You know he’s nothing but trouble, right?”

“Uh…everything’s been fine so far…” Annette says slowly, unsure what the best response would be. “It’s just a philosophy project, Greta.”

The woman hums disapprovingly, her eyes take in the sight of Richter’s arm over Annette’s shoulders. She presses her lips into a fine line then says,

“Leave the door open while you’re in your room.”

Annette’s face flushes and she nods quickly. “I’m just changing, it won’t even take five minutes.”

“I trust you, Annette.” Greta says sighing. “It’s your new friend that needs to be watched though.”

Richter raises both hands in surrender. “I’m starving, I’m just trying to get to pizza.”

Greta clicks her tongue but accepts his answer, stepping from in front of them with a nod. “Five minutes you two.”

Annette practically runs down the hall to her door, slipping from under Richter’s arm in the process. She misses the heat of him immediately but shoves the thoughts from her mind as she unlocks the door and pushes inside.

Her dorm is always clean, because Annette is not a heathen thank you very much, but she still snatches her pajamas out of sight and kicks a few socks underneath her bed.

“Here, you can sit.” She says motioning to the lone chair in her room. “I’ll be right back,”

Richter does as she says, flopping down in the chair which makes his long legs seem even longer. Annette has to step over them to be able to get to her tiny closet.

She pulls out the latest outfit Edouard has arranged on a hanger for her; a pink mini skirt and a black high neck halter tank and pretty much sprints into her bathroom.

The main reason Annette chose to live in the off campus dorms was because each room had its own shower. They were small, the water pressure nonexistent and the sink barely more than a basin but it was a private bathroom all the same. Communal showers disgusted her on a deeply personal level.

She works quick. The shower water barely warming up before she’s already lathered her body with soap, washed her face and brushed her teeth. She’s out of the half closet of a shower stall just as fast as she got in, drying her body, applying her favorite lotion and massaging some oil into her locs. She needs to retwist them but there’s no time, the new growth will just have to wait.

She pairs the black tank with a simple golden chain to give it a bit of personality and smooths her hands down the front of her mini skirt. It’s cute, Edouard somehow knowing her size perfectly. It hugs her hips tightly and Annette does several mirror checks, bending at the waist and looking to make sure the skirt still covers her. Not that she has plans to be bending over at a pizza place but…..

An imagine flashes in Annette’s mind, Richter standing behind her and pressing up against her. His huge hands hold her hips, run over her stomach and lift her chin with one long finger so that their lips are centimeters apart. His hand on her hip travels down, the rough pads of his fingers making contact with her bare thigh the moment their lips meet and Annette aches, already dripping for him—

A knock on the bathroom door startles Annette to the point she drops the deodorant she was applying.

“Hey not to rush you but Adrian texted me and said he’s gonna put our pizzas in the oven soon.” Richter calls out to her.

Annette tries to steady her breathing, crouching to pick up the deodorant stick and return it to the medicine cabinet.

“Okay, I’m ready, here I come.” She calls back, grimacing at how her voice shakes.

She heard Richter step away from the bathroom door and Annette sucks in a deep breath. In the back of her mind, her most recent conversation with Edouard replays for the hundredth time.

“Girl you have got to text me when he finally makes a move. We’re getting close I can feel it.”

“Edouard, you can’t possibly know that. We’re friends! Richter’s given no indication that—“

“Oh bitch boo, you’re literally his passenger Princess now. Every time I see you where are you? In the front seat of his truck that he doesn’t let anyone ride in!”

“We have to put effort into our philosophy project! It’s worth the whole year’s grade!”

“And what about Alucard? You probably owe him close to a thousand dollars in all the pizza he’s just been supplying you with.”

“That’s different—-he and Richter—“

“Are lovers and they want to put some of that love down on you! And if you don’t let them I’ll lose my shit because girl they have never—.”

Annette shakes her head hard, shooing the memory away and squaring her shoulders. She was going to studying and eat pizza, it didn’t mean anything.

“Girl that mini skirt definitely means something.” Edouard’s voice teases in her head.

“Shut up,” Annette mumbles both to herself and the imaginary Edouard.

She turns, yanking open the bathroom door and stepping out into the chilly air of her dorm.

Richter stands in the doorway leading out into the hall. He’s leaning against the frame, looking down to text and whistling an off key tune.

“You ready?” Annette asks softly, throwing her towel onto her bed and pulling the only pair of flats she’s owns out of the shoe rack she keeps hooked on the end of her bed frame.

Richter turns, a smile on his face. “Great, I was just telling Adrian—oh! Oh….wow..”

The smile slips away, a look of awe spreading across Richter’s face as he watches Annette step into her shoes. His blue eyes widen as his gaze travels up her legs, to the mini skirt and then her halter top and finally rest on her face.

“What?” She asks self consciously. “Is my outfit too much? Adrian said that on Friday nights most people come a little dressed up. Did I over do—“

“No!” Richter practically yells, making them both jump.

He clears his throat, “Sorry, didn’t mean to yell.” He offers her a smile. “No you look great, I—I love your skirt.”

Annette smiles shyly. “Thank you, Edouard picked it out.”

Richter chuckles, “he has good taste, it looks perfect on you.”

They smile at each other for a second, then Richter’s phone buzzes in his hand and the moment between them breaks.

Annette puts her coat on, zipping it all the way closed and wondering how strange she must look with her legs bare but her winter coat bundled.

“You ready?” Richter asks. “Adrian says our table just opened up and he’s going to save it for us, but we gotta hurry.”

Annette nods, motioning for him to lead the way. “Just let me lock the door.”

She grabs her phone, wallet, chapstick and keys, following Richter out of the dorm and to the elevator. They bid goodbye to Greta, who waves to them without looking up from her book. And soon Annette is back in the passenger seat of Richter’s truck.

Your seat. Edouard’s voice reminds her.

The conversation flows easily between her and Richter, she really likes that he always seems ready to discuss anything she wants. But her eyes, which usually find the most interesting things outside of the car window, keep falling down to the console between them.

Richter’s forearm rests casually on the black leather, his limb so long that his hand dangles over the edge; his fingers naturally dipping down on her side, close to her bare knee.

Annette chews on her freshly moisturized lips, eating away the chapstick she just put on as she debates with the idea that just popped into her head.

If Richter wanted to touch her, he would right? That’s why he hasn’t yet because he’s not interested in her. He and Adrian very clearly have something going on between them. But Annette knows Edouard isn’t completely delusional. Both Richter and Adrian do treat her differently than they treat everyone else. They’re mindful of her and her thoughts and her emotions. Richter usually starts every day by asking her how she feels. Adrian, so far, is always ready to lend an open ear to her problems; even the incredibly stupid ones.

There was something there, even if she couldn’t figure out what yet. And deep down, Annette wanted to find out. She wanted to put herself between these two men and make sure that she wasn’t reading too much into things.

She could start right now….

Annette gathers her nerves, shoving them out of her body as she clears her throat, shifts in her seat and pushes her knee into Richter’s fingers.

He sucks in a sharp breath, freezing for a moment and Annette waits; her gaze firmly on the world passing them by. The pause only lasts a moment, it’s not even a full minute before Richter’s fingers brush against her skin. Testing to see her reaction.

Annette sighs softly, pushing up onto the toes of that leg so that there’s even more skin for him to touch. Richter takes the offer, his fingers stroking long lines from her knee cap to the middle of her thigh.

“Is this okay?” He asks lowly, his voice rough.

“Yeah,” Annette nods, “It’s good.”

She tries not to think about the way Richter smiles the entire rest of the way to Adrian’s.

To Be Continued……

#richette fanfic #richette #annette #richter x annette #richter belmont #annette castlevania #alucard castlevania #richter x annette x adrian #adrian tepes #adrian fahrenheit tepes #richter x annette x alucard #RAA fanfic #RAA #castlevania nocturne #castlevania: nocturne #evie’s stories

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stxrmylxve · 2 years ago

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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

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doyouremem8erme · 3 months ago

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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

#i really dont mean to respond to every other marcangst idea with ''oh hey i kinda did that once'' but like. i really did spend like 2 years #dedicating every single waking moment of my life to coming up with new and unique ways to traumatize marcy wu. so.#lore talks #helmsman marcy meets handmaid marcy. 413 dead 612 injured <- only homestucks know what im talking about. sorry

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jsprnt · 1 year ago

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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.

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noodletime · 1 year ago

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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!!

#ocs #my ocs #oc stuff

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angelbaby-fics · 1 year ago

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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 😁💕

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theelectricityisaftermeagain · 2 years ago

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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.

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haveihitanerve · 6 months ago

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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….

#gods imma make myself cry #steve rogers #tony stark #avengers #mcu #marvel #besties #😭#this might be the worst thing ive ever written #im so sorry #idk how i feel about the ending #but uh yeah #lemme know ur thoughts

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iwa-ch4n · 4 years ago

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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

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junisfics · 4 years ago

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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.”

#armin arlert smut #armin arlert x reader smut

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gashinabts · 4 years ago

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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.

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“ 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.

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