#and deserve to be happy and healthy and able to relax and be calm. they deserve a life where they're able to enjoy the little moments at

[angeltism]

i am a being full of love and this is a good thing yes but i also fear that when i try to put how this manifests into words sometimes i sound kinda overbearing

[flawless-peach]

guide to happiness 🌷🥰

- understand what is making you unhappy. are you unsatisfied with your job? relationships? diets? look deep. is it your diet or is it the way food you eat makes you feel physically or emotionally? if it's you job or is it the field your in the schedule you have?

- find a way to organize your life. whether thats an online source like notion or a physical copy like a bullet journal. this will help you know when you are needed. maybe medical or hair appointment. I like to use mine for keeping track of chores and meal plans.

- drink plenty of water. water is just a great way for you to stay healthy. drinking water is listed because dehydration can cause depression-like symptoms, or at the very least, can cause discomfort to your body.

- eat a balanced diet. along the same lines as the water, think about your diet. sit with your body, reflect on how it feels. I find that when i have headache it's usually due to lack of proteins because that is a good i struggle to eat. it is important to not stress over the details of macros and what-not. eat what you want, but try to give your body the nutrients you need because you deserve a healthy body.

- make time for yourself. i can not say enough I how important I think it is to be alone with yourself. I think it can be so healing and relaxing. making time for yourself can be paired with multitasking, like while doing your skincare or reading a book.

- say positive affirmations. looking back at that first tip of identifying what makes you unhappy and finding affirmations that can target the areas in your life that you are not satisfied with. I like to repeat these as a way to go to sleep (like counting sheep almost) and when I'm able to in the mirror as well. that can be difficult for those who deal with dysmorphia or dysphoria, so don't push yourself too far if you aren't ready <3

- incorporate daily movement. this is so important for me, especially since I have a lot of joint issues. i begun doing daily yoga, which has helped with my knee pain, and my boyfriend does it with my occasionally for his back pain. my body is not yet in the state for higher intensity workouts, but I'm interested in eventually joining a pilates class (in my 3 year goals <3)

- journal. whether about your mental state or just what you did throughout the day. this is such a great way to just slow down and enjoy life. I find myself constantly rushing trying to get the most out of my day, so journalling at the end of the night helps me calm down and reflect on what I did throughout the day and appreciate myself for what I had done (even if it was just lounging because resting is good <3) but I also find this helpful when I am overwhelmed with emotions to stop mentally going in circle and slow done and understand myself and the situation.

- daily skincare routine. this is a great way to help yourself feel refreshed. as a morning person this helps me feel fresh and ready for the day and as part of my night routine, which I have to do early in the evening because i get vv sleepy and struggle to do it otherwise, helps me slow down for the night and prepare foe the next morning and it serves as a form of active meditation.

- set realistic goals. this can be difficult because we want to set goals that are parts of our dream lives, and that's not to say you can never get your dream life, but there's steps you have to take to get there, you can't just leap into it, so setting realistic goals can serve as motivation for getting there. but have these goals you are more likely to succeed.

- never give up. this goes back to the previous realistic goals, having these realistic goals it can help you stay motivated to not give up, but not giving up is still hard. your motivation can't be exclusively outside yourself. find something within yourself that can be your reason for staying on top of your goals, your reason for getting up when you don't want to.

- work hard. every day, you need to choose it, and that is exhausting, but working hard can include resting. giving up is only half of the equation you need to add hard work. I think the best equation for your dream life is (M(W+P)=dream life) M representing manifestation, W representing working hard and P representing perseverance <3

[originalwinnercheesecake]

Future Career Headcannons for the Characters from Revolutionary Girl Utena, after they escape Ohtori

Anthy Himemiya: Work in/ own a flower shop. Utena suggests this to Anthy herself in the show after Anthy tells her that she only wishes for a future where she can keep tending to her flowers. Anthy smiles at the suggestion.... IF not that... well I got the idea for this after reading a fanfic where Anthy is a veterinary. That would make a good second option for Anthy since animals, like flowers, where her comforts during her imprisonment as the Rose Bride. Also of course she would find Utena, and they could be together without Akio and the games getting in their way,

Utena Tenjô: A Securtiy Gaurd. So in the show Utena is very Chivalrous and wants to protect people "to be like a Noble Prince". Her intentions come from a good place and are not necessarily bad in of themselves. An active job, where she could protect/help people would be good for her. But she also has difficulty sometimes understanding the complexity of others problems, and is prone to being manipulated. I decided against suggesting "Police Officer" because then she could be manipulated again, by a more corrupted Chief/Head of Squadron. I think a security guard would be a better job for her because there is more structure and a clearer (necessary) objective. Observing a surrounding putting a stop to any fight/trouble that break out suits Utena more than investigative questioning or arresting bad guys does.

Touga Kiryuu: I believe Touga is alive in the Anime and head cannon that he grew up into a: Hairstylist. He was a bit of a hard one because I could only really think of one time in the show where he seemed like he genuinely liked or was happy doing something; and that was when he was playing with the kitten. Now he can foster stray cats on the side as a hobby/volunteer work (probably the only volunteer work he would ever do) but it won't pay his bills. So I had to think harder. Now apparently his abusive relationship with his adoptive father is cannon across the board (shudders because no one deserves that). That man is the one who made Touga grow his hair long, and one thing the fandom seems to universally agree Touga should do for himself if/when he is finally able to get away from the bad people in his life is to cut his hair short. Well I actually think that once he is free learning about all different ways to cut and style hair would be something he would really enjoy. It might also be theraputic to be in an enviroment where he gets to exsursize this knowledge/activity regualrly. Lastly hair stylists at shops can sometimes be flirty and chatty to customers, and some will act flamboyant too. I imagine Touga's chair would be pretty popular. Don't date your customers Touga

Kyouichi Saionji: A cook. Saionji might be the most unstable character in the duels. He actually got kicked out of the duels and the school,saw the world outside...came back to Ohtori on his own. Met a girl he could have a happy and healthy relationship with. Decided that was wrong/to much for him, and left her to rejoin a system he knew just wanted to abuse and manipulate him. He is both the dumbest character show and the most aware: From the upside down castle, to the more dangerous parts of loving someone, to Touga's BS, to Akio... Saionji knows it is all fake but always clings to it... except for one breif episode where he took a break and did some pretty positive things for himself... In episode 27 "Nanami's egg" Saionji decides the moon and weather are "beautiful" tonight and that he will leave school grounds on his own and go camping. He also decided to cook (a traditionally feminine role... made all the more feminine by him dawning a frilly apron) his own food. He is out of school, he unconcerned with appearing all powerful and completely masculine. He is relaxed and smiling. Nanami came up to him and tried to instigate a fight, which Saionji responded to by remaing calm and trying to gently talk her down. You have this one moment where Saionji is being completely non-toxic and its peaceful. He is still far from perfect (At least one, and possibly all, of his eggs he found on the forest floor. Not very hygienic). But still, teach the man what a grocery store is and let him cook more meals (and wear more frilly aprons). Maybe he can camp more when he has time off

.... On that note I do ship TougaxSaionji in season 3, and post show. So if they go camping together they will need a pet-sitter for Touga's foster cats. Maybe Nanami can do it? That would be a nice way for her to make up for and show growth after killing Touga's kitten from their childhood.

Nanami Kiryuu: I just mentioned Nanami so I might as well do her next. This girl is gonna want to be a T.V. Reporter. Possibly a weather girl at first, but most likely her goal would be to be a event "gossip" reporter. She is one of the most difficult ones to for groups/people to impress. and many of her questions an comments are super random and outlandish and their is no way to be prepared for what she might say/do. Her viewers though it eat it all up and consider her to be the funniest personnel on T.V. Working as the shows Lead Producer Nanami's long time, platonic, childhood friend: Mitsuru Tsuwabuki. Yeah I don't really ship these two as anything more than good friends..Their show ages aside, I notice that their relationship mostly becomes unhealthy when one tries to make it romantic. But do show genuine care for each other in a platonic sense and are kind enough that you hope their friendship lasts. So yeah instead of them becoming husband and wife with 2.5 kids, make them partners in "crime" (a.k.a buisness) with Nanami being the face and Tsuwabuki being the brains, just as it was between them in the show (as opposed to Nanami's relationship with her cronies where it was flipped).

Miki Kaoru: A math teacher/professor. I very much do not want Miki to grow up to become a concert pianist. The piano is a beautiful instrument and playing it is a wonderful skill. Since teachers do not make that much, Miki can always have a secondary side job tutoring kids in playing it on the weekends. But do not let the piano continue to be the center of his life when it is also such a symbol of his own nativity, and how he has been manipulated into serving others. Both Touga and Akio use the Piano to get Miki to do what they want in the duels. But we also learn that his father used to exploit him and Kozue as publicity tools (which sadly broke them apart). Notice that "The Sunlight Garden" is such a famous piece that even Utena has heard of it, but no one has heard that Miki is the one who originally composed it. He got no credit. He also admits that he kept playign as he started to grow up mostly out of nostalgia for when he and Kozue were younger and had an easier time getting along. Miki's academic success has always felt "just his" in a way that the piano did not, and it has more to do with his present and future than his past. Math seems like it's his best subject, and he is able to be both an effective teacher and develop a positive relationship with Utena and Anthy, when he agree's to tutor them in it. (Up until Anthy has to go and start playing that piano song.) So in adulthood I hope Miki can, not necessarily give up the piano (forget his early childhood), but give his other talents (other stages of his life) some more focus. Math Teacher/Professor Miki, who maybe tutors in music on the side.

Juri Arisugawa: Own a bowling Ally. Juri's three main extra curricular in the anime are fencing, modeling, and bowling. Fencing is her main one. She is acting head of the fencing team. My reasons for not making "Champion Fencer" her career are similar to the ones I gave for not making "Concert Pianist" Miki's. It was an talent and hobby of Juri's that was exploited by both the games and others, and is surround by so much negativity. She took up her sword to prove that miracles do not exist, even though she wishes she believed in them. Also Miki was her only friendly relationship on that Team. All her other subordinates feared her, and she was terrified of Ruka, who was known to be stronger than her. I also rejected Modeling because then Juri would work for an agent and model products that a designer or company wants to make money selling. I definitely think Juri should be her own boss, just in a less hostile environment than Ohrito's fencing team. I like what she said about bowling in "Nanami's Egg": how she does it just because she "thinks it feels good". In what I think was episode 37 Juri states "I used to only think about myself... now I cannot stop think about myself". To me her statment implies that she wants to start thinking more about things that make her happy rather than sad. Juri has got to have some money saved from modeling gigs and Fencing tournaments. Let Juri use that as Seed money to open up a bowling ally, that she can make into a play where she and other can go, and play, and just feel good/happy doing so. Make that Juri's miracle to believe in.

Kozue Kaoru: A School Guidance Counselor. For her I am going the route of "be the person you needed growing up". Kozue is protective of people. You see that in her pushing down the teacher she thought was groping Miki.... except that the teacher was not groping Miki, they were just talking. He had his arm around Miki elbow, not his backside like Kozue thought; and Miki was laughing because of a joke, not because he was being flirted with. (Has Kozue ever seen her brother try to flirt/react to flirting? Miki is a panicked, shaking, mess). Both Miki and Kozue were used in a way by adults when they kids, and then again in the duels as teens. Kozue seems to understand that they were used where Miki did not. But, she also continuously seeks out relationships where she will still be used and craves, yet rejects, more emotional ones. Examples being how she is mentioned to have several boyfriends that she is physical with but does not have any kind of emotion attachment to them. She yells that she does not need her parents, and then goes out with an adult man, the night she learns her dad is getting married again. Lastly she refuses the homemade milkshake her brother makes her saying "I cannot have anything that sweet", does she mean the milkshake or the gesture? Since she does ask for one later on I am going to wager that Kozue does not have any special dietary needs. The PoBaW line "We accept the love we think we deserve" really fits Kozue and how she allows other to love her. But she has moments of stepping away from this "I only deserve to be loved as a tool" mindset, Like when she let Miki take care of her at home after "fainting from anemia". Or the couple times she goofs off at the piano; when it is just her and trusted friends, who do not care if she is plays the key sloppy. She is making baby steps towards a healthier mindset on relationships in the show. If she can build on that, post Akio and Anthy, then maybe, like Utena, she could use what she went through to keep protecting the "Inocent children" she relates her past too.

Also Maybe she and Miki could work in the same school (NOT Ohtori, but a good school) ,and that way they could still have time together, while also doing their own thing.

Shiori Takatsuki: Well the first thing I want her to be is as far away from Juri as possible. Sorry to people who ship them, but give me one healthy or not toxic moment between them? One moment after their early childhood where one makes the other happy? One moment were being around the other doesn't make them remember just how miserable and angry they are? Pretty much every relationship in the show has some kind of skill/wealth/power imbalance between them, and some kind of love and hate balance too. Utena and Anthy are the main ones, but all the secondary characters were meant to have relationships that mirror certain aspects of UtenaxAnthy. If Touga and Saionji (who at least have some moments of working through their issues together) are a parallel to Utena and Anthy, than I always saw Juri and Shori as a warning sign to them... that if you are not careful and do not work on things then hate, jealousy, and toxicity can destroy once loving relationships. So for these reasons I do not want her to be Juri's business partner, or even run a similar business as Juri's Bowling Ally. Shori would always see Juri's establishment as better, because she saw everything Juri did as better than her, and would never be able to enjoy her own work. Instead maybe she could find some enjoyment in a completely different field. One that maybe doesn't really suit Juri in the long run. Shori is just as pretty as Juri, a little more girly, very social, and she likes being part of a team and relying on others. I think she would be a good model period, not just in comparison to her old rivial.

Wakaba Shinohara: A Nurse. Do I really need to explain this one? Wakaba is like the most caring soul imaginable. She has wonderful optimism, great bedside manner, and is not afraid to call people out on not taking proper care of themselves. Plus I could see her having romantic fantasy's about some rich and successful man coming to stay at the hospital while he was sick, and falling in love with her due to the excellent care she took of him. Let her have her day dreams. The girl would be a fantastic nurse either way.

Keiko Sonoda: It is late and I so not want to pretend Keiko was that deep or complex of of a character. She was a lackey to the queen bee. She hated being a lackey but liked being a bully, because she kept doing that even after Nanami lost her crown. Underneath all that she falls really hard for her crushes, and likes to dress up... So either she can be a housewife to a (hopefully) nice man, or maybe she can go into clothing design.

Tatsuya Kazami: A therapist/Life Coach. The Blackrose tried to manipulate his unresolved feelings for another into making him duel. Something they have sucessfully done to more than 100 others before. But despite Tatsuya's pain over learing his crush loved someone else, and Mikage (a.k.a Akio and Anthy) doing everything that has worked numerous times before, Tatsuya is able to calm himself down. He changes his persepctive and decides "You know what? I don't need to be this upset. My crush liking someone else right now isn't the worst thing in the world. They probably will not date forever. I care about her enough to stay friends and wait for her to decide to give me a chance." Tatsuya did not need a sword. He beat Mikage, depression, despair, and anger all down, with just a few minutes and a handful of sentences.

Mamiya, Mikage, Kanae, and Ruka:.... Well they all die, so they will not grow up to be anything. Very tragic. I suppose not everyone was going to be able to leave that school alive.

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How Mobile Grooming Saves You Time and Effort

If you're a pet parent, you know that grooming your furry friend is an essential part of keeping them happy and healthy. Regular grooming not only ensures your dog looks great, but it also helps prevent skin infections, mats, and tangles. However, finding the time to get your pet to a grooming salon can be a hassle. That’s where mobile grooming comes in, and it’s a game-changer for many pet owners. Here’s how mobile grooming can save you time and effort, making your life and your pet’s grooming experience so much easier.

Convenience at Your Doorstep

One of the most significant advantages of mobile pet grooming is the convenience it offers. Instead of having to load up your dog, drive to a grooming salon, wait in line, and potentially deal with a stressed-out pup, mobile grooming brings everything right to your doorstep. Splish Splash Mobile Dog Grooming, based in Gulfport, Mississippi, understands that your time is precious, and they make it as easy as possible by providing on-site grooming services.

With mobile grooming, there’s no need to arrange a separate trip or waste precious time in traffic. You can schedule an appointment that works with your day, whether you're at home, at work, or running errands. The groomer arrives with a fully equipped van, eliminating the need for any back-and-forth travel. You can even plan your pet’s grooming session while you work, relax, or handle other tasks.

Reduced Stress for Your Pet

Let’s be honest—taking your pet to a grooming salon can sometimes be stressful for them. The unfamiliar environment, the sounds of other pets, and the presence of strangers can cause anxiety. Mobile grooming eliminates these stressors by providing a calm and familiar setting for your dog.

When you opt for mobile grooming with Splish Splash Mobile Dog Grooming, your pet is groomed in the comfort of their own neighborhood, surrounded by familiar scents. There’s no waiting in a kennel with other dogs, no exposure to barking, and no long waits. The groomer will focus solely on your pet in the quiet of the van, allowing them to feel relaxed and comfortable throughout the process.

Personalized Grooming Services

Another fantastic benefit of mobile grooming is the personalized attention your pet receives. Mobile groomers often work one-on-one with your dog, allowing them to create a grooming experience tailored to your pet’s needs. Whether your dog has specific skin conditions, requires a particular cut, or needs extra care, mobile groomers can give them the attention they deserve.

Splish Splash Mobile Dog Grooming is committed to offering customized services, ensuring that your dog’s unique needs are met. Whether it's a simple bath, a full grooming session, or breed-specific cuts, the groomer can work closely with you to ensure your pet’s grooming is just how you like it.

Time-Saving and Efficient

Grooming appointments at traditional salons can take hours, especially if the salon is busy or the staff is stretched thin. With mobile grooming, however, the groomer typically focuses on just your pet, meaning the process is faster and more efficient.

You’ll also save time by not needing to drive your pet to a salon and wait for the grooming to be completed. Mobile groomers are usually able to finish the job in a shorter amount of time because they are fully prepared and dedicated to one client at a time. No wasted hours waiting around or dealing with unnecessary delays.

Flexible Scheduling

Life is unpredictable, and it’s hard to find time for pet grooming between work, social events, and other responsibilities. Mobile grooming services like Splish Splash Mobile Dog Grooming offer flexible scheduling, so you don’t have to fit grooming into your already hectic routine. You can select an appointment time that fits seamlessly into your day, making it easier than ever to care for your pet.

Whether you're looking for a one-time grooming or a regular grooming schedule, mobile groomers can often accommodate evening and weekend appointments, helping to make sure that your pet stays well-groomed, no matter how busy you are.

Conclusion

Mobile pet grooming is a convenient, time-saving, and stress-reducing way to keep your dog looking and feeling their best. Splish Splash Mobile Dog Grooming in Gulfport, Mississippi, is the perfect choice for pet owners who want personalized grooming without the hassle of salon visits. By bringing the grooming experience directly to your doorstep, they make it easy to keep your pet in top shape.

So, if you’re ready to save time, reduce stress for your pet, and get the best grooming service available, give Splish Splash Mobile Dog Grooming a try. Your furry friend will thank you!

[jebelk9pets]

Canine Relaxation: Luxurious Spa Treatments for Dogs

Elevate your dog's relaxation with our luxurious and indulgent spa treatments. Let us pamper your furry friend with the best of the best!

Your furry friend deserves to be pampered sometimes, and what better way to show your love than by giving them a spa day? 

In this guide, we'll explore some simple yet luxurious spa treatments that will make your dog feel like a pampered prince or princess. 

We'll also discuss the benefits of having a dog pool and why a visit to a dog grooming center can be the ultimate treat for your four-legged friend.

1. Blissful Soak in a Dog Pool:

Imagine your dog splashing around in their very own pool – it's not just for humans! A dog pool can be a fantastic addition to your pup's spa day. It's not only a source of joy for water-loving dogs but also an excellent way to keep them cool during hot days.

Tip: Choose a shallow pool and fill it with lukewarm water. Keep an eye on your dog while they're splashing around.

2. Grooming Center Delight:

Taking your dog to a grooming center may sound like a simple task, but it's an important part of their health. These centers are like fancy spas for dogs, offering a variety of services from baths to haircuts. Your pup will leave feeling and looking their best!

Tip: Find a grooming center with positive reviews and experienced staff to ensure a stress-free experience for your dog.

3. Aromatic Bubble Bath:

Turn bath time into a spa experience with a soothing aromatic bubble bath. Use dog-friendly shampoos that not only clean but also provide a calming effect. The delightful scents will make your dog feel relaxed and refreshed.

Tip: Test a small amount of the shampoo on your dog's skin first to ensure they don't have any allergies.

4. DIY Relaxation Massage:

You don't need to be a professional masseuse to give your dog a relaxing massage. Gentle strokes and kneading can help ease tension and promote relaxation. This simple act of love will deepen your bond with your furry friend.

Tip: Pay attention to your dog's body language, if they seem uncomfortable, stop the massage.

5. Paw-dicure Extravaganza:

Treat your dog's paws with a paw-dicure! Soak their paws in warm water, trim the nails, and finish with a gentle paw massage. This not only keeps their paws healthy but also provides a comforting and enjoyable experience for your pet.

Tip: Use a pet-friendly nail trimmer and be cautious not to cut too close to the quick.

Conclusion:

Your dog may not be able to tell you how they feel, but their wagging tail and happy eyes show you that they loves you. You can show your love for your dog by giving them spa treatments, like a dip in a dog pool, a trip to the groomer, a bubble bath, a massage, and a paw-dicure. These treatments are a way to show your dog how much you love and care for them.

Remember, it's not about the cost of the treatments, it's about the joy you bring to your dog's life. So, take some time to give your dog the royal treatment they deserve. A happy dog makes for a happy home!

[joyandeggs]

KNOCK KNOCK IT ME!

I love the f/o descriptions asks so much! They’re super 🥰

You should do all of them!!! Gush to us about him 💕 he deserves it

I am slowly but surely making my way through my askbox that have asks from almost two years ago. ❤️‍🩹 These were difficult to write! I'm happy to finally have it done.

Describe your f/o’s eyes.

His eyes are full of emotion. You can tell how he's feeling from the way his eyes widen, scope, observe, soften. Despite his irises being rather small, they have the lightest, prettiest steel gray/pale blue to them, if you look close enough. His eyes may not look like much, but they are truly the loveliest thing about him. From looking into his eyes…you can see the emotion he truly shows through them, even if you can't read him well. He shows how good of a person he is through them, though it hides behind some fear.

Describe your f/o’s voice.

Shoot has a way of carrying himself handsomely, how his voice can always appear calm and collected. Sometimes, it can appear rough, a slightly stern tone to his voice with irritation or annoyance. Sometimes, it can appear melancholy, meek, or…almost silent, with a wide range of emotions. The sound of his voice is romantic, though it rarely changes from its lower, steady tone. Romantic in the sense that it is so nice to listen to. He could be saying anything, and I would listen to it for hours. Deep from his chest, speaking well and wise. I absolutely love his voice.

Describe your f/o’s hair.

Such long hair… Shoot's hair appears to be on the thinner side, but it is healthy and well taken care of. He's able to braid it so easily with rarely any tangles. It's one of Shoot's favorite things about him, actually! Even if he has to constantly get it out of his face, and ends up tying it in a ponytail anyway. It is a lovely color, though I never know how to properly name it by its particular shade. Whenever his hair is let loose from the braids and hair tie, it falls naturally down his back, framing his sharp features beautifully. He needs to do that more often. Shoot with his hair down is quite a sight.

Describe your f/o’s humor.

Shoot doesn't show much humor on his more relaxed, fun side. When he does, though, it really is a sight to see. Whenever he is comfortable around someone, he'll smile more, laugh more often, and it is so sweet. As far as his sense of humor goes, he does have a decent one. When a close friend or loved one does something that makes him laugh…or says something out of nowhere that catches him by surprise… That's his favorite. Inside jokes are fun, too.

Describe your f/o’s lips.

Plush, pouty, and thin lips… Shoot's are soft and sweet. Soft from the look of them, and sweet to see curled up in a smile. The way that you can just tell that they would be pleasant to kiss, or have against your skin. I can imagine Shoot wearing lip balm every once in a while to keep them from falling dry and chapped.

Describe your f/o’s arms.

Shoot, sadly, only has one good arm. His left arm is gone, only a shoulder still intact from his past injury. That does not mean that Shoot is anything less of a man, a highly ranked Hunter, by being disabled. He has done his best to take care of himself and his body, still to this day, and it definitely shows through all of the muscle he has. His forearm is actually quite soft, much like the rest of his body, and nice to the touch. His bicep is strong and defined, like all of his toned muscles, slightly weighted and thick. Both of his shoulders are the same, carrying the kindness and emotion in his heart on them, despite him trying so hard not to in order to be strong himself. Shoot's strength is not limited by his missing arm. That man could absolutely move mountains.

Describe your f/o’s hands.

Oh… Shoot's hands… His hands are lovely. Big, strong hands with long, slender fingers. A little rough and calloused by years of training and work as a Hunter. Always kept clean, down to the quick of his short fingernails. He miraculously has three left hands due to his Nen powers, which is always a sight. It helps him in battles as well as in everyday life. How else would he be able to do his hair like that every single day? I can only imagine what it would be like to hold Shoot's hand, have it against your skin, cupping your face tenderly… I love hands, and Shoot makes my attraction to them disgustingly worse.

Describe your f/o’s smile.

It's not often that Shoot smiles, but when he does, it truly is a sight. His thin, pouty lips curl into the softest of expressions, brightening his naturally serious and stoic features. He even has some dimples! Not big or pronounced, but they're there, and they're so cute. Shoot will smile more with people he is closer with, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't smile for a nice stranger or any acquaintance politely in passing. I think everyone can agree that he does need to smile more. He looks so good with one.

Describe your f/o’s hugs.

So…Shoot's hugs are a little tricky, only because of how tall he is. He would have to bend down a bit to hug someone as small as me (I'm only 5’!) Despite that, his hugs would be so comforting and warm, his embrace soothing as it absolutely incases me in his affections. Shoot would feel as if his hugs and his embrace weren't as good as other men's due to missing an arm, but he is absolutely wrong. Solely mistaken. It is the opposite of what he believes, and he should never say that about himself. He would tighten his arm around you firmly, only letting go whenever you needed him to. He genuinely longs for touch, closeness, and warmth from someone he is actually intimately close to and comfortable with.

Describe your f/o’s laugh.

Like with his smile, Shoot's laugh is also a rare thing to hear. When he does grace you with a small exhale or a light chuckle, it is the sweetest noise. It gets covered by his hand a majority of the time, he has a habit of covering his mouth if he laughs too loud or too much, though it only gets really loud if something really gets to him. Or if he gets to drinking. But at that point, he won't cover his mouth.

Describe your f/o’s stature.

Shoot is interesting when it comes to his height. Personally, I see him as being 6’3”, compared to Knuckle who looks as if he's 5’9” standing near him. He is quite tall. Pretty intimidating and possibly a little scary if looking down at someone. With his naturally kind, timid nature however, that is the exact opposite when it comes to people that he is close with. At least he could easily reach higher up places without using a step stool!

Describe your f/o’s movement.

He is fast, swift, and calculated with his movements during a mission and in the heat of battle. With years of training and working as a Hunter, he has grown to be one of the best in his line of work through just how quick he can be on his feet. When outside of work, Shoot walks calmly in stride, slow and steady, his long legs stepping lightly against the ground.

Describe your f/o’s legs.

Shoot's legs are always hidden underneath his long robe. They are strong, defined, weighted. One of his strongest assets that carries his body gracefully and well. He tends to wrap bandages around his thighs as he does his waist and torso, but it does not hide how thick and wide his pronounced muscle is. Sadly, he has a few leftover scars from his injuries during the end of the Palace Invasion.

Describe your f/o’s style.

This man's style is pretty unique. Shoot has an interesting way of dressing himself, as far as his usual outfit goes. His body wrapped in bandages underneath his long purple robe. His long hair braided from the hairline to the hair tie, falling in a side ponytail. Yellow earrings plugged in his earlobes, along with a small silver helix piercing and a long silver cuff on his left ear. He also has a tattoo of a red star on the cap of his left shoulder, with a gray chain link wrapped around the metal plate he has. From what I see of Shoot, he seems to enjoy fashion, jewelry, and tattoos, even if a little bit, regardless if he's never shown in regular clothes.

Describe anything else about your f/o.

When thinking about Shoot from a realistic perspective, there is evidence of him having anxiety and PTSD in some form. Regardless of how little or much of each, he definitely shows it through how he speaks, acts, and emotes. We don't know what his childhood was like, nor how his journey becoming a Hunter started. All we know is that at some point, Shoot lost his arm. That must have terrified him, regardless of when and how it happened. Being a disabled Hunter is probably rough on him, especially before he was able to conjure his Nen hands. And now, after his struggles during the Palace Invasion, it may trouble him more as he was very close to dying from his battle. With his anxiety, it is clear that Shoot has it. He is anxious, he shakes, sweats, overthinks. He stresses, hesitates. Shoot closes himself off and hides himself away, especially because he knows that he will get hurt, the fear of being hurt scaring him. Yet, in the heat of the moment, in a rush of gained confidence and adrenaline, he can get himself out of hiding. With his own strength, along with the encouragement from others, he can overcome (or subdue) his anxiety. Both of these things are a big part of him, but that definitely does not make Shoot weak by any means.

[senseiofbullshitarchive]

Oh, How Mista Loves You

Summary: Mista has a nightmare about losing you. It makes him reflect on how much he loves you.

Pairing: Guido Mista x GN!Reader

A/N: This was a secret Santa gift for a friend and is posted with their permission. This is an older piece so may be lacking.

WC: 2.4k

Read it on my AO3 here.

Warnings: Angst with fluffy ending, Not much dialogue

You hadn't even felt the bed shake next to you. You were sound asleep; unaware that Mista’s heart was racing and his body was covered in a light sheen of sweat as he stared down at you. It was just a nightmare. It was only a nightmare. He could breathe a sigh of relief. You were okay. Mista’s shaky fingers caressed your warm skin. His heart rate begins to calm when he hears you sigh in your sleep at the touch of his fingers. He lays back down only to bring himself closer to you. He tucks your head into the crook of his neck and runs his fingers through your hair. With an exhale, his eyes close as he tries to relax.

Guido Mista has been through so much. Very little surprises him and even less scares him. Every mission could be his last. He could leave home one day and never come back and he used to be okay with that. Until he fell in love with you. Mista knew he was in love with you long before you knew you loved him. He'd bottled his feelings for so long. At first, he'd tried so hard to trick himself and deny his feelings. He was in the mafia and the mafia was not a nurturing environment for a healthy relationship. There may be a day where he doesn't come home and he didn't want that to be anyone's burden to bear or pain to live with. He thought he was saving some heartbreak by breaking his own heart. He had even encouraged you to go on dates with people. Normal people. People that could come home to you everyday for the rest of your life. People that wouldn't break your heart in such a way that it could never be mended. One day you’d told him that the dates weren't working out. Like a fool, he'd asked why. For the first time in Mista's life, he'd been lost for words after hearing your answer. The people that you'd been going on dates with...well, they weren't him. None of them could hold a candle to Guido Mista, a man you'd been in love with for as long as you can remember. He still remembers the feeling of his heart about to leap out of his chest after the words left your lips. He couldn't help but grab you and bring you into a smothering kiss. He should've pushed you away. He should've told you that you couldn't be together but at the moment, Mista couldn't feel anything other than genuine happiness. Happiness that he couldn't find anywhere else. It felt selfish, keeping you to himself and being happy. He's killed people. Not only to defend himself, but on someone else's order. Did he deserve this?

Don Giovanna was able to connect the dots. He brought Mista into his office late one afternoon and offered protection for you. The Don had steeled his resolve to make the world around him a better placr. He saw no issue with taking down those who got in his way and he'd use everyone at his disposal to attain his goal. In your eyes, Don Giovanna was cold and calculating. Someone not to be messed with. And yet. Yet he saw the soft spot that Mista had developed for you. It was in the way that Mista always came in with a smile, even in the earliest of mornings. How he rushed to be with you after missions or after long days in the office. Mista had been taken by surprise when Giorno had offered to protect you unprompted.

That was all that Mista needed to hear. As soon as he was dismissed, he ran over to your place and hurriedly asked you to move in with him. The words left Mista's lips so quickly, you almost mistook them for a foreign language. There was a cute little house with a chimney for sale that you'd seen as he walked you home after one of your dates. Mista peppered your face in kisses and held you so tight, you thought he'd squeeze the life out of you as he asked if you wanted to start your life together in that house. He hadn't even finished his sentence before you jumped at the chance to tell him yes. Within a few days, the house was taken off the market and you both moved in.

Mista is surprisingly domestic for someone in the mafia. There are times where, if they observed him at home, one might forget that he is a mafioso. He sleeps in most days and cooks dinner almost every night. It came as a major surprise to you that Mista was such an amazing cook. Sure, he never put anything away or cleaned his area as he cooked, but the food was always fantastic. Mista hates washing dishes. Though he likes the presentation of eating from your nicest glass plates, he would prefer to use the disposable plates. He sweeps the kitchen every night after dinner and cleans the house almost every weekend. He takes pride in his home with you and even though he gives off a lazy outward appearance, he ensures that your home is always clean. In the late of afternoon, he'll lay his head in your lap and doze off as you run your fingers through his dark brown curls. You can almost forget that he is in the mafia. Almost. There were days that Mista would come home and his clothes are riddled with cut and bullet holes. Rags that could hardly be called clothes stuck to his body with dry blood. Even if his clothes were torn to shreds, he always came back to you with a smile on his face. (You always had to find time to thank Don Giovanna for patching Mista up.) Mista will always come back to you. This is what he tells himself every time he's injured. He has to make it back to you. Even if he only has enough breath in his body to tell you how much he loves you. He has to make it back.

Mista often thought about the possibility of dying during a mission, but he never considered losing you. It wasn't a fear that he’d had since you came under Don Giorno’s protection. That nightmare had reminded Mista of what could be should someone get their hands on you. His arms tightened around you and you grumbled in your sleep. It was just a nightmare. A nightmare where he couldn't protect you or save you. He'd watched the color drain from your eyes as he was frozen in place. The pain and the fear he'd felt was unbearable. It was just a nightmare. It wasn't real. You were here, alive in his arms. Just a nightmare, he'll continue to tell himself. You were sound asleep in the bed you'd made him buy because your last was too small. Mista tends to roll around and lay like a starfish at night and your last bed was too small to accommodate his sleeping habits. Even in this big bed, you'd always gravitate towards him as you slept. No matter how deeply you slept, you always reached out for him in the middle of the night.

He can't help the grin that splits his face in the dark of night when you shift in his grasp and mumble his name in your sleep. You were always thinking about him, even in your sleep. How did he get so lucky? It's a privilege to be loved so deeply by you. A privilege that Mista does not abuse or take for granted. Being the goofball that he is, he jokes about a lot of things, but he never jokes about how much he loves you or needs you. He always referred to you as his girlfriend, but he always thought so much more of you than that. You were his everything. He lived such a fast paced, dangerous life but every night that he laid next to you, his life felt still and peaceful. You had made this house a home. Sure, you argued and you didn't always see eye to eye. No couple was perfect. Those moments of disagreement only made it that much sweeter when he would hold you in his arms after making up. Even though this nightmare had shaken him in a way he'd never felt before, having you here in his arms only calmed him.

Mista wouldn't say he exactly believed in love before meeting you. He was in love with the idea of love and had been since he was a kid. Having someone that trusts and accepts you completely despite your faults was something he'd always heard about but never thought he'd ever experience. Passione only solidified this idea in his head. He was prepared to be alone until the day he died. He never expected to fall in love with you and he certainly didn't expect for you to love him back. Not everyone gets this opportunity in their lifetime. He'll be damned if he wastes it. Mista doesn't just tell you how much he loves you. He shows you. He's cheesey in the way that he makes breakfast from scratch and always fixes the toppings into the shape of a heart. Sometimes, when you stand in the kitchen he'll randomly serenade you by signing out of tune and bringing you close to slow dance. He always listens, even during an argument. He makes you feel heard, loved. At the end of a long day, he'll rub your feet without you having to ask. He isn't afraid to hold your hand or call you sickeningly sweet pet names in public. He doesn't stop gushing about you to those closest to him. You're the best. At everything, according to Mista. Even if Mista wasn't always the best with showing you how he felt, his stand had no issues. They were more than comfortable around you. Maybe too comfortable. They also adored you, running to you when they thought Mista was being harsh with them. You'd always took their sides. How could you not? They were adorable. Seeing you treat his stand, an outward but different part of himself, with so much care only made his heart grow fonder for you. His life has only gotten better because of you.

Mista stays awake staring at you until specks of orange begins to prickle into the horizon. He won't let you go. He won't let you slip through his fingers. It's amazing how you sleep through the tight grip he has on you. When you finally do wake up, you can smell breakfast being prepared. When you make your way to the kitchen, you see an array of food spread on the counter and Mista with his back to you as he continues to chop assorted fruit.

“Hey you,” you greet.

Mista jumps in shock, unaware that you'd been standing there watching him.

“Hey babe,” he says as he turns to look at you. “I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed.”

He offers you a crooked smile that makes your heart do a little skip as he puts the knife down and stalks over to you. Warm hands sneak around your waist and bring you tight to his chest. He hums as he looks down at you like you hold the moon and all of the stars in your eyes.

“What's the occasion?” you ask in reference to the spread of French toast, eggs, and various fruits.

“No occasion.”

You could feel suspicion growing within you.

“What is it this time? I already told you that you're not getting a motorcycle. You're way too clumsy for something like that.”

“What?”

You could see the confusion written all over Mista's face as you pull away from him to search the kitchen. The finger you point at him is accusatory, though your tone is playful.

“Guido, you're trying to butter me up for something. I know you!”

He cracks a smile.

“Babe, I'm not trying to butter you up.”

You bend down to open the cabinets under your sink. When he'd broken some of your favorite tableware, you remembered how he'd try to hide it in the cabinet.

“What'd you break?”

You can hear the laughter in Mista's tone when he tells you that it's nothing like that this time. He swears.

“Guido, I swear to God, if you backed over the neighbor’s mailbox again—”

“It's nothing like that! I promise!” He exhales with a chuckle as he brings you back to his chest and embraces you. You're both giggling by the time you settle back into Mista's arms. “Besides that cazzone deserves it. He never picks up after his dog. I just wanted to do something nice for you.”

You nuzzle him as he presses a soft kiss to your temple.

“I love you,” he says and you can tell that it's not enough. It doesn't completely emulate how he truly feels. He's way past the point of loving you. He feels something much deeper; something he can't put into words. His eyes are dark and his smile is soft. His body is warm as he holds you like you're the most precious thing in the world. This is the side of Mista that only you get to see everyday. It is moments like these that you wanted ingrained into your memory. You were truly happy. The world could strip you of everything else, but you'd still be happy because you had Mista. He and his stand brought a light to your life that you didn't know you needed.

“I love you too,” you tell him as you press a soft kiss to his lips. You feel him grin against you as you begin to pull away. “Come on. Let's eat at the table. Last time you dropped French toast and syrup on the sheets.”

“How long are you going to hold that against me?” he giggles.

“You dropped the whole platter!”

His laughter subsides as you guys settle at the table. Sex Pistols make their appearance at the sound of the dining chairs scraping against the wood flooring. Breakfast proceeds as normal. Normal meaning: Mista drops a piece of French toast when handing it over to Sex Pistols. He almost chokes when he sings along to music at the top of his lungs. He drops a piece of fruit into your cleavage as he tries to feed you and whispers something suggestive as you fish it out. He promises to clean your kitchen after you guys take a “well deserved food coma nap”.

When Mista is home, Sundays are always your favorite.

[eclipsednodes]

SHADOW WORK SIMPLIFIED

What is shadow work?

If I had to describe shadow work in one word, it would be introspection. Introspection is the examination of your own mental state and is necessary in order to learn more about your fundamental nature. Although it may sound off-putting and even scary at first, shadow work is a necessary component in the process of healing. We all have aspects of ourselves that we’ve rejected and hidden away out of fear. Through shadow work, we’re able to reflect on our thoughts, emotions, and habits so that we can find the root cause of our suffering and heal ourselves. By reincorporating those aspects of ourselves that we’ve denied, we feel more fulfilled and can begin to love ourselves fully. 

Where does shadow work come from? 

The concept of the shadow self comes from Carl Jung who believed that our shadow self is the subconscious aspect, or “dark side”, of our personality that our conscious ego doesn’t identify with. However, I would like to clarify that “dark” does not imply or equate with bad. That which resides outside of our consciousness can be either good or bad, but aren’t inherently reflective of our value or “goodness” as a person. 

Although these repressed aspects of ourselves can manifest negatively, it isn’t because those parts of us are “bad”, but that the process of repression is inherently painful and toxic. This is reflected by Jung when he states, "Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual's conscious life, the blacker and denser it is.” He believed that until we’ve merged our conscious and subconscious selves, that our conscious would be “the slave of the autonomous shadow”. This is due to the shadow self overwhelming our conscious selves by falling victim to our own self-imposed traps. 

Through assimilating this shadow self, not over-identifying with it, Jung believed we go through the process of enantiodromia, thereby integrating the subconscious by reincorporating our shadow selves into our personality and allowing us to solidify ourselves through wholeness. He best described this by stating "assimilation of the shadow gives a man body, so to speak.” However, don’t fall into the misconception that shadow work is a short-term practice. Shadow work is a continuous practice and integration of the shadow self is a will take place throughout your life.

How do I do shadow work?

In the last question, I identified that practicing self-reflection is a key component of shadow work, but what does that mean? What am I supposed to be reflecting on? Well, the first thing that you should focus on is being present throughout the day. Identify feelings that come up throughout the day and observe them objectively. What situation or interaction triggered these emotions? How did I react to those emotions? Were my emotions controlling me or was I in control of my emotions? Why did this situation or interaction cause me to feel this way? How did I cope with those feelings (self-harming, lashing out at others, communicating my feelings, journalling, etc.)? Did I punish myself for getting upset? If so, why? 

There are numerous ways to reflect on your feelings and experiences in order to get a better understanding of yourself. Through evaluating how you react to situations, which situations upset you, and how you managed those feelings, you’re able to build the foundation to understanding your emotions and bridge the gap between your subconscious and conscious mind.

Once you’ve done this, you’ll find that the emotions you feel in the present are reflective of unhealed emotions from your past. Perhaps the reason you feel that you’re unable to set boundaries as an adult is because as a child, your parents never respected your boundaries by going through your phone or diary, yelling at you when you said no to a request, forcing you into situations that made you feel you had no choice. 

By identifying the root cause of your emotional pain, you’re able to address it in the present and heal from the trauma. The simplest way that I’ve found to address them is through journalling. You can purchase a physical journal or even use your notes app, either way, you’re writing out your feelings and reflections to gain deeper insight. It’s important to remember that this looks different for anyone and that the best way to approach shadow work is by doing what feels most natural! You can choose to stick to self-reflective journal prompts, vent about whatever is upsetting you, write letters to whoever has hurt you, etc. Ultimately, you can guide yourself based off of what you feel you need and where you are in your journey.

What parts of yourself do you find yourself rejecting the most? Many of us have experienced the pain of rejection in some aspects of our lives and sometimes, it’s incredibly painful and leaves us with long-lasting wounds. We end up going through our lives carrying baggage that we don’t even know we have! Many times, I’ve found myself wondering why I felt so repulsed by aspects of myself and why I felt so strongly that they needed to be locked away forever. I couldn’t allow myself or others to see my truest self, my whole self, out of fear. I was scared of being rejected, shamed, humiliated by the people around me. I was scared of hurting other people by being myself and of being hurt by others. That’s no way to live, is it? When we tell ourselves that aspects of ourselves aren’t good enough, we end up going through life devaluing ourself. We’ve broken our own trust by rejecting ourselves, we’ve told ourselves that we aren’t good enough or worthy of love. In shadow work, you’re called to go inward and unpack everything that we’ve kept hidden for years and sometimes even decades. 

Bring the parts of yourself that you’ve repressed to the surface and nourish them with love, allow yourself to see that ALL OF YOU is deserving of love and support. For you, that could mean unlearning your unhealthy beliefs about food or eating, allowing yourself to be emotional around the people you love (despite how much you were told that you were too emotional, a crybaby, too sensitive in the past), allowing yourself to relax without feeling guilty about not being productive because you recognize your needs (even though you feel your sense of worth is tied to being productive at the cost of your own health).

Common misconceptions about shadow work?

Shadow work is evil or bad, the shadow is evil or bad 

The purpose of shadow work is healing through working with your subconscious to release repressed aspects of yourself and heal from painful, traumatic experiences. Your shadow side is simply your unconscious and to believe that it’s bad is to believe that you are bad. It’s merely the part of yourself that you aren’t aware of consciously and shouldn’t be feared. 

Certain emotions are “bad”

When you let go of the idea that emotions are either good or bad, you’ll allow yourself to just be and stop putting so much pressure on yourself to feel “good” all of the time. Happiness isn’t a constant state of being so stop expecting to be all of the time, we have a range of emotions for a reason so stop being ashamed of them. Your feelings are natural and if you feel like they’re out of control and something to be ashamed of, there is nothing wrong with that! It’s okay to feel like your emotions are controlling you because that isn’t permanent. Your feelings aren’t permanent and are completely manageable with proper guidance! The reason you feel like your emotions are controlling you is because you probably don’t have the knowledge to cope with them in an effective and healthy way. It’s helpful to sit with your emotions alone and look at them objectively without placing any judgement on them, this will help you calm down and assess your feelings. From there, you can identify what you need to relax and recover as well as acknowledge to yourself that your feelings are natural. When you stop categorizing your emotions as bad, they’re no longer shameful to experience and therefore you can see with better clarity how to cope with them and move on.

I’ve already released it so…

Why am I still upset?

Why does it still keep popping up in my head?

Why haven’t I moved on?

Why am I not making progress?

With the rise of self development and spirituality, I find that more and more people are rushing to complete their healing. Healing is a continuous, life-long cycle and not a destination. Putting the pressure on yourself to reach the place of ultimate healing is not only toxic, but it impedes your ability to actually heal anything. Healing is about love, compassion, and patience and it’s not going to happen according to a timeline. Allow yourself the time to experience your emotions, see them objectively, forgive yourself and others and move on without the pressure of expectations. 

 Another reason that you could be experiencing this is that despite the work you think you’ve done, it hasn’t been sufficient. I’ve found that a lot of journal prompts provided online are surface level at best and can be more pacifying than revealing. If you’re not feeling anything while doing your inner work, you’re not doing it correctly. Ultimately, this is about uncovering what makes us UNCOMFORTABLE and moving through those feelings. When you allow yourself to experience the sadness, hurt, anger, and/or frustration than you’re telling yourself that these feelings are okay and don’t need to be suppressed. The reality is that no matter what you’re feeling, you are allowed to experience those emotions and it’s only human! Unfortunately, many people associate lower vibrational emotions as bad, but this is a huge misconception! Telling yourself that anger, sadness, etc. are “bad” implies that you shouldn’t experience these emotions and that you have to get rid of them which is not only wrong, but unhealthy. There is no right or wrong emotions so don’t buy into the belief that you should feel a certain way, simply allow yourself to be and you’ll find that it’s much easier to navigate your emotions and needs. The only way to make it to the other side is by wading through the water, be patient and know that you’re feeling exactly what you should be. When you stop censoring yourself, you’ll discover a newfound sense of freedom and wholeness. 

 If you find yourself circling back to certain topics, for example, your ex-boyfriend than perhaps there are triggers in your environment that remind you of the situation, you have more that needs to be addressed that you may not have been ready for or aware of previously (hence why shadow work is a practice that is ongoing), or they’re representative of a deeper issue that you’re repressing. Whatever the cause is, the same methods as earlier will apply and can be discerned through your own intuition. 

What are some basic journal prompts that I can do?

What feelings come up when you think of ____?

How did that experience make you feel emotionally? How did it make you feel about yourself? How did it make you feel about the other person or people?

Write a letter to yourself, your inner child, the people who’ve hurt you, and the people you’ve hurt. Express how you feel honestly, without holding back and then forgive yourself and the other person.

If you could say anything to yourself or another person for closure, what would it be?

How have these situations and experiences impacted your mental health? How have they affected your belief system about yourself, other people, and the world?

What about yourself are you ashamed of? What about yourself are you embarrassed of? What about yourself makes you angry? What do you regret? Why do you feel this way about yourself and where do these feelings stem from?

What makes you feel most alone? What makes you feel most loved? How can you incorporate that knowledge into your life to make it better?

What’s the most hurtful thing someone has said or done to you? Why did it hurt you so much? How does it still affect you now? How can you heal from it and allow yourself to move on?

What do you need to forgive yourself for? What do you need to forgive others for?

Where do you feel you lack security in your life? Why? How does this impact your life and your relationships?

This is a list of generic prompts for you to start with, but feel free to message me if you need help with more specific topics or I can make another post altogether for journal prompts.

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You Are My Home (Geralt x Reader)

This was requested by anon. Enjoy!

The life (y/n) had it was something Geralt often envied, it was a way of living that had nothing to do with him, it was almost like she created her own magical bubble that kept her away from anything harmful, she lived in harmony with everything.

(Y/n) was a farmer's daughter, an only child and her mother passed away when she was young, a few years after she made her first step into adulthood her father also passed, so since she was a little girl her day was filled with taking care of the land and looking after the animals she so much adored. It wasn't the squeezing cow tits and cleaning out the stables that fascinated him, it was the utter bliss you could identify at the twinkle of her eyes, she was in love with her life, the bitterness and greed of the world had graced by her and left her unharmed.

(Y/n) had stumbled across Geralt at the market of the closest town of her home. She sold fruits, milk and vegetables there, still the reason why Geralt noticed wasn't her healthy goods, it was her booming voice as she shouted at a man. 

"If you lay your hands on a child again I will make sure you have no hands to do so!"

As he approached to see what all the fuss was about he saw her. Her hair was nearly pulled back and away from her face, her dress was this beautiful purple color as her hands were on her sides, one breath away from the man's face. Another thing he noticed was the child in question that hid behind her as it clinged on her legs for protection.

"He stole apples from my table"

"You want apples? Here"

She turned and took as many she could hold and started to throw them at the man. He acted out on impulse and stepped in to restrict her, she had a strong fire in her but he would hate to see the obviously taller man harm her.

"That's enough, I think you proved your point"

He said to her as he got in front of her and gently touched her forearms to make her take a few steps back.

"That low life, he almost killed the poor little boy over a few apples"

She muttered as she turned her back on Geralt and kneeled to the kids level. Her hand reached the child's face as she inspected him.

"Are you alright dear? Come with me, I have a bottle of milk for you"

He felt a bit hurt as the girl ignored his presence entirely. As the woman and the child walked over her counter, she instruced the child to sit on the stool as she passed him a bottle of milk. 

The child smiled brightly before chugging the bottle, at that moment of silent Geralt found the courage to speak up.

"I'm Geralt"

"Oh I'm sorry I got completely distracted. I am (y/n), thank you for helping me"

-

After that Geralt felt compelled by her, he would leave her for a short period of time to travel and pick up jobs, yet he always felt the need to come back to her. She was his haven, his safe space to relax, even when compared to him she was this tiny little thing she made him feel protected.

He awoke at the smell of fresh baked goods, he had come to her cottage late at night and exhausted. She only smiled in a sleepy manner and hugged him tight before helping him get into bed with her with no questions or spared words. 

At that time (y/n) walked in the bedroom with a cup in her hand. She was dressed in her white night dress and her hair was down, framing her beautiful face. She sat on his side of the bed as he sat up, the sheets falling from his torso.

"Good morning"

"I believe a good evening is more appropriate. Here, drink this"

She said as she passed the cup to him. (Y/n) loved thyme tea, she always made it for him whenever he came to visit her, the aroma of it made him feel welcomed and now he had linked that smell with her. He remembered how she rambled about how much it helps and nourishes you, he didn't remember what she said exactly but just seeing her so happy and focused on a subject about a simple thing made him smile. 

"Hmmm, what have I done to deserve you?"

He asked before taking a sip of the tea. She giggled at his teasing, he always said that to her, at first she found it funny however she was aware that Geralt thought very low of him, it made her so mad that he didn't see what she was seeing.

"It's the least I could do, you keep us safe"

"It wasn't by choice"

"No one forces you to work Geralt, you go hunting for jobs"

He didn't respond, he was well aware that she had a strong case here. After taking a few sips of the warm liquid he left the cup on the side of his bed before reaching for her hand to caress her soft warm skin. She looked at her hand in his, his skin against hers brought her goosebumps, she tried to hide her smile from him, although Geralt saw it and decided to not comment on it.

"How are things here?"

"Carina gave birth"

"Oh well she was really big last time I saw her"

"She was having a baby cow inside her, I think that's a bit normal"

They had been around enough for her to know what he wanted. She slowly crawled on her side and got under the covers with him, he smiled as he laid back down and rested his head on her breasts while his arms went around her waist bringing her as close as possible. Her fingers went up on his head, slowly caressing his long silver hair she so much adored, for a man that gets covered with monster blood ever so often his hair was soft like silk. 

His warmth made her relax even more as she took a deep inhale and closed her eyes, enjoying his natural scent tingling her nostrils, she never thought a man's smell would bring her such a calm sensation that made her muscles relax completely, the feeling was almost euphoric as she continued to run her fingers through his white mane.

Geralt enjoyed being caressed by her, after years of feeling the touch of a woman only after offering her coins he finally felt he was being cared for, it was something he thought he would never experience. Now here she was making the giant witcher melt in her arms.

"I missed you"

He whispered just enough for her to hear, (y/n) smiled before placing a kiss at the top of his head. Anyone else would laugh at the sight of the big bad witcher snuggling up on a girl and letting her wrap her legs around his torso in order to make him feel protected. She wasn't short but anyone would look small in comparison.

"I missed you too dearest"

Hearing her speak to him in such a delicate and soft way made him feel his stomach twist, in a good way of course. She was what he never knew he missed, she was the warm sun in his gloomy life.

"One day I won't have to leave you"

"One day I will put poison in your tea. Not the deathly kind, maybe paralyze you so you won't be able to leave"

His chest erupted with laughter at her snarky comment, she never phrased her sadness and displeasure when he left her, still he could sense it. It was exactly what he felt so there was a mutual understanding of how much they both hated that departure. He raised his head to look at her as she offered him a warm smile in return

"You are my home"

"Maybe one day my home won't have to slip away from me"

[snow-flake-writes]

Hi Kate! ^^

I finally can have a rest after a lot things that I been go thought and I just wanted to spend the time with your precious and gorgeous writtings! I really love to read them honestly.

Moreover, after reading a Platonic Yandere! Mafia! Whitebeard Pirates with Teen! Reader I had an idea...and I made a art of it! Well..it's not really done yet but I really like the way I drew Pops!

That's why...if you- if you feeling okay with this. Can you..Can you maybe make a Part 3 of it?. Please?

After the first day after the Y/n's brother and father disappearance - she actually feeled free a bit. No one shout ot on her, No one is verbally hurting her or physically- she is kind of safe.

However, after days passed (it was already week after they disappeared) she started to worry about her brother and father which little surprised her. It's not like she was sick worried , it's more of a wonder where they were.

Usually she could always see her brother with his friends at the places that they liked to go - but he wasn't there, only his friends having fun together. Without him.

She could understand why father is not coming home for days - he was always stressed because of work which is really easy to understand. But she knew that he would always came home at weekends and at night time. But he didn't.

While Y/n was starting to worry about the disappearance. There was just a..a simple conversation between Pops , Marco , Vista. About what to do with the two bastards. Should they make them suffer from long and miserable pain or mentally destroy their minds until they will beg to kill them instead of letting the go?

While right now, Y/n is sitting behind of the door thinking of does this man watching me all the way to my home to kidnapp me too?

I'm really sorry if it's way to much-

I just couldn't not to think of the Mad and Protective Pops and his sons who is pissed that some stupid bastards even dared to touch their little precious sister/daughter-

Sorry, anyway if you feel uncomfortable with it - ignore this message and go eat something healthy and relax.

Have a great day!

🥺thank you so much, Cherry, for the nice comment. It makes me so happy that you like my writings. I am glad to write for you as well!

Also, can I see the art when your done?! You can totally pm me, only if that’s okay, of course! I would love to see it.

Enjoy!

Yandere Whitebeards Stalk HCs Part 3

Of course (Y/N) feels free!

At first she didn’t really notice her father and brother missing. She thought that maybe they went somewhere without telling her. It wouldn’t be the first time.

She felt relieved. Able to run around the home without getting yelled at. Or coming home without her own family glaring at her.

She didn’t have to hide away in her room.

A week of silence and calmness, for once, she started to get a little nervous. Her family may be mean to her, but they are the only family she has.

So (Y/N) looked around for them. Made sure that they were at least okay.

She stopped by the restaurant her brother likes to hang out with friends. His friends were there, alright, but not her brother.

“Have you seen my brother?” She asked them.

“Nah. Haven’t seen him around.” One of the friends say, quickly going back to talking. They were smiling like nothing happened, or they didn’t care.

She moved on. Days of looking for her family and she couldn’t find them anywhere. (Y/N) didn’t feel too sad about it, but she couldn’t help hit worry.

But on her way home, she heard some men talking in an alleyway. She was curious, hiding behind the door to listen. Maybe she’ll find something about her family.

“What should we do? They definitely don’t deserve anything good for what they have done to her.” Pops asks the other men.

“Let’s make them suffer miserable pain!” Marco suggests.” Marco says excitedly.

“Or mentally destroy their minds to where they’ll want us to kill them.” Vista says with a more even voice. He was more serious.

“We’ll have to think about it. For now, watch over (Y/N) and make sure she doesn’t find out.” Pops says, ending the conversation.

(Y/N) was terrified. She quickly headed home, sliding to the floor and hugging her knees.

“Those men….are stalking me…? They said my name….! Are they going to kidnap me, too?!”

It was best for her not to leave her home, until she knew more about these men.

[a-supernatural-writer]

Playing With Their Hair

Poly Lost Boys, Michael and Star x Gender neutral reader

Came up with this while chatting with @aliypop. Thank you for giving me this idea, I had so much fun with this!

I love playing with hair/having my hair played with so here's an imagine where the reader like playing with their partners' hair and they receive some loving back.

Warnings?: there's like a few curse words...?

Playing with your multiple partners' hair was something that you did absentmindedly. Whether it be while you were doing a task that kept you in one spot, cuddling with them, being near them or even to just get your mind off things.

Though some of your partners allowed it more than others. Dwayne was at the top of your list of people that loved it when you played with his hair. He loved it when you would run your fingers through it and scratch his scalp. At times you would catch him almost falling asleep.

He also liked it when you would braid his hair. Sometimes when he would wake up in your nest he would find small random braids in his hair and thought it was absolutely adorable. He wore them the entire night and didn’t take them out until you did so yourself.

There were a handful of times that you’ve given him an actual french braid. You would smile when you would take it out the next day, his usual straight hair now a little wavy.

Dwayne would also reciprocate the action. If you were laying down with him or just leaning against him, he would play with your hair as well. If it was long enough, he would braid your hair as well. He’s the only one who kills it at braiding. If your hair was short, he would just run his fingers through it, scratching your scalp to lull you to sleep.

Beads were also a big thing between the two of you. If you wanted to give him a few braids, you sometimes wanted to add a couple of beads as you braided. He would do the same with you, picking out your favorite colors and wearing a smile the entire night when you wouldn’t take them out.

Paul enjoys it as well, I mean, have you seen his hair? The boy runs his hands through his hair to get that teased look. He loves it when you tease it yourself, trying to fix it from laying down in your nest or even just from causing chaos.

This boy purrs when you run his fingers through his hair. He’s like a big cat… or a golden retriever that loves the attention. He will lay practically on top of you as you play with his hair. You wanna put in a few braids? Sure! Just please take them out before he goes to sleep. He’ll wear them out no problem but he doesn’t want them for too long.

Paul mostly enjoys you just running your fingers through it. He will play with your hair, no questions asked. If he does, expect him to stare at your face like a love-sick puppy when he does. He loves you to death and just watching you be so relaxed by his touch could make his dead heart beat one more time.

Plus, he fidgets a lot so letting him play with your hair was a BIG thing. He would try his best to give you braids but would fail and you were lucky that he didn’t tie your hair into a knot if it was long enough. If it was short, he would still have fun just playing with the small strands of hair.

Michael 100% down with you touching his hair which made you very happy. Have you seen his curls?!?! They are so soft!! Probably has the softest hair out of the entire bunch. You love running your fingers through his hair and you are not the only one. Everyone seems to love the softness, everyone somehow and someway has run their fingers through his hair.

He loves affection and playing with his hair not only calmed you, but it also calmed him. Multiple times he has fallen asleep in your lap and you definitely aren’t complaining about it.

Since his hair isn’t necessarily long, you can braid it, but it isn’t going to be the best. You are incredibly lucky if you can get a couple braids. You mostly just play with the curls, pulling them and watching them spring back into place which always makes you giggle and make little sound effects with them. (Side note: I have really curly hair and so many people did this to me.)

He is the only one, apart from Star and Marko that you can put anything in his hair. Sometimes you’ll put in random clips, pulling some of the hair back into a new hairstyle. The clips would range from simple bobby pins to colorful metal snap clips to more fancier ones with tiny jewels on them. A pretty boy deserves pretty clips.

When he plays with your hair, he’s so gentle. Treating you like glass and mostly is pushing you hair out of your face so he could stare at it. Your heart clenches when he looks at you lovingly and running his fingers through your hair.

Star is on the same level as Paul. She melts from your touch. Her favorite thing to do is hug you as you play with her hair. You detangle her long curls, giving her braids like the others and even adding in small beads like Dwayne, but that’s very rarely.

You are convinced that her hair is the longest. Followed by Marko, Dwayne and then Paul. David’s is just a tiny bit longer than Michael’s, so you have so much fun with Star’s hair the most.

Even when you weren’t playing with it while relaxing, you were trying out new hairstyles out on her. You’ve both gone through multiple different looks for her. Experimenting to see what worked and what didn’t. Star could never see what you’ve done but you always explained it to her the best you could or even showed her pictures of what it looks like from magazines.

Star does the same for you. She’ll style it and play with it depending on what length or even what type of hair you had. She always tried her best, giving you looks that she knows you would love. Heck, she’ll even help you dye it or cut it to your wishes if you ask her too. To be honest, Star is the only one you’ll allow to cut or do anything drastic to your hair.

Marko is weird about his hair. He takes care of his luscious golden curls like it’s his baby. It’s on the same level of his jacket. Nobody can really touch or play with it. But if he’s in the mood or gets a little jealous that everyone else's hair is getting love, he wants it too!

Without a word, Marko will just either plop down in front of you or sit on your lap, pulling out the hair tie that keeps his hair back and just mumble that he wants you to play with it. How could you resist? Answer: you couldn’t.

His long beautiful curls were like Michael’s but had a bit more of a bounce to them. You would detangle them, he would love it when you scratched his scalp, closing his eyes and leaning into your touch.

Good luck doing anything to his hair because curly hair is very tricky to work with. The curls get caught easily on each other. You think you have it down? Nope. Nice try. Marko’s hair: 1 You: 0

Marko’s hair is the second softest. Again, he takes care of his curls, he takes pride in them and he will never cut it. Maybe trim it to keep it healthy, but nothing more than an inch off. He’ll lose it.

He LOVES playing with your hair though. Anytime the two of you are together, his hands are playing with anything he can get his hands on. He will even take tips from Star on how to take care of your hair. There are some nights that Marko will take Star’s place and try a style that he thinks will look good on you. You know he was happy with his work because he was smiling all night long.

Now David… David’s hair is a no. Don’t touch it in front of the others, don’t even think about it. He’s like Marko. His mullet is a part of him and he doesn’t like people fucking with it. But that’s when he’s around the others. In private, just the two of you, it’s a whole different story.

Even in private though, he’s still a little protective of it. Very rarely will he just let you "play" with it. It’s only if he’s in a really good mood or he’s stressed. If he’s stressed, it’s probably one of the best things you can do for him. He especially likes it when you scratch the lower back of his head, right where it connects with his neck. Don’t ask why, it just feels good.

Another thing that he really likes is when you push back any stray hairs of his. Your fingers would brush against his face, hitting a little bit of his scruff as you pushed back a stray hair behind his ear. If you do that, dear lord, have mercy on your soul because he likes it way too much.

Other than that, you aren’t touching it unless you two are doing some kinky shit, which is the only other time he’ll let you touch it. Just pulling his hair at the base, the same place he likes scratched, and that’s when I wish you all the luck in the world. He isn’t letting you go at all that night.

David really only plays with your hair if he’s thinking about something. He’ll usually be laying with you in your nest, smoking a cigarette in one hand while petting your hair with the other, deep in thought. He doesn’t say anything as he does so and that’s okay. He’s content and so are you.

Also, don’t let anybody else know, but how the hell do you think his hair is platinum blonde, almost white? You are the only one to bleach and dye his hair. He will never live down the teasing from the others if they saw him with the foil in his locks. The only one he would allow to see was Dwayne. Before you came along, he was the one helping.

Apart from that, there are multiple times when a handful of you have braid trains. And that includes Michael, you and Dwayne; in the specific order. Michael learns from both you and Dwayne on how to braid hair.

Occasionally, Marko might join, letting Dwayne braid his hair. You’re a little jealous cause somehow Dwayne has magic fingers and is able to braid Marko’s hair with no problem.

Of course, like David, all of them either like pulling your hair or getting theirs pulled in a certain way. More or less, it’s David, Dwayne, and Marko that prefer pulling yours. Paul and Michael like it when you do it to them and Star… this girl is a wild card, you never know with her.

Either way, playing with their hair or them playing with yours is, in a way, therapeutic for all of you and it brings you all even closer together.

[vemuabhi]

Hii may I request a Headcanon? Hmm how about Sanji, Sir crocodile, and Ace taking care of their pregnant s/o? 🥺👉🏾👈🏾

Hi! i actually don't like crocodile much but as you asked so cutely, i am not able to resist. here you go!

SANJI

(A/N: Awww just look at how chopper goes to Sanji and Sanji smiles as sees Chopper. So adorable!)

When heard that their s/o is pregnant, firstly Sanji would freak-out in a good way. He is happy, exited, thrilled and very much overwhelmed. He would be very grateful for his S/O for carrying his baby.

Also as Sanji was almost rejected by every woman, being with S/O and starting a relationship with them already made him devoted to them, and to think they are carrying his baby, he would cry with happiness and express how thankful he is to have a family with them.

As Sanji didn’t have a happy childhood, he would promise to himself that he would protect and love his child and also his S/O who is making this happen.

He’d make sure S/O gets all the required nutrition they need by creating healthy tasty recipes. He’d always take his S/O to regular health check-ups. He’d take extra care of the health requirements they need.

During morning sickness, Sanji would hold S/O’s hair and shoulder while they threw up. S/O would try to stop him from seeing them in such a mess but it would be futile as Sanji wouldn’t listen to them anyway.

Consider the already less housework done by S/O to be stopped. He would not let his S/O lift anything nor bend to even tie their shoes. Even if S/O assures him that they are fine and could do some work, he wouldn’t listen. They are carrying his baby and needed rest. He treats them like a royal as they deserve, but… he makes them do regular exercise which needs to be done to make sure they are healthy.

Talking about the baby names would make the couple so happy.

He’d buy cute baby clothes as the due date approaches. Learning baby recipes would be Sanji’s new hobby. He would think about S/O and their child all day long. But he’d do his work amazing so his thinking wouldn’t affect his work. But… his best friends would never hear the end of his talking about his S/O and their future child. But still as he is happy they just let it slide and they stay happy with him.

He is very happy to have a baby but at the same time he is kinda scared. What if he wouldn’t be a good father? What if he is not responsible enough? All his insecurities would keep him up some nights. As S/O knows about this, they assure him that everything is going to be fine and they trust him and believe in him that he’d be the best father. Hearing these lovely words from his S/O Sanji slowly believes in himself and let’s go of his insecurities. And guess what… he is the best dad to his child and is absolutely smitten by the baby.

ACE

Ace was shocked and would freeze at the moment his S/O told him that they were pregnant. He was so surprised that he couldn’t talk. He would stay silent for a while. Just at the moment that his S/O feels that he isn’t happy with this, he pulls them towards his chest and slowly and very tenderly says “Thankyou so much”, in his S/O’s ear, making sure only for them to hear.

Ace would become over protective and caring for his S/O from then. He’d make sure S/O not to do anything which harms them or drains them out. He wouldn’t completely stop S/O from doing what they want to do but would keep an eye on them and made sure they didn’t exhaust themselves.

Ace would cuddle with S/O and try to calm them down if they are crying and with all the mood swings are affecting them. He’d rub soothing circles around their back and made sure that they feel safe and comfortable.

He’d slowly fill up the room with baby toys and cute baby clothes. He’d try to read the parent books but would end up falling asleep.

He would wake up during nights and think about how his life is going to change, how his life was going to change for good. He’d be falling in love with S/O more than ever he could imagine.

He makes sure that his S/O would get regular check-ups and is healthy. As the due date approaches he’d be more nervous and would be more protective of his S/O  and the baby and yes! When the baby is born, he is the most fun, playful, still protective dad.

SIR CROCODILE

At first Crocodile didn’t think that his S/O was being serious so he brushed her off by saying he was busy and had no time to make jokes. He knew they were being serious when they held his hand wouldn’t let it go.

His S/O thought he would be angry or even break up with her. But to their surprise he smiled. He was happy and it was genuine. This made his S/O feel relaxed and also happy.

Crocodile doesn’t look like he cares but he is the man of actions but not words, because he never expressed how he really feel with his S/O.

Crocodile brings gifts and mom care items for his S/O. he always makes others do shopping for him, but now he himself he is shopping and making sure they are perfect for his S/O. He definitely doesn’t want his S/O to get sick. But when S/O asks him about this he turns tsundare mode and won’t agree with them, making S/O chuckle.

He makes time for his S/O and spends time with them every day even if he has work. He wants them to stay happy and healthy.

He even takes his S/O out on dates and makes sure she is comfortable and happy. Slowly he says what he feels about this and how much happy he is to have his S/O.

After the baby is born he is the dad who makes sure to take the baby to his work and shows off how cute the baby is. (he is the boss after all) he is totally open about how he loves his baby and becomes the over protective father.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

I hope you liked this! please like and reblog if you liked it. im sorry for any mistakes.

[orphaned-kiirokero]

Outro: Love is Not Over (5)

Pairing: Daycare Teacher! Hoseok x Single Mom! Reader.

Genre: Single Parent! AU, Teacher! AU, Hybrid! AU, Fluff, Angst, Adorable Kids,

Warnings: Oh boy, self doubt, A LOT of it. angsty, momma y/n isn’t doing too good, mentions of anxiety, allusions to worthlessness, just a lot of bad intrusive thoughts that are very degrading (and not in the smexy way)

Word Count: 1.1k

Note: I have a website that calculates my word count for stories, but it also tells me the most used word. 1.4% of this chapter is the word “Yunho” lol

Summary: Years after a relationship goes south. You are the single mother of a beautiful 6-year-old golden retriever hybrid who you named Yunho. He is the light of your life. Yunho is everything to you, and you’d do anything for him. But you’re a human. Yunho doesn’t care, he will tell you he doesn’t. “You’re still my Eomma. No matter what.” He says. But you can’t help but feel like you will never be enough for him. You can’t be the mother he deserves. You can’t show him the ropes of being a hybrid, and you can’t teach him things the other moms can. But you try. You try your damn hardest. So, when a handsome German Shepard hybrid comes into your life, helping you and guiding Yunho in a way you can’t, you can’t help the cozy home he sets up in your heart.

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      Being an adult was exhausting. Especially the part where you pretend that you're listening when the bank teller states you should’ve cashed in your paycheck 2 days ago to get a lesser fee. Thanks Pat, I’ll think of that next time I’m working my ass off and talking care of a six-year-old, lovely advice, you are so helpful. 

     But it was enough to distract me from the underlying inferiority I felt every time I saw a dog hybrid in passing, even if it was just for a bit. I understood that the trend today was short fur and undercuts, but what if their fur was short for a bigger reason? Was it just their style or was it practical? Is long fur bad for your health? 

      These questions never left my head as I got some time to myself. I was on my way to pick up Yunho from his little daycare adventure. Hyejin texted me occasionally throughout the day, giving me updates about how Yunho was doing. Every picture she sent had a smiling golden retriever boy who looked more than okay, perfectly happy and healthy. 

      However, it pained me that seeing him sport his long fur stirred up insecurity in me. It was like a taunt. Words playing in the back of my head, telling me I was an incapable mother, that Yunho deserved better, that when he grows up and sees these pictures, he’ll resent you. 

      Like the laughter of a jester, I was calling myself stupid, unworthy. Every single thing I’ve done imperfectly played in my head like a twisted movie from hell. Look, look, look. Look how incapable you are. Look how badly you're raising your son. Look at your failures. 

      Even if I turned on the radio, I could still hear my subconscious toying with me. Like a fly in a tarantula’s nest. Why has one person's observation affected me so much? A couple words and my resolve suddenly came crashing down? Maybe it was the one spark that needed to set off the explosion. All the TNT, lined up from previous nights consumed by irrational thoughts, now finally igniting. “You’re failing”

Rationally, I knew that wasn’t the case. 

But it’s never that easy, is it? 

“Eomma!”

“Hi, bub!” I giggled. 

      Yunho ran into my arms, tackling me onto the hard, concrete sidewalk. But I didn’t mind. Yunho squeezes me tight, scenting me with upmost enthusiasm, his tail whipping around rapidly. “I missed you,” Yunho sighed, fisting his hands into my shirt. “I missed you too baby,” I whispered, holding him just a tad bit closer, and I meant it. 

No matter how bad I felt, I’d always be okay with him around. 

      “Did you have fun?” I asked. He nodded frantically, face painted with excitement. “Yes! I got to play with legos!” He raised his arms up, expressing just how much he loved playing with the legos. “You did? That’s awesome!” I gasped, kissing my son on the forehead. 

      I stood back up on my feet, taking Yunho in my arms to carry him back to the daycare. I still had to thank Hyejin, and no doubt was she still in the office, giving me a moment with Yunho. but to my surprise, it wasn’t Hyejin that let Yunho bolt out the door and tackle me to the ground. It was Hoseok. 

      He gave me a shy wave and smile as Yunho and I entered the front office. I gave him a genuine one back. I may be fighting with myself in my head, but it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know, so why be cold? “Hello Hoseok,” I said, and Yunho also gives him an excited wave.

     “Hello Y/n, how was your day?” He asked, but his words were still tight, still cautious. “It was okay... Thank you for watching over Yunho for me, you and Hyejin both.” Hoseok seemed to light up a bit at my words as his smile grew wider. “It’s nothing really, Yunho is an amazing kid,” I felt my heart swell at those words, Yunho was definitely an amazing kid. I must’ve done something right. Right?

      “Yeah, he is,” I teased the boy who blushed and hid his face in the crook of my neck. I cooed at his cuteness before Hoseok spoke up again. “I-I’m sorry for earlier, I really didn’t mean to upset you.” He curved into himself a bit. 

      His apology was sincere, I knew that. From what Hyejin had told me and from what I observed, Hoseok was a good guy. He didn’t know the impact his words had, besides; it was my problem anyway. Why burden someone else?

    “I’d like to take you for a coffee sometime, as an apology” Hoseok added on after I didn’t say anything for a minute or two. I chuckled, “That sounds nice, but you don’t have to. It’s okay, really,” but Hoseok shook his head, insisting that this was the way to apologize for something that obviously struck a deep nerve. 

“Alright, I give in. Do you have a date in mind?” I asked.

“Ah... I didn’t get that far... Here, I’ll give you my number so I can text you!” Hoseok exclaimed, having an eureka moment. 

“Smooth, Hoseok, very smooth.” I giggled. 

      “Wha? Oh no! I didn’t- I mean...” Hoseok stuttered on, a flush of pink on his face. “I’m joking,” I smiled. Hoseok sighed in relief, chuckling to himself. “Here you go,” Hoseok handed me his phone, and I entered my number in his contacts with one hand, expertly. People don’t mention that one of the mom powers is being able to do things one handed. 

      “I’ll text you as soon as I can,” Hoseok promised. “I’ll be waiting,” I said, forgetting all about my worries and fears for a moment. The air felt calm, my brain relaxed, it was easier to breathe. I was thankful for that, even if the moment was short. 

      Yunho looked out the car window at the trees that lined the road. He was swinging his feet back and forth. The ears on the top of his head twitched a bit every time a new song started on the radio. The sun hit his face like a Picasso painting that screamed innocence. A portrait that slipped off the canvas, given to me, even if I wasn’t deserving of such beauty. 

      “Hey bub?” I called, glancing in the rear-view mirror to look at my son. “Yea?” He answered back, looking towards me even if he couldn’t look at my face. “Are your ears and tail okay?”

“Yep!”

“Your fur doesn’t bother you?”

“Nope!”

“Are you sure? We can cut it if it’s bothering you,”

“I don’t wanna cut it!” 

      Yunho doesn’t lie. He can’t. He always gives himself away by either avoiding my gaze or mumbling to himself. But he was confident in those words. That helped. “Okay bub, I love you.”

“I love you too Eomma,”

[tomsrebeleyebrow]

Can u do a dad boxer!tom holland x mom reader were they have a 2 month old baby girl and she suprises him at his boxing match and he gets kind of upset because she doesn’t want the baby there for safety and the environment. And he opponent says some disrespectful stuff about the baby and reader and long story short Tom gets kicked out the ring . Angst but a happy ending 

ouuh yes! thanks for giving me some boxer!tom with dad!tom as a bonus darling 💞

slight angst, language and fighting under the cut

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During his successful boxing journey, Tom finally reached his goal at being the youngest participant in his category thanks to all these endless hours spent at the gym. It finally paid off. Nonetheless he wouldn’t be here without you, his best supporter, who never got scared about his quite peculiar job and the first to treat his wounds after a match. You, the mother of his child, a two-month healthy baby girl. The thought of being a dad never crossed Tom’s mind but you gifted him with something he never thought he deserved. And here he was now, living from his passion next to the ones he loved the most because he wanted to give his family the best.

And tonight was the night. But he was really stressed.

Alone in the locker room, Tom sat on a bench while keeping his head between his hands, his boxing gloves resting on his thighs. It became his ritual before every match to get mentally prepared by himself, to get “in the zone” as he always said. Once done he stood to bandage his hands before putting his gloves on when he heard three knocks on the door before it opened.

“Ready, Tom?” asked his coach fully appearing at the door, hands in his jeans pockets.

Tom nodded, a slight frown on his face showing he was indeed ready. “Yes, coach.”

“Good. But before that, your little fanclub wants to see ya.”

The words from the coach confused Tom for a second, just like the grin he gave him right before slightly moving to the side, letting a very familiar figure make its way in the room. Tom’s face lightened up at the sight of you – as beautiful as ever with that candid and gorgeous smile of yours – and he got ready to take you in his arms to welcome the good luck charm kiss you always gave him before his matches.

“Babe! You made it–”

But he suddenly stopped, the words blocked in his throat, as he saw another presence he was not expecting to see at all. His smile instantly vanished to be replaced with one of confusion.

“What is Maya doing here?”

Maya, your two-month daughter. His little bubble of joy and pride. The baby was nicely wrapped around a white fluffy blanket to block the cold air from the place, a cute pink beanie poking out of it while she was peacefully sleeping in your arms.

You softly kissed your baby’s forehead then looked up at your partner, smiling. “Lily wasn’t able to babysit her tonight, so I just decided to bring Maya with me so she will cheer for you too. I also saw your mum in the bleachers, she kept a spot for us and–”

“Maya has nothing to do here, (Y/N)!”

Tom’s voice startled you, he never raised his voice at you. “B-But I thought you’ll be happy? I-I didn’t know you would be this upset–” You blinked a few times, slightly confused but before you could add anything else, Tom spoke again.

“That’s not a place for a baby, of course I’m upset!”

Again you got startled by his voice. Tom’s coach was still standing at the doorframe of the room, clearly uneasy at the scene going on in front of him, but decided to not say a single word since he had no right to interfere in his protégé’s private life. Still, a sudden tension rose and was obvious in the lockers.

You brought Maya closer to your chest, eyeing her down hoping she didn’t wake up. You thought you acted with good intentions, never thinking a second about upsetting your lover right before the most important match of his career. Your eyes diverted from Tom’s, looking down at your feet as your entire frame started trembling, trying your best to not cry by biting your bottom lip hard because it was not the time to make a scene.

“Fuck,” whispered Tom, finally back to his senses when he saw you shut yourself away like you often did during stressful situations. “I’m sorry, love, I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you.”

He approached you with big steps, his arms gently embracing you and his daughter against his strong frame and proceeded to kiss your temples to soothe you. “Shhh, it’s alright, baby. I’m not mad at you at all, I love y–”

“Well well well, would ya look at ‘dis!”

Fuck, not him.

A baritone voice echoed in the hallway behind you, the sarcastic tone making Tom’s body tense as his look automatically fell onto the one person he didn’t want to see right now. Or at least before the actual match. His tonight’s opponent. Tom’s coach clicked his tongue while arranging his cap, hoping desperately that nothing would go wrong.

You turned your head towards the voice, Tom making sure to keep you and your daughter as close to him as possible, his hands tightening around your hips as he took a step back, bringing you with him.

“Tommy brought his lil’ family here!” the opponent said with a dirty smirk painted on his face. A simple glance at him brought shivers down your spine, applying a slight pressure of Maya’s face to hide her against your chest. You swallowed with some difficulties, your mouth now dry as you also felt tension invading your lover’s body. “Thought it was a friendly family show, boy? Want ‘em to watch how much I’m gonna destroy ya not even your lady will recognize ya?”

Tom’s jaw tensed and his coach had the good reflex to somehow peacefully step between them both, also trying to take you away from being in the middle.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give ‘er a go once I’m done with ya, loser. Gonna shag ‘er good like real men do–”

You were brought to the side with Maya by the coach just in time before Tom stomped his way on his opponent, almost jumping on his throat as he succeeded at punching him in the face the way he deserved it. Tom was seeing red, adrenalin invaded his body and boiling in his veins at such inappropriate comments made to you, the love of his life.

Before this could go even further, Tom’s coach and his opponent one quickly stepped in to separate and calm the two men. Insults were of course thrown at each other, Tom still badly determined to give one or two more punches to this despiteful human being but thankfully, his coach succeeded at holding him down.

Once all the chaos died in the locker room, Tom also calmed down then quickly came back at you, his body in desperate search for you and his daughter. He muttered so many “sorry”’s in your ears, his face nestled in your neck while embracing you against him. All you could do was hug him back, the harsh words from that rude man still resonating in the back of your head as a sob broke from your lips. Tom gently rocked you side to side, hoping to also soothe his little Maya who just started to whine lightly in her blanket. You stayed like this, the three of you engulfed in each other’s warmth until they called him to join the boxing ring, you and your lover exchanging words of love and encouragement in soft whispers.

But tonight, Tom lost the final.

All the stress he accumulated before the match didn't help for sure, but it was never your fault. He admitted it himself when his coach was treating and stitching some of his wounds back in the locker room. His opponent was definitely stronger than he was. Nonetheless the match promoted Tom in another way, still giving him good publicity as one of the best new talents in the boxing field.

After he took a shower, Tom wrapped a towel around his hips and got back to his locker to get fresh clothes when he saw you sitting on the bench. Aware of his presence you stood up, a worried look on your face and decided to wait for him to walk to you. You must have left Maya to his mum since he saw no stroller in the room. He opened his arms as he approached you then welcomed you back in his embrace, your arms wrapping themselves around his waist and still careful to not apply too much pressure to the spot he got hit on.

He let out a long sigh, this time more relaxed, and pressed a few kisses on the crown of your head. You looked back up at him, chin resting on his torso as one hand gently rested on his cheek to caress the bruise slowly darkening on his cheekbone. Your eyes locked with his in silence.

“I lost, I’m sorry,” Tom whispered before leaving another feather-like kiss on your forehead.

“I’m the one who should be sorry.” Your soft eyes appeased him, just like your big innocent eyes did. “I never intended to upset you, a-and I’m sure that’s why you lost tonight–” Once again your lips pressed tightly in a thin line to stop any sob to leave. “A-And you also got injured, I’m so sorry Tom, I–”

Tom interrupted you with a deep kiss – at first he wanted to give you a soft one but your distressed look pained him too much. He cupped your face in his still moist hands from the shower, making sure to not let you go. When you finally parted to catch your breath, your lips stayed close to one another, still bruising and sharing the same air.

“It was not your fault, baby,” Tom said while gently caressing your cheeks. “It’s my stupid ass to blame here. I got carried away by too many things but the worst was I almost made you cry, when I promised I would never. You and Maya are the most precious things in my life that I should protect at all cost and even if I lost the match tonight, at least I gave this asshole some good well-placed punches in his face.”

You slightly giggled at Tom’s cheeky comment, clearly to caml the atmosphere. He pecked your lips once again before you nuzzled your face against his still naked torso, the natural scent of his skin relaxing you.

“No one messes with my family, or death is what’s waiting for them.”

… I should write more angst 😂

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Daminette - The Goddess of Deception vs the Goddess of Creation Pt. 2

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Recap

They held the wedding the next day. It was a beautiful ceremony, but none of Damian’s family could believe it. Who would have thought that the goddess that he met in an alleyway in Los Angeles would be with him forever? None of them expected it. By the end, both Marinette and Damian were happy that they were together. But, they still had one more obstacle to face, the wedding of the goddess of creation and the god of the sun.

To be continued…

(Marinette’s POV)

It had been about a month since the wedding Marinette the real goddess of creation, and Damian, the god of the Underworld. And they were happy together. Marinette had still not eaten the pomegranate seeds, much to the relief of Damian, but Marinette felt like she was betraying their marriage by not doing so. That’s a problem for another time, Marinette thought to herself. She felt a pair of arms wrap around her. She turned around and kissed Damian, she pulled away and smiled softly, “Hey.”

“Hey,” he said, nuzzling his face into her shoulder. “So, are you ready to crash a wedding and take back what’s yours?”

Marinette hummed softly and then sighed deeply, “Honestly, I’m terrified. What if they don’t believe me? Like my friends didn’t believe me, even when they have all the facts right in front of their faces? What if they separate us and make me marry Adrien? Who knows what Lila told the gods and goddesses of Olympus for them so that they aren’t troubled by how the moral realm is dying! There are so many unknown factors in our plan. Oh my Olympus, what if they don’t even get mad with me, but rather with you? What if they think you’re controlling me? Oh my Olympus, what if you get in trouble because of me? You’re only doing this because of me. What if I hurt you in some way?” She continued rambling and hyperventilating about all the outcomes that could happen from exposing Lila.

Damian, who had gotten lost in her rambling at this point, just pulled her closer. He held her tighter, shushing her quietly and whispering reassurances in her ear. His smooth, deep voice sent chills down Marinette’s spine. “Hey, little goddess, look at me,” he lifted her chin gently. She looked up at him and saw him earnestly watching her. “I chose to help you, and I will deal with all the consequences, all you have to do is relax, okay?” She continued searching his face for any doubt of his words when she found none, Marinette nodded slowly. He kissed her forehead gently and looked deep within her pretty bluebell eyes, “Good.”

He gave her one more kiss to the head, before leaving, leaving Marinette to her racing thoughts. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, one day at a time, she thought, we will get through this together, I will manage to reveal my true identity.  

(Damian’s POV)

Damian was worried about his wife. Marinette was concerned about the consequences of ruining Lila. But, Marinette deserved this and more. She was deserving of the whole world, along with Olympus. She didn’t deserve the broken god that he was. He still couldn’t believe that he had managed to marry her. Who would have thought a day where he was checking in on the entranceway to the Underworld would end up resulting in his whole life-changing? Did it result in the better for him? It did. For Marinette, she was trying to convince him that she was happy, but he worried, was Marinette happy? Or was she pretending to be because she felt obligated to do so as his wife? He shook his head to clear his thoughts. No, he couldn’t go through that train of thought. If she didn’t want to stay with him, she would tell him. Damian sighed deeply, looking at the whole Underworld, she will manage to reveal herself, and then she can be herself, without me being there to ruin her life.

(Lila’s POV)

Lila had done it. She had managed to drive away that pesky goddess and claim her title. Who would have thought that it would be so easy? They had no faith in her. She honestly couldn’t believe that they used to call themselves “Marinette’s friend.” She was a liar and manipulator, but she still knew that what they were not her friends. She scoffed to herself. Oh well, it made it easier for her. The best part was that the Kings and Queens of Olympus didn’t question her. Even after the Earth started dying, Lila sneered to herself. You would think that the most powerful gods on Olympus, after the goddess of creation and the god of the Underworld, would be a bit smarter. What a joke. She looked at herself in the mirror. Only a month until the marriage between her and Adrien, and no one would ever be able to take him away from her. Besides, he already kissed her, destroying the bond between him and Marinette. It was only for one month. She was able to keep them in her clutches for nearly six years a month is nothing. One month, she thought smirking evilly, one month, and I’ll have everything that the pesky goddess ever wanted, while she will still be a nobody.

(Adrien’s POV)

Adrien was pacing around his room. He blamed all of this on Marinette. If she hadn’t gone along with what Lila was saying, then maybe the Earth wouldn’t be dying. More importantly, he wouldn’t have kissed Lila. Adrien had kissed Lila because Adrien didn’t like how stubborn Marinette was being. So as a way to get back at her, Adrien kissed Lila. He didn’t mean too. Adrien loved Marinette, but she been so stubborn. But Adrien no longer had a bond with her. He banged his head against a wall, head chanting the word stupid over and over again. Marinette always overreacts. She’s so selfish. If she hadn’t run away to Olympus knows where, he would be marrying her in a month, not Lila. Earth wouldn’t be dying if she hadn’t been so stubborn. But it confused him. If Marinette was the goddess of creation, and she wasn’t on Olympus, then the Earth would still be healthy. That means that what Lila was saying must be true. And he was being played by Marinette. Olympus help him. He was stupid for believing Marinette, that liar. Marinette must be the one who was stealing Lila’s powers. (Oh my god, he’s so stupid, why’s he that stupid. Wait, that’s my fault) He huffed and thought to himself. I have a month until my wedding. I am going to find a way to expose Marinette as the fake that she is.

(Marinette’s POV and Time Skip to Wedding Day)

It was the day of Adrien’s and Lila’s Wedding. Marinette was still frightened about what would happen over the ordeal but took a second to calm down. She wore a beautiful pink gown, that had white lace flowers on it. She wore beautiful flower-shaped diamond earrings and white shoes with a pink hint and diamonds on it. She left her hair down in beach waves and wore a pink and diamond clip. Damian decided to wear an emerald green suit with a matching bow tie.

Once Damian caught sight of Marinette, it looked like he was drooling. Marinette asked him with amusement in her voice, “Are you okay, Damian?” He just nodded dumbly, not taking his eyes off of her. His brothers, along with Jon, were snickering behind him at the situation. His Father and Alfred were smirking, obviously entertained with how much control this goddess had on him.

Damian finally managed to take his eyes off of her and quickly glared at his family. Jason, obviously not afraid of being maimed, said, “ You done catching flies there, Demon Spawn?” Damian, not having any response, glared harder. They continued snickering, which annoyed the hell out of Damian. Then Dick started cooing at how cute they look, and Damian realized that he would take the snickering over the cooing any day.

Marinette seeing the way Damian was looking at his brothers, quickly called the attention to herself, “Okay, now that everyone is ready, we should leave for the wedding.” Everyone agreed, going to the entranceway that leads to Olympus. They went through, and the ceremony on the other side was a sight to behold. Everyone was there, gods, goddesses, the kings and queens of Olympus, even some nymphs were at the wedding. Marinette quickly changed her appearance so that no one would recognize her.  

The ceremony started, and everyone watched Lila walk down the aisle. She, for once, looked pretty. Her hair for once was out of her sausage hairstyle, and she was wearing a beautiful wedding dress that wasn’t in the color of the ugly orange color that she always wears. By the end of the wedding, after they had said there vows, Queen Tikki pronounced them husband and wife. Everyone was waiting for the flurry of power that would radiate off the two. After a god or goddess got married, there would be radiation that appeared, and it would represent the god or goddess for everyone to see. It did for Adrien, the moment Queen Tikki finished speaking, a ray of sun shined over him, blinding everyone at the wedding. As for Lila, nothing happened. Tikki gave her a confused look, and she said in a shrill voice, “Well, you know how someone has been stealing my powers, well I obviously can’t show my powers if they’re getting stolen!” That was Marinette’s cue to stand up and question her.

“But Lila, even if your powers are getting stolen, there would still be radiation. However, it would be weaker than normal!” Lila’s posse, a.k.a her old friends, started screaming at her, claiming that Lila was innocent and feeling weaker. Others were doubting Lila at this point.

Lila, seeing that people were starting to believe this mysterious goddess, exclaimed, “Who are you to make assumptions. Who even are you?!”

Adrien then stepped forward and said, “It doesn’t matter what you think! I know for a fact that someone is stealing Lila’s power, her name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng!” Everyone, shocked by the revelation, started muttering to the god or goddess next to them.

Marinette scowled, “And what proof do you have?!,” she asked incredulously. Adrien then went to tell her that the earth started dying right when she left Olympus. And if she went to the mortal realm, then the earth still should have been alive. But since it was dying it means that Marinette wasn’t the goddess of creation and Lila was.

Marinette facepalmed by the end, “If she went in the Underworld, the earth would still be dying. And unless you’ve been stalking her, you don’t know where she’s been!” Adrien looked at her like a gaping fish, not able to think of a retort because he knew she was right.

That’s when Tikki cut in, “So, what you are claiming, is that you think Lila Rossi is a fraud and the real goddess of creation is Marinette Dupain-Cheng?!”

Marinette nodded, “Exactly, and unlike everyone else here, I have proof.” She then dropped her glamour, and everyone saw Marinette Dupain-Cheng standing in the place of the original goddess. All of her old friends started shouting, “Of course you think Lila is a fraud. What proof do you have? You are the goddess of deception, why, should anyone believe you?”

Tikki held up her hand, silencing everyone. She looked at Marinette and asked, “Can you give me any proof that you are the goddess of creation? And that you did not steal Lila’s powers. If you can give me this proof, I want you to tell me why the Earth has been dying.”

Marinette nodded in approval and closed her eyes, letting herself release her aura for everyone to feel and her radiation for everyone to see. Once she opened her eyes, she saw the remnants of her radiation, wisps of pink flowers, and butterflies showering everyone. She then said, “If you think that I may have stolen Lila’s powers, you may have forgotten that other gods and goddesses cannot possess the amount of power the true god or goddess of that power can. So, the fact that I possessed that much power automatically proves that I am the true goddess of creation. As for why the earth is dying for the past year, I was in Underworld staying with Damian, the god of the Underworld, and his family.” She then stopped talking, letting is sink into everyone that they had bonded the wrong goddess with the god of the sun for the rest of eternity.

The queens and kings of Olympus turned to a pale Lila, “You were lying to us,” Plagg said, voice dangerously low. Lila seeing that she wasn’t going to get out of this, smirked, and nodded.

“Yeah,” she sneered, “I was lying. But you can’t blame me. I am the goddess of deception. Besides, all of you had zero faith in Marinette.” She turned to her, posse, “You guys were supposed to be her friend, yet you didn’t even doubt me once when I told you that she was the goddess of deception.” She turned back to the kings and queens of Olympus “, And you guys didn’t think once that I was lying. You are supposed to be the most powerful beings in Olympus, yet you believed me. I don’t see how we are in this dilemma for any reason other than your guy’s incompetence.” Once she finished, everyone looked like they were about to blow a fuse. But they didn’t argue because for once, Lila was telling the truth.

“Guards take her away! We’ll deal with her later! "Wayzz ordered. The kings and queens of Olympus turned to Marinette. "We are so sorry for all of the trouble that you experienced. We are aware that you and Adrien no longer possess a bond, but could you still take a chance and marry each other.”

Marinette was afraid of this part of the plan, “Well, you see,” she said timidly, “I’m already married.” Chaos broke loose once more at her announcement.

“To who?” Plagg demanded.

“To Damian, the god of the Underworld. And he didn’t force me or anything. I genuinely love him. He believed me when no one else did and was always there for me.” Damian then stood up, everyone staring at him. He walked up to Marinette and wrapped an arm around her waist.

The kings and queens looked mad, “While we are happy for you, you have to divorce.”

“What?!” Marinette shrieked.

“Yes, you have to divorce him. You need to marry Adrien, the god of the sun.”

Marinette was not having this. Why should they tell her who she should marry? She screamed no and took something out of her pocket. It was the pomegranate seeds from the Underworld. Before she could put it in her mouth Damian stopped her, “Marinette, don’t eat them. You can’t possibly ruin your life to stay with me! You deserve better. Please don’t do this for me, go live your life.”

Marinette looked at him in the eye, “But I want to.” She then put the cursed pomegranates in her mouth and ate them. Everyone screamed, but it was too late. Marinette was an official part of the Underworld. She was now tied with Damian for eternity. An irreversible marriage.

While everyone was having a mental breakdown, the kings and queens mad, but happy for the couple, and Adrien being a jealous loser. Marinette grabbed Damian’s face and kissed him with enthusiasm and passion. They stayed like that for a little bit before pulling back. Marinette’s hands were now on Damian’s chest. Damian’s hands were now around her waist, keeping her close to him. They looked at the kings and queens.

Tikki sighed deeply before saying, “While this is great and all, how are you going to prevent the Earth from dying while you are in the Underworld.”

Marinette thought about it before coming up with the perfect solution. “I got it. For six months during spring and summer, I will stay on Olympus or in the mortal realm so the earth can bloom. But during the other six months, I will stay with Damian in the Underworld.”

Everyone thought about this before promptly agreeing. Marinette was ecstatic. She had gotten rid of Lila, everyone knew her real identity, and she was married to Damian. She smiled up at Damian happily. They were going to be okay. They would deal with the aftermath of this together.

(The Aftermath of the Reveal)

The aftermath of the reveal was hard for Marinette. All of her old friends visited her in the Underworld, begging her for forgiveness. They claimed that they were stupid and didn’t realize and that it was all Lila’s fault. But, no matter how much she wanted to forgive them, she knew what Lila said was right. They didn’t even spare her a glance after Lila came. They believed a stranger over their friend. And it wasn’t anyone’s fault but their own. She sighed, tiredly rubbing her head to ease the headache. She felt a presence behind her and turned around. Seeing it was Damian, she jumped on him, hugging him like a lifeline.

He hugged her back and then gave her a peck on the lips, “Rough day?”

“You have no idea,” Marinette muttered. “I spent the whole day trying to ward off my old friends who were trying to seek forgiveness again. It’s getting annoying. It’s simple, they didn’t believe me when I needed them to, so they don’t deserve to be my friends anymore.”

He looked at her in concern, “I can stop anyone from entering the Underworld if that’s what you want?”

She shook her head, “It’s fine.”

He looked at her once more, this time with adoration, “Well, no matter what you have me.” He then kissed her deeply, and as Marinette kissed him back, she knew he was right. Marinette had a loving husband, and they would get through their problems together. They had each other’s back. Together, for the rest of eternity.

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I feel like I’m missing all your post 😩 my home is so crazy with work and home schooling my daughter by the time I have time to look at my phone I’m ready for bed 😮‍💨

But yes 12 hours, I’m flying to my home town then driving to Houston. It’ll be worth it though. Very very sad they took off Heavens cloud from the set list tho. 🫤

Also I’m down for longer post. But at the end of the day it’s always up to you.

I hope you have a good night!

-2 question anon

Oh nooo, babes🥺 I hope you still get enough sleep!!! You are a WONDER WOMAN!!♥️♥️♥️ you’re doing so much, Jesus Christ, all of my respect goes to you, it must be insanely stressful! I hope my writing can calm you down and make you relax after a stressful day🥰

I wish you all the fun in the world!!! You deserve it!🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍 and yes, same, they took off quite a few songs that I actually really like, but I also understand that it must be insanely tiring, so they tried to shorten the concert and make sure everyone‘s happy and healthy and able to make it through the tour🤗

Thank you for the advice!🤍☺️

I hope you have a great day/night!♥️♥️