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Do not send requests. she/they, minor.

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I found your smiling friends movie night post and i feel SO bad for coming on tumblr lurking through smiling friends tags, and gushing out of gaining serotonin 😭 I hope you can forgive me

Awwww! Well thats what the Smiling Friends are all about!!! I'm glad you have serotonin :)

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Hi. Just dropping by to say that I’ve FALLEN IN LOVE with your poly!smiling friends x reader headcanons! Do you plan to make more in the future?

Uhhh maybe... im not active on this account anymore tho. I've found new hobbies that don't involve screen time or writing, so im trying to focus on those for now. Not to put anyone down for spending time on a screen, he'll I still do, I've just had a falling out with writing because of stress and mental health issues. Thanks for understanding.

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I know you don’t do request but you’re the only person who actually writes for Paul Allen on here.. just love your adaptation of his character, especially him being a total gentleman and big baby with his s/o 🥺 your writing is so good! I would definitely read more of your Paul Allen stuff 💚 imagine him as a dad, the kid would be a total daddy’s baby

politely, I disagree. I think (this is purely my opinion) that Paul would not have kids of his own, because "I'm baby :(" but he would totally be up for babysitting any one of his nieces and nephews. At the family function, he spends the first ten minutes talking about what he does for work and how work is going, then he spends the next 4 hours eating and playing with the little ones in the impromptu "kids section" of the family room. He's the favorite uncle and his s/o would be the favorite aunt or uncle as well, as long as they make snacks to bring to the littles and bring coloring books and crayons.

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Poly! Smiling Friends x reader: movie night

They all like to surprise you, so, one day after working overtime at the Smiling Friends office per Mr. Boss's orders, you decide to tell the group chat that you're walking home from work to help unwind.

The Boys know exactly what to do. They hurry together, shuffle the couches in the living room to look like a big bed, then take one of Charlie's mattress toppers and put that on top of the couch cushions.

Alan and Charlie set the sheets, blankets, and pillows while Pim gathers the snacks in the house and Glep orders your favorite kind of pizza.

By this point, the makeshift couch-bed is loaded with soft and squishy pillows, blankets, and Charlie snuck in a few spritzes of his cologne on the pillows.

Pim also baked his chocolate chunk cookie recipe, which he did as soon as he got home. His recipe has caramel, chocolate chunks, and a little extra brown sugar swirled through the cookie dough, and right before it goes in the oven, it is sprinkled with flaky sea salt. He made two batches bc he knows how popular they are (its also how he got promoted in the office but thats a secret between pin and Mr. Boss lol)

The house is filled with hurried footsteps as they prepare the final details, putting your favorite movie on on the living room TV, the blinds and curtains closed, a fan turned on, and your fav set of extra soft pajamas and some fuzzy socks laid out next to the front door.

Everyone was standing by the front door, waiting for you. Pim, however, kind of spoiled the surprise because he just couldn't wait, as soon as he was able to see you on the sidewalk in front of the house. He grabbed the cookies he made and ran out to you and as he was shoving his cookies into your arms he couldn't help but wrap you up in a tight hug. He led you inside and everyone gave you a group hug while you munch on your cookie.

Even Alan hugged you, which can be rare.

Charlie grabbed your pajamas and led you upstairs and ran a bath for you. You set up a candle, some meditative music, and turned on a dim lamp to avoid any bright, flourescent lights after a long day. Charlie spent the hour next to you, quietly talking with you and holding your hand. He also helped wash your hair. The others (except for Glep, he's sneaky) decided to wait downstairs for the pizza to come to fix you up a plate.

Glep snuck away at the earliest convenience to run upstairs and scare the crap out of Charlie when he wasn't looking, which sent you into a giggle fit. Glep sat himself on your lap and "skjbhsjknsbkshjskn" about his day and about how you did so good at work handling all the files and documents that his work load was a lot lighter, Yada Yada Yada. He is an amazing silence filler.

After your relaxing bath, Charlie helps you get out and dried off, and finally helps dress you in your pajamas. He ends up carrying you piggy-back style to the living room, where the other three are waiting patiently for you.

Alan props himself up against all the squishy pillows and sits you in between his legs leaning up against him. Pim hands you your plate of food and sits off to your left, with his arms wrapped around your left arm. Charlie lays down to your right and keeps a hand on your leg. Glep sits in between your legs and helps balance your plate (he also sneaks a few bites of your food, but he's too cute to be mad at 🥰)

You all fall asleep together in a big, warm, snuggly pile. It's a perfect way to end the work week and kick off a nice, peaceful weekend. Well, as peaceful as it can get with 4 boys around...

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Poly! Smiling Friends x reader

Pim:

Huge optimist as we already know, which carries into his relationships with others, including romantic relationships. For this little dude you need to take the lead in progressing your connection with him. He gets nervous and blushy which can hinder his wanting to get close to you. He is little, but his heart is bigger than anyone else's. His love language is acts of service, words of affirmation, and physical touch. His adoration for you goes beyond words and he thinks very very highly of you... almost like you can do no wrong. He knows the team as a whole can be a handful, so he will come up with some grounding techniques with you in case you start to feel overwhelmed. If you work in the industry with him and the others, he'll be the one to hold your hand while off on an adventure with him and Charlie. Mr. Boss thinks a pretty/handsome face like yours should be the public face of Smiling Friends, and Pim agrees. Pim likes music genres like pop and modern country music, but he also enjoys 80's rock music like Bon Jovi from time to time. Oh and every time you laugh he blushes and gets all mushy and starts thinking of the group growing old together.

Charlie

Charlie has been established to be the most down-to-earth member of the Smiling Friends team. Intrinsically, this serious and logical personality carries all the way into his relationships. Of course, that doesn't mean that be cannot have his goofy moments. He likes to find ways to make you laugh and giggle, especially when you're not having a good day. He kind of teams up with Glep to make mini-skits to help cheer you up. In an emergency situation, he is the first to grab you and Get The Hell Out Of There. This isn't to say the others don't worry about you, but statistically speaking, Charlie can remove you from danger the quickest, at approx. 2.4 seconds. Charlie doesn't like to admit it, but he LOVES snuggle time with you. Especially when you lay on top of him to listen to his heartbeat. He'll play with your hair, kiss your head, and rub your back until you fall asleep so he can grab a controller and start playing video games. If you steal his hoodie he will blush pretty hard and grab at your hand. He loves mornings spent with you before work, where he can enjoy a good breakfast with you and the others and listening to your plans for the day.

Glep

Glep is a ball of energy when he doesn't have a console in his little hands. (Hands? Arms? Beans?) Anyways, he likes to climb into your shoulders and speak into your neck about his day, or just about anything. He is a talkative one. He is a 10/10 video game partner. He'll teach you how to play certain games if you dont know how, and hyperfixates on some games to the point where he'll infodump about them. If you like to dress "wierd" like scene, wierdcore, decora kei, fairycore, or something else that makes the average person think of Lisa Frank or Twilight, he'll eat it right up. His cuddle style is laying across your chest, butt facing toward Charlie. Charlie has to bury his face into the pillow above your head if Glep eats something he shouldn't have 😭 also if you use crystals you should give him one to keep under his hat for the day

Alan

Alan is logical, calculated, and meticulous. He has a lot of material objects that he keeps serious track of, and that goes for you too. He gets anxious when you go on an adventure away from him and Glep. So, he establishes a boundary with you that you need to keep your location on at all times so he can feel better when he starts getting anxious. He doesn't try to control you, he just needs to know that you're okay and you're with Pim and Charlie. The second most protective out of the group, right behind Glep. He doesn't cuddle but he does a little more than his share of chores around the house as a way to show his appreciation for you. Alan likes to share his hobbies with you as well!

The group as a whole

You all move into a decently sized bi-level rent-to-own home together, and you all put in your fifth of the monthly rent, as well as car and gas payments. You, Alan, and Charlie handle the groceries and find ways to get the best deals on the most nutritious food for your collective budget. Glep and Charlie have a side hustle as streamers on their off-time and share a gaming setup. On holidays, you, Pim, and Alan decorate and handle presents and goodies for the others. Carpooling is kind of a must but its the most enjoyable, especially with you there. None of the boys share a romantic relationship with each other, but its more of a mutual agreement that they all get along for your sake, since they all love you dearly. You are incredibly important to all 4 of them so they chose to become a tight-knit unit to avoid jealousy, hogging you to oneself, or one being left behind. You guys living together helps you to become a strong community of 5 and you all learn the ins-and-outs of each other in order to lift each other up and to become the best versions of yourselves. The house you guys live in has 3 bedrooms. Alan and Glep share a bunk bed bc sometimes they gotta let their inner child out. Charlie has the best queen size mattress, it's a spring mattress so it doesn't deflate and it's got soft toppers that keep you nice and cool, optimal for Charlie snuggles :)

Overall they trust you and work to earn your trust, and they all love you to the moon and back. They are all elated to have you reciprocate that love as well. Also, snuggle pile movie night.

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I've just ben identified by an IRL friend and uhhh... the world is small ig

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Anger Foot protag relationship headcanons

(Creds to Robbie Fraser for gif)

We're gonna call this man Doug. Don't ask why, as far as I know he doesn't have an official name.

So... Doug has a... "night job" and we all know it by now. Whether you DO know or you DON'T know what this... "job" of his is, he will NOT let you get involved. Ever.

Being the threat that he is, Doug will do everything in his power to make sure that no rivals get to you. He'll go with you wherever you want to go, and he'll take other precautions, like teaching you how to defend yourself and providing you with self-defense weapons i.e. pepper spray, dagger, and something to break through glass, like a piece of a spark plug.

If you're an anxious person, Doug has designated "safe spots" for you: they're around your shared home, your guys's favorite secret hideout in the woods (im thinking like a tree house or something, maybe a little forgotten gazebo? Unless you're too grown for that lmao), and maybe a trustworthy friend's house. The safe spots around your home, however, are places that he'll help you set up and bundle you up in blankets and pillows, and turn off the lights and give you some slow and calm music to listen to.

Very very very snuggly. Even in his sleep, he just cannot seem to get enough of your squeezes and kisses and pets. If you are also cuddly, you're in for a world of affection. Doug will back off if you need him to, but usually he loves your personal space as much as you do 🤷‍♀️

Doug sometimes doesn't like the way he looks. That being said, he really does appreciate a compliment from time to time.

He might... have hair??? Idk man, his legs are pretty clean (better shaved than mine ✋😫) but if he does have hair on top of his head, play with it. Put it in a ponytail, comb it, braid it, give him a scalp massage, just spoil him a little bit. Ppl's scalps are super sensitive and so he might like some pats and scratches where he can feel it the best :p (and no don't take that out of context nasty >:[ )

Anyways he gets along great with your friends and he's quite empathetic, so if he feels an "off" energy among your group of friends, he will let you know ASAP because he only wants to see you happy.

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A Yandere!Rikiya Yotsubashi/ReDestro x reader

SFW. I highly recommend you do not read this if you do not like yandere or CG/L themes. All actions taken by Rikiya are consensual. Super fluffy. Lots of physical touch. Mentions of depression. Long read.

Word count: 2,432

Rikiya walked through the front door and shut it quietly. It was late at night, I made dinner for the both of us and ate alone. I sat on the couch, grabbed a pillow, and looked at the clock: 11:48. I felt so... lonely.  Today was awful. I was so stressed all day with work, schooling, and all the work at home kept piling itself up and it felt like the world was crashing down on me.

Rikiya took his shoes off, hung his suit jacket up, and loosened his green tie. God, he always loved that tie. Not that I'm complaining. He slowly approached as I quietly sobbed into the pillow in my arms. He crouched down in front of me, a good distance away so he could enter my line of sight as gently as possible.

"Hey... hey, my dear Little One, please don't cry. What's upsetting you this late at night? I thought you might have been asleep already..."

"Da- ddy..." I blubbered. My face was puffy and hot from crying so much. Rikiya quickly stood and pulled me into his chest. He rocked side to side as I cried into his sternum.

"It's okay baby... you're okay. We'll work through this together. It's okay to cry. Don't be afraid to show how you're feeling..."

He stood up, and as the dim light in the room revealed his face to me more, i could just make out his quirk beginning to manifest around his temples. He spoke gently, not a trace of malice or threat in his voice, as he carefully unbuttoned his shirt and took off his tie.

"It's okay, sweet thing... come here."

I reached out to a now slightly-larger Rikiya,  shirtless and partially covered in dark spots. His arms were just big enough that they could carry me and hold me close as long as I wanted without getting tired. He must be stressed about me being upset. 

I buried my face into the crook of his neck and let my tears flow. I didn't have the energy to full-on sob anymore, so sniffling and whimpering filled the empty, noiseless room instead.

He was quiet for a minute, shifting our body weight together from one foot to another in a slow, rhythmic sway. He carried me effortlessly like a small child, with one arm supporting my rear, and the other wrapped tightly around my back. He swayed and swayed and swayed until my eyelids drooped heavily and my body warmed so comfortably.

"Do you want to talk about it, Little One?"

"Mmm... The world feels like it's caving in on me, Rikiya," I said, lifting up my head and waking myself up. "I can't take it anymore. I'm so overwhelmed I can hardly breathe, everything feels so big and intense and I don't know how to deal with my feelings anymore. I've just been so... bummed, Rikiya. I really have. And even though you've been working so hard to change that around, I just... can't feel genuinely happy and content anymore. I'm so unhappy. I just hope you understand that it's not your fault in any way, Daddy. None of this has ever been your fault and it never will be. My brain is just... tired."

He stayed silent, the spots around his temples growing even darker. He frowned, gently allowing the tears forming in his eyes to fall down his cheeks and fall onto my chest. I stared deep into his eyes, hoping for some semblance of understanding, praying to whatever religious deity is out there that he wouldn't be upset about his hard work to make me happy, perpetually failing.

It's not like I wanted him to fail, right? He does make me happy every day, but I can't seem to have a long lasting feeling of happiness, or content at the very least. I feel awful because he worked very hard to make sure he was the best Daddy ever; and only my Daddy.

"Little One..." he said gently, "It's not your fault."

He took in a shaky breath and sighed, bowing his head. I rested my chin on the top of his head and stroked the back of his neck, playing with his hair and keeping my other arm securely wrapped around his shoulders.

"Daddy, it's not your fault either."

I kissed his head and snuggled into the crook of his neck.

"My Dearest, you have been nothing short of wonderful. I am so grateful to have you in my life. Now... just say the magic words... and I can take away all of your stress and worries."

"What about your stress and worries?" I asked.

"Little One, you know I can convert it into power. It's my meta ability. But let's not worry about that right now. I'm going to help you." He walked as he spoke, carrying me to our shared bedroom and helping me dress for bed.

"I want to take care of you. Arms up... You can take as long as you need to in order to think it over, but I want to take you away and hide you from the rest of the world… There you go, all dressed. I will give you my entire heart and everything you need and want. You won't have to worry anymore. My team can handle everything. I've been needing a change of scenery anyways. Let's go somewhere quiet and remote, with a beautiful view. You won't have to put up with schooling and work anymore." Large, calloused and strong hands reached for mine, smaller in comparison. "It will be our dream come true, Little One."

"I'll think about it."

He pulled the thick comforter back and over me as I layed down on our shared bed. He kissed my forehead and turned out the lights. For a while, he stayed by my side, caressing my face, neck, and arms, whispering the gentlest and sweetest words to me as if I were to shatter without them; as if they were the glue in between my pieces, holding me together and keeping me steady. He only laid down with me once he was certain that I wouldn't fall apart again. 

I turned over to my side once he slid under the covers and got comfortable, admiring his beauty in the moonlight that poured in through the blinds in the window behind me. He played with my hair and whispered 'I love you's and 'my sweet Little One's in my ear until sleep took over my eyelids and lifted me away from reality.

The next morning, I awoke to the golden autumn sunlight painting the room through the window blinds. The rest of the bed next to me was warm, but empty. Everything around me smelled like sleep and cologne. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, shivering away the sleepiness and looking around. The room was tidied up a bit, the blinds opened slightly, and the scent of my favorite breakfast slowly started to fill the room through the open door. 

I woke myself up enough to swing my legs over the edge of the bed, carefully put on some socks, and looked down. There, a pair of slippers were waiting for me, so was a soft white sweater that smelled like Rikiya and felt like heaven. 

I got dressed and carefully walked down the stairs into the kitchen. There, Rikiya was wearing a black apron over his undershirt and dress pants, maneuvering the kitchen to make the best breakfast I have ever seen. He hummed a familiar tune as he worked and assembled a warm breakfast -my favorite- for the both of us.

"There you are, Darling," he said, as he spotted me standing in the doorway. A warm smile spread across his face and a red tint across the apples of his cheeks. "I was wondering if you'd be awake already. Not that it'd be a problem if you slept in. I would have just brought it to you, and we could've eaten breakfast in bed together. It's your favorite!" 

He smiled at me as he tilted the dish toward me to show me. He walked out into the dining room and sat our dishes down on the table. I followed him. He pulled out a chair for me to sit in and I carefully sat down. He helped push my chair in so I could reach the table and then sat himself down. 

We ate mostly in a comfortable silence aside from a few 'mmm's and 'this is good's. He finished eating before I did, wiping his mouth with a napkin and smiling at me. He grabbed my free hand and traced his thumb along my knuckles. 

"You're so gorgeous, Little One. So… did you think anymore about my offer?"

"I did. I have just one question."

"You are more than welcome to ask me anything, Dear." He said, squeezing my hand lightly. 

I looked into his eyes, and asked, "how are you gonna go about this? You said that I wouldn't have to worry about a job, school, or anything else. Would you just… keep me here? Like a prisoner? Are you gonna tell everyone I'm dead? What is your team gonna do if they get involved?"

He laughed lightly. "Don't worry, Sweetness. You are not a prisoner here. This is your home, right?" 

I nodded. 

"I'm glad we are on the same page. My team and I are going to execute a very intricate plan to let others know that you are no longer available for work and school. I will pay off all tuition charges, handle all legal aspects of quitting your job, and your family will still be in contact with you. We could do holidays with them if that would make you feel better. But other than that, do not worry a single bit about what's going on. I am here to take care of you and all of your worries. Okay?"

"Okay," I said. I'm still… unsure. I lightly furrowed my brow and looked away from him. 

"Everything will be okay. I promise. I won't make you stay home, I'll take you out whenever I'm available, and I'm not here to hurt you. Let me take care of you and your needs, Little One."

I turned back to him and smiled. "Okay. Let's do it. You can take care of me... Do whatever you feel is necessary. I love you so much, Rikiya."

"I love you too, Baby." He smiled and kissed my forehead. He stood up, gathered our dishes, and disappeared into the kitchen. He reappeared and gathered me in his arms. He peppered kisses across my cheeks and forehead as he carried me back to our bedroom.

"Won't you be late for work?"

He laughed, "Oh, no baby. We were understaffed today, so I decided to just call it a day for the company. So, I get to spend the day with you!"

"Oh-" I said.

He continued kissing my forehead and the top of my head as he sat me down and turned on the TV. He flipped through the movies available and selected one… my favorite! He pressed play and helped me get situated on a mound of fluffy pillows and under our thick comforter. 

He sat himself beside me and undid his belt. "No funny business, I'm just getting comfortable," he giggled. He wore athletic shorts under his dress pants, he always did, and I knew they were a lot more comfortable than dress pants. 

I played with his hair, which had never felt softer since he didn't gel it into his typical style. 

He gently caressed my arms and waist and smiled. I started to focus on the movie and noticed him texting someone on his cell. I saw glimpses of messages like, "I need a copy of their tuition transcripts ASAP," and, "I need you to make a call and leave a message to their employer."

I left it alone and figured it wasn't really my business. Of course, it was my job, but I didn't need to work anymore. I figured it was time to leave that job anyway. 

We watched the movie together in comfortable -mostly- silence. We joked and commented on the movie here and there, and when the movie finished we decided on what we would do for the day. 

Rikiya picked up his daily newspaper and read for a bit as I got dressed and put on an apron. I pulled my hair out of my face and got my recipes out. I looked outside the kitchen window. It was cool outside, that perfect, quiet autumn day where bright orange leaves laced the sidewalks and the birds called to each other up above. There was a breeze and people were wearing sweaters and jackets outside, and squirrels and other small animals were finishing up their burrows in the tree trunks for the winter. The grass was dewy and sparkled in the morning sunlight and the outside smelled like rain and wet concrete. 

A perfect day for baking, I thought. I turned back to Rikiya and watched him. He was carefully reading his newspaper. He looked up to me and smiled. I smiled back and asked, "You ready? I'm gonna need your help."

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be, Little One."

He stood, set his newspaper onto the coffee table in front of him, and stepped into the kitchen. "Alright, what would you like my help with, Dearest?"

"First, I need your help taking the pans out of the oven and stacking them in a safe place. The one pan I do need is in the stack, it should be a round pan. Perfect for making pie!"

We spent the afternoon snuggled up together on the couch while waiting for our pie to bake. After it was done, we enjoyed a few slices and getting whipped cream onto each others' noses.

You may as well call it a 'perfect day.' I felt so safe in the arms of the Grand Commander of the MLA, the CEO and president of Detnerat, my partner, my hero, Rikiya Yotsubashi. He is so… beautiful. And wonderful, and so deserving of love and affection. And maybe a break. 

I remember spending the next week resting, not having to worry about school, or work, not having to get up early, and letting the days pass me by gently, with Rikiya's arms around my waist and a smile on my face. I cannot wait for what he has in store for me for my- our future.

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How would yall feel if I wrote a CG/L ReDestro fic? Not kinky, just therapeutic. Where reader gets to feel small and gets to be taken care of (like my "Spoiled!" fic), but it strictly mentions Rikiya as like... the Caregiver, "Daddy." The last thing I need is some NSFW blog reblogging it, but I think doing a fluffy fic like that wouldn't be bad. What do yall think? Would it attract too many NSFW blogs?

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Dear Little One: a Letter From ReDestro

Dear Little One,

I hope this finds you well. I deeply apologize for having left on such short notice, but I promise I will be back soon. Being a business owner is not easy, after all. I have stocked the refrigerator with your favorite foods, filled the pantry with your favorite snacks, and left a teddy bear on the couch to keep you company. I also found some Pumpkin Spice and Peppermint Mocha coffee creamers!

Feel free to entertain yourself however you like, however I ask only one thing of you. Please do not leave the house on your own. This world is a very scary place. I asked Tomoyasu to at least send a puppet to be a bodyguard for you if you do choose to leave the house. If you don't, that is also fine.

I promise I'll take you wherever you'd like to go after this week. I just have to stay until the weekend in order to finish this mission. I cannot wait to have you in my arms again, Dear.

I love you so much, have fun!

~Rikiya

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へっぉ！

𝐻𝑖𝑦𝑎! 𝐷𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒! 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑀𝐻𝐴 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡!

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑦𝑟 𝐹𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑀𝐻𝐴 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑆/𝑂 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑛’𝑡 𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 { 𝑎 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 (•'𝑣’•) }. 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡?

{ 𝑆𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔! 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠! }

~ 𝐷𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑒 / 🍮 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛!

Hey bestie, I know you mean well, and I know you just want to see some writing. However, I am a heavy person, so I cannot relate to any of these experiences. I will not be writing about this specific topic out of concern and fear of body shaming and coming off as rude or as someone who doesn't like thin people. You are more than welcome to send a request about a different topic, but I personally do not write about bodies, especially thin ones, since I do not know what it is like. I hope you understand, and you are more than welcome to ask for a piece about any villains of MHA! Thank you for understanding!

[chaos-writes]

Spoiled! A Rikiya Yotsubashi x reader fic

Warnings: so basically the reader gets called "little one" a lot. Call it what you want, but it is not CG/L (at least the kink side of it. It is more or less the therapeutics of it). There is a lot of softness and tenderness, and there is a bath scene. Not s*xual, but a bath nonetheless. Slight angst. Lots of comfort. Reader has a job (anywhere, doesn't matter) and there are descriptions of physical pain. It is so comfortable and fluffy that I have literally fallen asleep writing it. Twice.

Word count: ~2k

"Hey Rikiya, I'm home!" He was sitting on his squishy armchair, in gym shorts and an undershirt, hair down and sleepily flipping through the newspaper. He turned to look at me and gave a lazy smile. "Hello, Little One." I just got home from a long day at work and could quite literally pass out. "My nerves are shot. I had such a bad day today." His smile faltered a little, concern beginning to nibble at his expression.

He gently laid the newspaper he was holding onto the coffee table in front of him and motioned for me to lay on the couch next to his armchair. He sat a soft pillow down on the end of the couch closest to him. I layed down on the leather couch and took a deep breath. He stroked my hair a few times before planting a kiss to my temple.

"I know how hard you have been working lately, my dear. I want you to understand that it won't go unnoticed by me. You deserve so much, Little One. Now... what can I do to help make you feel better?"

"I would love to just rest. I barely have any energy left and every customer that came by had such an attitude and my boss was so mean today and- and..." tears welled and bit the corners of my eyes hard as my voice began to crack. Rikiya slid off the armchair and kneeled by my side, turning me onto my side and hugging me ever so tightly.

He then pulled me up and sat on the couch, having me straddle his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. I was only able to get a small glimpse of the tears shining in the corners of his eyes before I was enveloped in a pair if strong arms and given a warm soft chest to rest my head and cry into.

He spoke softly into my hair, "It's all right, Sunshine. It's okay to cry. I want nothing more than to take all of that pain away from you." He went on and rocked side to side as I silently sobbed into the crook of his neck and sniffled. "You're allowed to have these big feelings and show that you're having them. You're allowed to take up space and express how you feel. Let it all out, darling. Everything is going to be okay."

He held me until I no longer sniffled, cooing at and comforting me. He continued to encourage me to relieve all my worries from my mind. After what felt like ages, I sat up and he carefully cradled my face in his hands. "Are you okay? Do you feel a little better now?" Rikiya's tears dried and stained his cheeks now. His eyes spoke a million words of sorrow and shined brighter than I have ever seen before. I reached up to wipe his cheeks as gently as I could and rested my hands on his chest as I spoke.

"Yeah. I feel better. I dont know what made me do that, normally I can handle it..."

"It's alright, Little One," He said. He caressed my arms and waist and spoke, "You were probably bottling it up without realizing. You know it's always okay to come to me to talk, alright?"

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you, too, baby. Let's get you something to eat. You must be so hungry after such a long day." My hands traveled from his chest to my stomach. It's true, I thought. I forgot to eat…

I climbed off of his lap as he sat up and unlocked his phone. He pulled up one of those food delivery apps and leaned closer to me. "What looks good? Ooh, I know! How about pho? I think some warm food is what you need."

"That sounds pretty good right now. Can we get seafood rolls too?"

"I was just about to ask if you wanted some. I love those things!" He giggled and smiled his dorky smile at me. I giggled back. He placed the order and typed in the information.

"You know we can split it, right, Rikiya?"

"Nonsense. Tonight is about you, Little One. Don't worry about money or having to pay for food. You've dealt with enough today." He kissed my forehead and closed his phone.

"What do you say we watch a movie while we wait for the food? Your pick." He turned on the TV and flipped through the subscriptions. "How about one of those Tim Burton movies you like?"

"Yeah! What about The Corpse Bride?"

"Of course Dear!" He smiled widely.

About a half hour later, our food arrived. He walked out the living room, answered the door and thanked the delivery person. He returned with two small bags, one for each of us.

I started to slide down the couch to sit at the table, but Rikiya stopped me. He grabbed a cushion from underneath the table and took my hand in his. He gently helped me down onto the cushion and set up my food for me.

We ate silently with the movie playing in the background. I noticed in my peripheral vision that Rikiya was smiling to himself and looking at me every time I paid more attention to the TV rather than my food. 

He started to play with my cheeks and hair and smiled. He gingerly kissed my cheek and. I giggled and quickly dipped my finger in the warm broth. I swiped it onto the tip of his nose and we laughed. 

After a few moments of silence, he grabbed onto my hand and gave a reassuring squeeze. In that moment I knew I was going to be okay.

I ate slowly and savored every bite and slurp of those noodles. They felt so wonderful finally filling up my empty stomach and they warmed me right up. I have never felt so relaxed. 

As the end credits rolled around, I started to pick up all of the trash left on the table and collected it in one of the takeout bags it all came in. I hummed along with the soundtrack of the credits and wasn't aware of my surroundings in the slightest. 

I heard Rikiya get up from the table and felt his warmth as he sat himself behind me so that I sat between his legs. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into a warm and comforting embrace. He nuzzled into the crook of my neck and pressed small, gentle kisses to my jaw and shoulder. I reached over and started rubbing and patting the side of his leg. 

We sat in a comfortable silence as the movie finally finished and embraced each other for a while. I leaned back into Rikiya. "Rikiya?" 

"Yes, Little One?"

"I'm starting to hurt again. The food and everything was able to distract me but now I need to actually relieve the pain..." 

"I have an idea. I'll run a warm bath for you and set up your favorite aromatherapy things. Does lavender sound good, Darling?"

"That sounds wonderful, Rikiya." I gave him a sleepy smile.

He helped me up slowly and sat me down on the couch. He grabbed a blanket off the armchair and draped it over me to keep me warm while he handled everything. He kissed my head ever so gently and got to work, walking to the bathroom and setting everything up. 

Rikiya laid everything out on the counter so it was reachable from the bathtub. Lavender and cedarwood lotion, gentle shampoo, conditioner, lavender bubble bath, and rosehip and lavender candles. He grabbed some fresh extra-soft towels out of the closet and prepared them to be thrown in the dryer about halfway through the bath. He poured the bubble bath, lit the candles, finished running the bath and dimmed the lights. It was sunset, so it was still light enough to be able to navigate the bathroom and the different products.

I was laying on the couch, dozing off, when I felt a pair of hands on my blanket. Then, one was interlocking beneath my knees and the other around my back. I lazily opened my eyes and looked up at my carrier. He cooed at me and smiled. 

"So precious, my Sunshine."

I yawned and reached up to pet his cheeks while we were on our way to the bathroom. Soon enough, he stepped through the doorway of the bathroom and gently and slowly stood me up on my feet. 

Rikiya held onto my arms gently and spoke earnestly, "If you're okay with it, I'd like to stay in here with you to make sure you get to relax fully. The last thing you need is to worry about washing. You're in pain." 

"Okay. No funny business, though," I giggled. He smiled and shook his head. "No. No funny business. I just want you to relax. You had a hard week as it is." 

I undressed and got ready to get into the bathtub. Rikiya grabbed my hand and helped me down into the warm, inviting bath. I slid down and took a deep breath. "Perfect. You're such a wonderful being. So precious, so valuable, you're worth it all Little One... everything."

"You have no idea how good of a boyfriend you are, Rikiya."

He… winced?

He spoke carefully, "Thank you, I really do appreciate that. But something just isn't quite right with the term… boyfriend."

"Oh… did you have something else in mind, then?"

"What about 'partner'?" He smiled and caressed my cheek gently.

"That's fine. As long as we're both comfortable, I guess." I played with the bubbles and swiped some on his hand. He laughed and we both fell into a comfortable, sleepy silence. 

He grabbed the stack of soft towels he put out earlier and ran them to the dryer. He came back as quickly as he left and went back to kneeling next to me.

"Alright," he said, reaching for the different bottles. "Time to start washing."

He grabbed a cup, filled it, and began wetting my hair with the water. He filled the palm of his hand with some shampoo and gently lathered and massaged it through my scalp. He smiled and kissed my forehead. He tilted my head back and poured the warm water over my hair to rinse, continuing to massage in between pours.

He cleaned my hair completely of suds and oil and went to work on conditioning. He gently combed the conditioner through and worked it into my hair before rinsing throroughly. Rikiya then grabbed a wash rag and rubbed some moisturizing body wash into it. He rubbed my arms and legs and back, and continued washing me to his standard of cleanliness.

I continued to play with the bubbles and talk to Rikiya as the water cooled down from how long the bath had been.

"You're spoiling me, Rikiya," I said, petting his hair and caressing his cheek and neck.

"Well, that makes two of us, then. I feel so spoiled just being around you." He smiled and lifted the drain plug. I smiled and yawned. "Let's get you dried off and in some warm pajamas, okay?

"Okay."

After he dried me off with a warm towel and pulled on my pajamas, he guided me along and walked me to bed, which has been made, and complete with a cup of chamomile tea and heating pad waiting for me. He picked me up and gently laid me down. He pulled the fluffy blankets over me, tucked me in, and kissed my forehead.

Rikiya turned on the lamp and turned the bedroom lights off. He tugged off his undershirt and gently climbed into bed by my side. "I love you so much darling. You are my world."

"I love you too, Rikiya."

[chaos-writes]

Your Stain and Skeptic headcanons are amazing, 11/10 my fellow simp

Thank you.. Skeptic needs so much SFW love and appreciation ✋😭

[chaos-writes]

Soft Rikiya Yotsubashi x reader headcanons

So he's got money and we know this. He has more than he knows what to do with so in the beginning of your relationship, he will take you to more lavish dinners and cover the whole bill like a gentleman. (Not that anybody irl needs to pay for a whole dinner bill or got to lavish dinners :/) but he does practice traditional chivalry.

Speaking of chivalry, he will open car doors for you, hold your hand walking up stairs, and link arms with you while walking. I can also imagine the whole romance movie trope where he would take his suit jacket off and drape it over your shoulders if you get cold. (Gender identity and expression literally do not matter to him, you could be the manliest mf, 8'2" with a full grown beard, and he would still do all of the above.)

He would love for you to move in with him. 8 months to a year into your relationship he would happily invite you to his home, a little more... permanently. He's not getting any younger, you know.

Hes the type to either have a roomy penthouse or a comfortable yet luxurious upper-suburban home. You would have plenty of room for anything you may need and he would have skeptic's puppets doing all of the hard work for you. You get a beautiful city skyline view in your (if youre ok with it) shared bedroom.

Cuddling with him is a dream come true. If you decide to lay your head on his chest he will 100% have his arms wrapped around you. If you wanna sit in his lap on the couch or bed while watching movies he is always down. He is more than happy to cuddle with you or at least be in physical contact with you for as long as posible.

On days where he's not very busy at all and he isn't having a meeting in his office, he'll sneak you in and sit you at his desk beside him so he can hold your hand or talk to you while he does whatever he has to do for the day.

The whole MLA adores you!!!! At first, they weren't very keen on you being so close to their ReDestro and then all of a sudden being introduced to them (in a scenario where you didnt meet him thru being in the MLA). Its a lot like children to a father with a new girlfriend. They don't trust you and they have to assume your motives are... well... not peachy. But after getting to know you, they absolutely adore you and think that you're perfect for Rikiya!

His colleagues and employees have noticed more color coming into Rikiya's skin. He is positively glowing all the time now thanks to you. He's a lot happier and brighter now that you're in his life.

He has lots of favorite pet names for you. Ones like "Little One," "dearest," "baby/baby girl/baby boy," but his all time favorite is "Sunshine." Some honorable mentions include "prince/ss/x," "darling," and "sweetness."

His favorite to call you is "Sunshine" because he cannot live or flourish without you by his side, like a flower needing sunlight for photosynthesis in order to live.

Not that he's entirely desperate for you, but he does need you. If you left him he would probably be spending the rest of his life looking for parts of you in other people.

Let's change the subject before it gets too deep, shall we?

His favorite food is seafood!!! He likes sushi, seafood boils, crab, shrimp, fish, you name it! He also secretly likes ice cream mochi as a street food snack. Its also been established in his episodes that he likes a glass of fine wine from time to time.

If you two ever go to America, please take him to local Mexican food trucks and new york-style restaurants. He would MELT!!!

Kiss the tip of his nose and remind him of how handsome he is. He's usually being teased and insulted at work by his own employees, and on the outside he's not fazed, but on the inside he needs a warm embrace and someone reminding him how much he is worth, and just how gorgeous he is. He would die for you.

Domesticity with this man is a little complicated. Considering he's always busy at work, and with the MLA, and other events, you're not gonna see him at home much. If it is okay with you, you would most likely be handling at least 60-70% of the house work. Which is why he tries very hard each day to make it a little easier on your life by never making a mess and cleaning up after himself, and even going so far as to make one-pan breakfasts for the both of you before he leaves for work. Coffee as well.

If you use essential oils, room sprays, fabric freshener, or skincare, etc. before bed, pleaseeee do it along with him. He would love for you to spread a liquid mask over his cheeks and use lavender oil in the oil diffuser. He has this cheesy smile on his face the whole time.

He loves to spoil you. Even if you say that he shouldn't, he will. In one way or another. A gorgeous outfit perfect for a lavish date? Check. Bills? Don't even think about putting your own money into that. Your earbuds broke? 3 hours later you got an aux compatible wireless headset, wireless sports earbuds, and everyday wired earbuds. He can't help it because he's got more money than he knows what to do with!

Even though he's the CEO and president of Detnerat, and he's the leader of the MLA, he constantly feels like he has to prove himself to you. That he's good enough and you are able to put your faith in him. He has live a long time without any sort of partner, but now he really wants to work for it and make it worthwhile. He is very afraid of losing his sunshine.

Overall very sweet man and please dont take advantage of him or his money or something 10/10 love the old fart.

[chaos-writes]

Do you write for Stain from My Hero Academia, and if yes, may I ask for some soft headcanons of Stain x reader? Thank you :)

IM SUCH A STAIN SIMP I PROMISE I WILL DO YOU JUSTICE!!!!!! Warning for some slight angst but other than that SUPER FLUFFY!

So this man has been proven to be like 7 feet tall with good posture. And not only that, but he is one big block of muscle. So, cuddles are THE best. This man is just *chef's kiss* especially when it comes to cuddles. Since he doesn't spend a whole lot of time with you, he makes the best of every second he spends with you.

BIG SPOON!!!!!!! let him hold you and curl up around you!

So protective. Like... kind of a yandere at heart? He doesn't want to put you in a situation where you're stuck with him, but he does want to protect you from any danger and helps you avoid it as much as possible. He will NOT take you to his hideout and will most likely "move in" with you if you have your own place.

Sometimes he feels like he's burdening you and isn't allowing you to live a normal life, since he's one of the most wanted men in Japan and you're literally harboring a criminal. Please remind him of how much you love him and you are willing to go wherever you need to be in order to be with him.

Tell him he's handsome!!! He doesn't have to be complimented or accept praise, but it would absolutely make him feel so warm inside! And he would immediately return it along with a hug, hand holding, or forehead kiss.

PDA is not really a thing, considering he can't even show his face to the public, but if he takes you out at night to watch the stars atop a building, he'll wrap a blanket around you, sit you in his lap, and hold you with one arm while pointing out planets, constellations, and satellites with the other.

His favorite foods are dumplings, takoyaki, and some southern comfort foods like biscuits and gravy, slow-cooker soups and chilis in bread bowls, and seafood boils. (Mmmmm)

Give this man some nutrition, he is TIRED of not having the resources to be able to cook some decent food for himself. He's got a lot of muscle that he has to keep healthy!

His love languages (as previously established) are words of affection and physical contact. He will tell you, no matter what you're doing, that you're doing a great job and you are so beautiful/handsome/gorgeous.

His smile is so beautiful! Make him laugh and giggle, tickle him, play fight, be goofy, or even give him boops (pre-nose obliteration, his chin works too lmao)

He is THE man to go to when you need comfort. And hopefully you can return that and comfort him when HE needs it. It can't just be a one-sided relationship, you know. >:(

Family man!!! He would adore your family if you ever introduced the two, as long as they don't know what Hero Killer Stain looks like. He tries his best to impress them, combing his hair back into a low bun (hot ✋😤), wear a nice black sweater and some new pants, and some dress shoes. If you buy him a nice outfit he's going to wear it to meet your family.

Speaking of Hero Killer Stain, he loves pet names. Chizome, chi-chan, honeybun, sweetness, darling, honey, or any other variations. He'll call you something romantic, like darling, my love, my world, and on the rare occasion if youre being goofy with him, silly or goofball.

He won't let you touch his knives. They are coated in other people's blood and you could get infections or diseases >:(

He also showers, brushes his teeth, and gets rid of the blood smell thoroughly before laying down to snuggle with you.

Will actually melt if you play with his hair. Chizome is actually SO in love with scalp massages. He would fall asleep on yo u with a blush creeping across his face in SECONDS. But dont talk about it unless you don't wanna do it again.

He would die if you wore some of his clothes. Like one of his shirts or something thrown on right when you wake up in the morning is the most gorgeous sight to him. You'll be standing in the kitchen trying to make some coffee and he won't stop pestering you with hugs and kisses until you return said hug and kiss.

There is a lot of nonverbal communication and understanding between the two of you as well. It just... clicks with him.

House work is not really his strong suit but he loves to help. The last thing he needs is a stressed and tired S/O when he comes home from missions.

Hand holding is so frequent you might as well be fused together 🤷‍♀️. It just comes with Chizome's territory.

Above all, his adoration for you goes wayyyyy beyond your appearance. Although you are so gorgeous in his eyes, your personality, soul, mindset, and the way you treat him is what floored his interest in you. He loves you more than life itself, there's no denying it, so please return that love and be nice to him. Mans deserves it.

[chaos-writes]

Soft Skeptic/reader headcanons

You're the ONLY one allowed to touch his hair and brush it out of his face.

You're the ONLY one he feels comfortable enough around to have all of his hair tied back so you can see his face his skin can breathe.

He has a soft laugh when he's only with you. Do what you want with that information.

He tries to hide it, but he is a really big cuddlebug. After a long and hard day at work, he likes to climb into bed behind you and latch onto you like a child to a teddy bear.

He is very witty and very quick to call people stupid and degrade them, but he would never degrade you (at least after he confronts his feelings for you and gets into a relationship with you).

Trumpet and Curious are in on it. They like to act as wing(wo)men for either one of you, dropping hints to you both about your feelings for one another. Curious helps to teach you how to be more confident in yourself and how to tap into your divine feminine/masculine energy. Trumpet on the other hand, gets straight to the point with Chikazoku and tells him to "just take them out already! :D"

And ohhhhhh boy will they be SO smug about it once you finally announce your relationship. They'll give each other a high-five once you leave the room. Even Re-Destro is happy (only because it means that his right-hand man isn't distracted with feeeelings anymore). Rikiya's a good dude, but he can't let his colleagues be distracted from the main goal.

His kisses are suuuuper gentle, and his breath is always minty (so you never get bad tasting kisses). Kissing with tongue is not really his cup of tea, though.

He has the most precious smile, especially when you make cheesy or bad jokes. He is a SUCKER for those.

When you sleep cuddled up together, he snores very lightly. Its not loud or obnoxious, but its oddly... comforting? Its kind of a signal, like, "im still here" sort of deal, so if you wake up in the middle of the night from a nightmare you'll know that he's still sleeping heavily right there with you. His face is probably buried in your hair btw.

So we all know he's a nerd, correct? Well, I raise you this, then. Chikazoku plays D&D. He has a WHOLE entire room in the basement that looks like a mideval tavern and it took him MONTHS to achieve it. He has online friends that come over and play with him, and on average they can go for just about 27 hours straight. Their record was 36 once :0 Anyways, if you can and if you want to/have the energy to, please bring them healthier alternatives to pizza and Monster Energy drinks. For the love of all that is holy feed The Boys as they go on their quests. (The boys also adore you so you are more than welcome to play along with them. ^-^)

He is SO domestic and a total homebody when he gets the chance to be. After a horribly busy and stressful work week, he likes to unwind by helping you clean, do dishes or help with laundry, or whatever he can get his hands on. Keeping his hands busy but not his brain is so soothing to him.

While he is helping, you are more than welcome to infodump and tell him about everything going on in your life. He never really gets to see you as it is. And he loves the sound of your voice. Its so much brighter and happier than all the monotonous crap he has to put up with at work. He does love his job, but its just so discouraging when others don't feel the same way.

He can play guitar!!! Sometimes he'll strum a few chords and hum along to help you sleep or relax after a long ass day. You won't get him to actually sing though, big no-no.

He will teach you computer skills, and about building a pc and what parts are optimal for playing your favorite games!

He would kill and die for you if you play minecraft. If you decorate your shared minecraft base with flowers or something, he wouldn't acknowledge that they are there, but he wouldn't touch them either. If you take away the flowers he will pout for days. >:(

Dates with him are not cheap but not luxurious. He'll take you out to dinner at your favorite chain restaurant, like olive garden, and then he'll take you on a walk through a beautiful park, or to a movie, or just drive you around the city. Whatever you feel like doing, whatever is going on nearby, he's willing to do with you.

Comfortable silence is a must.

Wearing his sweater will make him fall in love with you all over again.

Lastly, having a person where he can have a safe space with will help with his overall energy and mood and he will always be grateful for that.

[chaos-writes]

Paul Allen: Treehouse

Word count: 1,298

I ran behind the cabin and made a beeline for the woods. As i passed the edge of the woods, I came up to a small creek and didn't think twice about where to go. I hopped on some rocks across it and grabbed onto the nearest tree to help myself back up. I continued running deep into the woods, memorizing every landmark so we could find our way back. 

Paul was close behind me, but not close enough. He ended up slipping on a rock and landing one foot in the freezing creek water below him. He let out a loud "EUAHH" sound and kept going, laughing hysterically as he did. 

At this point, I was far ahead of him, standing in front of a big rock. He was starting to get near, so I did what first came to mind. I climbed the big rock, using a tree nearby to support some of my weight and give me some leverage. I sat at the very top and waited for him. Paul was gaining on the rock, skidding to a sudden halt to look at me. God, he is so beautiful.

His messy hair strewn across his forehead, pointing in different directions as his hair gel was giving out. His smile shined through in the sunlight, his mouth agape as he was panting, which made him look like a starstruck child. The sunlight passed through the trees above and tickled his face perfectly, so that he stood out against his surroundings. His eyes were also hit by the sunlight, filtered through the green leaves just right, so his eyes reflected a beautiful bright green. 

I rented us this getaway cabin, because I knew how stressed Paul was getting at work. I knew he needed some time away, and somewhere to just play and be himself. I think it's working, considering he's been smiling a lot more. And not his fake business smile; his real, genuine, beautiful smile. 

I smiled at him and yelled, "I am king of the rock!"

I leaned back onto the rock and layed there in a starfish position. He yelled after me, "Nuh-uh!" I sat up and yelled back, "Yeah huh! I got here first, so I win, and now I'm king of the rock!" 

He climbed up onto a lower rock behind me, and I rolled onto my stomach to look at him. 

"Well, im king of this rock, then!"

"Okay, but it's not the rock. This is the rock."

"You jerk!" He yelled after me as I hopped off and got ready to run again. I started at a light jog and ran faster as he hopped of his rock.

I kept going, this time to the left of where we came from, and the woods got more and more dense. I was not fearful, however, since the sunlight above me was still strong enough to shine through the treetops and guide me along the way.

Then, I came to a clearing, an opening where the path seemed to be a little less foot-trodden and was grown with thick green grass and beautiful wild flowers. I slowed down and looked behind me. "Paul, come look at this!"

A large, very old tree stood in front of where I stood. He caught up to me and put his hands on his knees. "You're killing me!" He panted. 

After Paul caught his breath, he looked up. He softly gasped, in front of us was not just a tree, but a sturdy tree fort made of what looked like old wooden planks that one would use to build a fence. A rope ladder hung from the side of it's slowly collapsing frame. 

I tested the ladder and climbed up and knelt down inside. The fort. It was a roomy tree fort with a roof made of sticks and moss. Inside was already a bed of old, tattered blankets. No one has been here in a very, very long time. Paul sat down beside me. "Wow, this place is really cool!" He said. "It is, isn't it?" I asked.

He looked around some more. "Hey, look, love! A box!" He exclaimed. "A box, strange. Should we open it?" I gently asked him. 

"Sure! But… there's not really a latch or anything… it looks like it was nailed shut."

A ray of sunlight hit the box in Paul's hands through the dilapidated boards above us. It seemed to shine more brightly than everything around us. 

"Uhh, okay then. Here…" I said, looking for something to pry the box open with. I searched under the tattered blankets strewn about and found an old pocket knife that had rusted over. I turned to Paul and held out one hand for the box. He gave it to me and watched closely as I carefully found where the lid met the rest of the box and went about gently prying the box apart. The nails were small, so it wasn't terribly hard to get open.

Once the lid was fully pried, I set the box back down onto the floor in a silent communication of asking Paul to open the box with me. 

We put our hands on each of the corners and lifted. As the lid was discarded, we discovered some old pictures, a beaded necklace with a teardrop-shaped turquoise gem, an old Victorian style key, and an old gold ring. 

One of the pictures showed a woman in Victorian wear with the necklace that Paul was then holding. Written on the back was Adelaine Marie Miller, 1883. 

"Wow, Paul, this necklace is 100 years old!" I exclaimed. "Oooh," he said, grinning and staring in awe as I held the necklace up in the sunlight. 

More pictures revealed who used the key and who wore the gold ring. They showed a beautiful garden with a metal gate. A man who seemed to be the gardener was shown standing next to the gate with a prideful smile strewn across his face. One showed a man in a 20's style suit holding a cane, and on that hand was the gold ring. The pictures all had things written on the back that pointed out who was in the picture and where and when they were taken. 

Paul looked up from the pictures. "Hey, we should get going. The sun is starting to go down," He said. I nodded and we shuffled out of the tree house. 

We walked back to the rock, taking our time this time. The sun was getting lower and lower as we descended over the creek and back to the cabin.

When we got back, I made sure to put the box in a plastic bag and secure everything tightly. I looked to the bathroom door. Paul was distracted, trying to figure out how to run a bath in the cabin. I giggled to myself and secured everything in our suitcases.

I woke up to an alarm clock going off. 5:30 AM. Great, just enough time to drive to the airport and catch our flight home. I dragged Paul out of bed and we pulled on our comfiest clothes. We rolled our suitcases out to our rental car and got in. Paul drove us through the trees and across the trails to paved roads. We drove through the small town surrounding us to the airport. 

It must have been about 7 when we got there. The sun started to rise at the airport, making the less-than-busy place glow in the golden sunlight. I looked at paul. He was so tired from just waking up, his sleepy eyes glowing in the morning sunlight. He drowsily smiled at me and grasped my hand as we boarded our plane. "Thank you," he said, "this means a lot to me."