#I mean it's good but if I got anything bigger than a tall I'd be sick

[boiohboii]

The people's sweethearts

Chapter 1

(Verstappen!reader x tom holland x zendaya)

Soulmate au

YN Verstappen had been through hell, by her own father, for something she didn't even ask for. She grew up learning that she should hate what was given to her, after all it was the reason her father was always angry with her. So what should she do when the one thing she learned to hate is the one thing that brings her love, safe and comfort that not even her older brother can compare.

WARNING: not proof read, Jos Verstappen (worsned like 10 times for this fic) poly relationship, derogatory terms by father, abusive father. If I missed anything else please let me know

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Max and Yn Verstappen are close, really close, some would even say they are too close for being siblings, after all it's not usual for an 18 year old to go live with her older brother in a country 2 hours away (by plane) from her university rather than just to rent something close by.

Everyone had very harsh words to say about the pair of siblings, some still do but these are just people who hate max verstappen and they know nothing angers him more than someone insulting his baby sister, everyone was very vocal about how strange, weird and abnormal it is for 2 grown siblings to live together.

Everyone thought that the Verstappen siblings would change their living arrangements after Max and Kelly found each other, only to be surprised by Max buying a bigger penthouse that'd be enough for all 4 of them.

Everyone was negative about the prospect of the redbull formula one driver being followed around by his little sister until the release of The Anatomy of A Champion came out.

When the producers of the show pitched in the idea of talking to yn, max had refused, he wanted his sister nowhere near any of these vultures knowing how bad it can, and most probably will, get. Max was aware from a very young age that what his dad was constantly saying and doing to him and his sister wasn't normal, whenever he was at a race he would see the other boys' dad's hugging them and telling them they did a good job even if they didn't get first place, he would see how other's would have their father waiting for them with water and towels, and most importantly he would see how other dad's had their daughter on their shoulder making the other little girls laugh; Why does dad only make yn cry?

He remembers it so clearly, the way his father hit his sister because of something out of her control, something that she didn't even ask for, something that was thrown at her, it was the day his sister got her soulmark.

Everyone had a soulmark that appeared on their 5th birthday and today was yn's which made jos take her to the soul doctor. Soulmarks were complicated, which is why soul doctors were important, they let you know more about your mark and the bond that's to form between you and your other half.

"Wow young lady, you'll have twice the amount of love it seems."

"What?"

Max knew his father's tone, he know that he's angry and he unconsciously held onto yn's hand, hoping that his father wouldn't take his anger out on her.

"Well Mr Verstappen you see these lines," the doctor gently held up yn's wrist, turning it over to show off her newly given mark "that's an indicator of one soulmate, I'd say he is 3 or 4 years older than her given the shade of the mark, while this other lines that are in a circular shape indicate the other soulmate, he seems to also be around 3 or 4 years older as well. It looks like the mark that indicates young miss yn here is the moon, with how the moon is in the center I would say that yn would be the last in the group meaning that her two other soulmates will meet each other before they meet her."

Jos was angry throughout their drive home, he had already smacked yn into the car while rushing her to get in and as soon as they were in the car he hit her across the head, his arms tall enough to reach the young girl in the backseat. That was the first time max heard these words that would be so easy to recite within a few weeks.

"Two soulmates? Why couldn't you just be normal, why do you have to be such a slut?"

The ride back home was one of the worst max and yn had ever expirenced.

"Two soulmates, ridiculous.They're not even going to want you! They'd meet each other before they even know you!! At least if you turn out to be good for nothing I can just pimp you out on the street, maybe then you'd be useful, and it's not like your soulmates will even like you or want you. Unlovable whore."

"So," the interviewer started as Sophie Kumpen sat on a white sofa in Max's home in Monaco "how is your relationship with your youngest?"

"It's not as close as I'd want it to be," the mother of three confessed as she looked into the camera "yn is a very sweet girl, she had been through a lot. When Jos and I divorced she wasn't really aware of what was going on, she was too young to understand, and as she grew older all she could see was Max. He had been the one to take care of her: i remember once when Max was around ten years old he called me up, asking me how to make a soup because yn was sick and jos was out god knows where.

Max and YN were and are always there for each other, and I don't think that will ever change. I'm sure everyone thought their relationship will sort of tweak a bit when Max and Kelly met each other, but I don't think Max will ever allow that and it's not like Kelly even tried to change their relationship, she was the one who was apartment hunting for all of them while Max was racing and Yn was back in England for her university." 

"Do you think yn is putting in the effort to be there for Max?"

"Oh definitely, I mean studying mechanical engineering along with aerospace engineering at one of the top universities in the world is enough proof. Her whole life revolves around Max and I don't think it's a bad thing. Max had been her everything, he's the one she always goes to cause he is all she knows. When she was deciding what to do right after high-school all she said was that she will choose the majors that'll help her get an internship at formula one so that she'd be there with Max for the rest of his races, however long he wants to be there."

"Do you know what happened between Jos, Max and Yn? Don't you think it's weird that once Max turned 18 he asked Christian Horner to ban his father from the paddock? And to help him have yn with him as much as possible?"

"I'm not really going to go into the details of it, but Jos has done a lot of damage, especially to yn. It's not something I can talk about, not that I even want to, but Jos was a terrible husband and a wose father, I'm insanely glad that yn and max turned out as good and well as they are. Seeing them so close is not something that's surprising me given what Jos did to them, to yn" Sophie's voice broke as a few tears escaped her eyes "sorry, it's just, what she had to go through, it's traumatic and I'm happy that she had Max with her through it all. It fills my heart with joy seeing the little family Max and Yn formed with Kelly and Penelope"

ch. II

[fatratinatophat]

Promised you guys your Scraps and Goob headcanons since that poll won so here they are!

If someone wants to steal these, you're more than welcome to, I'd prefer getting credit if possible. If someone ends up using these for a comic or fanfic or something I'd love to see it so pls tag me or PM me I love reading my silly things :]

Scraps made Goob because she wanted a fellow Toon that would share her interests and hang out with her since the others weren’t really particularly crafty and didn’t share her interests

Goob just randomly showed up in Gardenview one day, both employees and other toons were extremely confused but the company decided to monetize on the free toon. His random appearance is also why he’s not on almost any posters

Goob was originally her height but he ended up growing a lot taller than her, Scraps is not happy about this development

His sharp teeth were also unintended, growing in randomly as he got bigger, Scraps was very confused

She originally planned to make his arms like the rest of his body, but underestimated the amount of fabric it would take to make him, so she improvised with long strips of rubber, poly beads (Makes them heavy) and red and blue felt to make his hands, which is why they look out of place (She intended to replace them, he wanted to keep them)

He couldn’t lift his arms for weeks because they were too heavy, eventually he figured it out

Dog and cat coded, you can guess who’s who

Both get zoomies cause I said so

Scraps WILL sit in boxes and circles on the floor, you cannot stop her

Scraps purrs and kneads when they’re both just hanging out instinctively

Goob is tall, Scraps is short

Goob is extremely clumsy, and this causes him to get rips pretty frequently, Scraps usually sews him up, whenever a spot starts to look too strange cause of all the sewing, she will cover it with a custom patch

Scraps is made of construction paper with her hands being Pom poms, her parts have to get replaced quite frequently, Goob helps her with this

Goob is usually very calm and non confrontational however, if someone is bullying Scraps and ONLY Scraps, he gets slightly violent and will slap whoever was talking to her rudely, this hurts quite a bit because of the poly beads in his hands. Nobody dares to say anything rude to Scraps when her brother’s nearby (Except the rare Shrimpo insult when he forgets)

He has ONLY ever slapped Shrimpo and various Gardenview employees

Scraps has mauled the employees on multiple occasions because they were mean to her brother so they try and avoid him whenever they’re together (Which is almost all the time)

The both of them get put in “time out” whenever they get aggressive towards the employees, where they’re locked in a closet for a couple hours as a punishment. This does not persuade them, it just makes Scraps mad (If one of them is stuck in time out, the other will refuse to work until they’re freed so they never stay in there long)

Goob doesn’t get treated particularly well because of his random appearance (New toon to look after while you’re getting paid minimum wage who’s clingy) so the employees don’t bother taking proper care of him. Scraps hates this and has made it her personal goal to make the employee’s lives a living hell so Goob’s considered the “obedient” one (He’s still a good boy even though the employees suck)

The two of them are basically attached at the hip, rarely ever apart for long periods of time, let alone at all

Neither of them can feel pain because they’re made of craft materials, they can feel what’s happening to them though it just doesn’t hurt

When either of them lose all their hearts in a round, they don’t die they just simply are incapable of moving anymore (Ripped off arms/legs, etc)

Phew alright I’m done, might edit this in the future if I get any better ideas to add but here they are, all the headcanons I have so far for these 2. Can you tell I think about them too much?

Below is ur promised doodles (They’re very low effort they’re not good also do me a favor and pretend I drew Scraps’ head right in the first image, ok?)

[bigwishes]

Since I heard you’ve got a few of those vials back in stock - perhaps I could get some for this new group of lads I’ve taken on for the year. Hopefully it’ll give my team the edge!

Sure thing coach! anything for a friend. Although surely you know that players "enhancing" themselves never goes the way they want it to, but no matter all your players have already picked out a vial from the shop.

Thought they'd all get the same vial? nah not enough of this stuff to go around but why dont we check in with some of your players to see how they are going.

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First there is Kyle, a block you were hoping to be your star player of the season, 7ft tall with the same amount of muscle as some of the blokes training for Mr Olympia! all at the age of 24, the dude sure was going places on the field, playing ruby he could basically just carry the ball from one side of the field to the other, anyone who'd try to tackle him would basically just bounce right off. I see he took a vial called "Prince Power". A pretty unusal choice for a guy that massive to pick up a vial like this but hey who am I to judge.

I see Kyle has shrunk down from 7ft to 5 and all that muscle seems to have evaporated. I guess he didn't read the back of the bottle or maybe he wanted a change of scene because "Prince Power" turns whoever drinks it into a power bottom who drools at the smell of another mans musk and needs a big strong knight in shining armour to come rescue him from practically anything...yeah he might be useless on the field now, unless you want to take one of the enemy players off the field by having Kyle here..."distract" him behind the goals half way through the game.

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We of course also have Tyler, a bloke who only really started trying to get big when you signed him for his skills. 22 and 5.5ft the guy wasn't much wider than a twig which is why I think "Wall 'o' Mass" caught his eye, very popular in the muscle fetish community but providing Tyler is good at math he should be able to work out the correct dosage lets check on him now.

Wow he has really beefed all the way up in a matter of hours, good for him, 1/4 of a bottle was a good starting point now he can-.....what's that? Tyler took more? well I'm sure he didn't- oh, he wanted to be bigger than Kyle and be the new star player? SO HE DRANK THE WHOLE BOTTLE? man someone get this man a couch to get comfortable because I give it 40 minutes before he is swollen into a massive meathead who is unable to move, well the vial wasn't called "Wall 'o' Mass" for nothing, drinking the whole thing means you'll turn into a bodybuilder so big all you can do is flex, a literal wall of mass.

Boy will he be kicking himself when he finds out what happened to Kyle, bro threw away his mobility for nothing.

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What about Jake? well Jake did the smart thing, he wanted enough mass to be able to move freely but also drop anyone who tried to tackle him, so I sent him over to our Bear section, although I can't tell you which one he took I was busy taking stock in the back.

The man is definitely going through some changes, nice muscle growth definition, I see he has become insanely hairy. What else will happen? well let's check which one he took now that I'm free, hmmm, oh man, none of your players are fucking smart are they bro, Jake could have taken anything off the shelf to get the results he wanted but he had to take "Wild Bear". No that doesn't mean he's a bear with a wild partying side. Let's put it this way man, I'd hide any cans of salmon you got lying around and maybe send animal control around to his house in the morning, looks like the zoo will be getting a new exhibit and you'll be looking for a new player.

[palialaina]

Since everyone has been nagging at me to take it easy, I've finally gone ahead and... made an attempt.

Look, with a garden you don't get days off, so sue me!

I did make my second glow worm farm, so hopefully now I'll get more worms! Does mean more beachcombing for me, but like... This is not a hardship. I can take pictures of the amazing view too!

Though I probably shouldn't drag Jel with me more than maybe once a week. The man has so many commissions and I certainly can't sew well enough to help him catch up! He does seem to enjoy me sitting near at hand though, while he's working on something. We don't talk, he sews, I... read.

He swears I can practice the lute, but I don't really want him to hear me do it badly. So the lute stays home for now. Mostly I read, but...

Well, while I can't say Caleri's library is bad, I will say that it feels like it's missing something. History is all well and good, but... History can be dry and dull, and I want... I don't know. More than that? I've tried to read Auni's books about a hero, but they read too... I suppose picturesque. They're made for kids, and I'm not a kid. I want a little realism in my stories, but not a lot of realism.

Lark thinks I should write my own book, but I don't know. I know what reads as good prose, I don't know if I can write my own. I don't even know what I'd write about, and I feel like anyone who learned I was writing would expect something Very Human from me, like... i don't know, an autobiography or something?

Which I bet I would find boring even if I did remember where I'd come from. And writing of how my life in Kilima has gone so far... that's just these journal entries. Way too personal.

Maybe I'm thinking about it too much, I don't know...

On a less existential crisis note, I have finished some more house stuff!

The bathroom is tiny, no lie, but it's amazing. Honestly, the hardest part was the wall paneling stuff! Tish helped me install the sink and the overhead cupboard.... mostly by using Reth as a tall person~ I paid him in macarons.

Look, I offered coin, but he said no! So I had to get sneaky and threaten him with Lark! He said I played dirty and took the macarons. So... I win? Jel was a little put out that I didn't ask him, but he was impressed with how I put it together. He also said this little living room is cozy, and he can't wait for all of us to gather again for more board games and scary stories.

Reth is not allowed to tell scary stories any more. Or at least, not Grimalkin themed ones. Jeez. I couldn't sleep after he told that one, and ended up crashing on the couch in Jel's shop for a midday nap.

I think Jel found it cute. But yeah. I'm not letting Reth tell stories again.

I want to make a couple more chairs, since Reth said he wanted to invite Tish next time we played. Maybe I could make a small room off the kitchen for storage? Oh, or I've got an extra tent packed away, maybe I could use that for holding any extra chairs and things for if I get more guests.

I mean, it's that or I build room onto the kitchen and make the dining room bigger and fancier, and I just.. I dunno. I'm not a fancy person? I'll have to think about it.

It's kinda funny though; every time I think I'm done with my house, I get a new idea. And I still want to paint and sew things in a more... me color scheme, but I also really could use that stroage upgrade Tish says she has. I've almost got enough. And man, it's hard to resist buying the paintings and rugs down in the nightmarket. I've managed it so far, but dang is it hard!

Good thing I don't need any more flow tech from Zeki...

Maybe if I sketch out the room, I can figure out what I want before I buy anything... And remind myself that I want the house to be comfortable and cozy for all my friends.

[squill79]

The Woman Who Was

Trigger warning for transphobia

It was an average weekday. George wastes his time lying around and eating junk food, as he typically does. He used to be a family man. He would stay in shape and pass the football around with his teenaged son, Bryan. Ever since the divorce however, George has become a shell of his former self. twice a month, Bryan stops by to see his father, and today was one of those days. "How's it going dad?", Bryan asks as he enters the living room.

"What? How's it what?", George tiredly responds as he awakens from a nap.

"I just ask how it's going", Bryan answers as he gazes around the apartment. "Wow, this place gets messier every time I stop by. You've got garbage and clothes everywhere, I'd like to see this place look nice for once".

"Well, I don't normally have others over, besides you I guess", says George.

"Well maybe you should have someone over, put yourself out there! I mean you and mom have been separated for a few years now, it might be good to meet someone again", Bryan suggested.

George pondered, "Maybe... just as long as she's not like your mom. I mean come on, was it so hard for her to just cook my meals and do my laundry every day? You know, like women are supposed to do?"

Bryan was disgusted. "Ugh, women aren't supposed to do anything, dad! Don't be gross".

"Yeah I bet she taught you that", George snarked.

Bryan chose to change the topic, "Alright dad, let's set you up an account on an online dating site". Bryan set up an account for his dad. George spent the next hour scrolling past various women he felt didn't meet his standard in terms of appearance, interests, and views. Eventually, he stopped on a girl who went by the name of Luna.

"Hey, this girl is real pretty! And she's only in her late twenties! She loves cooking and cleaning and is looking for a man who is strong, supportive, and has a great sense of humor! I'm all those things!"

"Sure you are, dad", Bryan said sarcastically.

"I think I'm gonna set up a date with her", George said.

That's great, dad", Bryan responded. "I think I'm gonna get going now but let me know how the date goes".

"Yeah, I'll see ya kiddo", George said distractedly. This was the first time he had been excited for something in years. He spent the rest of the day cleaning the apartment in case he wanted to take her home.

A few days later, George went to meet Luna for dinner at a local restaurant. George arrived first and sat down at a booth. Shortly after, Luna entered looking even prettier than she did on her profile. She wore a stunning purple dress, had long dark hair, was 6 feet tall, and wore sparkly make-up. George was amazed. "Wow", he exclaimed when she sat down, "You're even more beautiful in person!"

Luna laughed, "Why thank you! It took me all day to look like this".

"Yeah I bet", he responded.

"So what do you do all day? What are your hobbies?", Luna asked.

George stammered for a moment. He didn't want her to know he spends all day slouching around at home once he gets home from work. He had to make something up. "Well I... exercise. I jog, I bike, I go to the gym", he answered as he used his phone to secretly create a membership at his local gym.

"Oh that's nice, I'm a real health nut too. What muscles have you been working on?", Luna asked.

George did not know how to respond. "Oh you know... sorta a mix of them all. I try not to discriminate'". The two both laughed. George then asked, "So what are you into? Your bio said you liked cooking and cleaning".

"Well yeah, I do, but that's just what my mom wanted me to say", Luna replied. "What I really want is to be a big performer one day. So far I've only done small shows but I hope to be in something bigger one day, maybe Broadway".

"Oh that seems interesting", George responded. "Can you sing for me?"

"Right here!?!? In a restaurant!?!?", Luna confusedly exclaimed.

"Yeah, why not?", George asked.

Luna laughed and the two continued to talk for the rest of the night. they both had a wonderful time and agreed to keep seeing each other.

For the next few weeks George and Luna had become a consistent part of each other's lives'. They jogged together, went to the beach and an amusement park, watched movies, George even started working out to get in shape for her. In that short time, George was happier than he had been for the entirety of the last few years. One Saturday afternoon, the two were having a picnic. George could tell that Luna had something on her mind. "Is something wrong?", he asked.

Luna had been hiding a secret that was eating her up inside. A secret that she was not yet prepared to share. So instead, she made up a lie. "Yeah it's just... your son".

"My son?", George questioned, "What about him?"

"I want to meet him. I mean, I'm just nervous that he might need time to adjust to me being a part of his life, you know how kids can be", Luna answered.

"Oh I doubt that", George replied. "Meeting you was actually his idea in the first place. But sure, you can still meet him! We'll set up a dinner date at my place tomorrow."

"Sounds great", Luna nervously responded.

The next day, per his father's invite, Bryan met George and Luna at the apartment for dinner. "Hi, how are you?", Luna greeted him and shook his hand.

"I'm great, thanks", Bryan replied. He could see that Luna was visibly nervous but refused to acknowledge it. He looked around and saw that the house was much neater than it had been last time he visited. "Wow dad, you really tidied up the place".

"Oh... yeah", he said. "Just wanted this place to look nice". The three sat down at the table to eat. Bryan talked about his classes and friends and Luna discussed her acting career. Bryan could still tell she was acting nervous. She was sweaty, kept rambling, and was often unfocused on what he was saying. Eventually, George got up to use the bathroom and left the table. This gave Bryan the opportunity to ask her, "Hey, are you feeling ok?"

"Yeah", she answered. "Yeah, I'm ok. It's just... your dad, is he... on the conservative side of the spectrum?"

"Oh... yeah", Bryan responded. "Yeah, I love the guy but he's pretty right wing. It's actually a part of why he and my mom divorced in the first place. I've tried making him see our point of view but he's a stubborn guy. You know how parents are. Why do you ask?"

Luna sighed, "If I tell you, do you promise not to tell your dad?"

"For sure, totally", Bryan promised.

"... I'm transgender. I have been presenting as female since I was twelve and had a sex reassignment surgery at eighteen. I don't want to keep it from him but I'm scared to let him know".

Bryan attempted to console her. "Oh, well that's not-".

"WHHHAAAAAT!?!?!?", Bryan was interrupted by his father, who as it turns out, could hear them the entire time. "You mean I've been dating a man this whole time?"

Luna was in shock. She had not a clue what to say. Bryan stood up to defend her, "She is not a man!"

"Great, more of your woke nonsense", George retorted. "Men can't be women! Men are men!"

Luna finally stepped in. "So all that time we spent together, it means nothing because I was born a man?"

George angrily pointed at her. "You deceived me! I thought I was dating a women. How can I ever trust you?"

Luna scoffed. "I only lied because I was worried you would react this way, and I was correct".

"Get the hell out!" George yelled. Luna sobbed and egressed the apartment.

"Great going dad", Bryan said sarcastically. "Yet again you drove away a perfectly nice girl because you're an ignorant buffoon. It's exactly why mom left you".

"Yeah well, good thing I don't need anyone. I'm better off by myself", George told his son.

"I sure hope you are", Bryan stated as he left the apartment. He proceeded to cut off contact between him and his dad.

By the end of the week, George had gone back to his old slobbish, lazy, unambitious self. He quit working out and spent all his time eating junk and watching TV, fantasizing about how his life could be had Luna still been in it.

[wooahaes]

let me just say i love you!!

im so happy you spoke on behalf for all curvy/bigger readers because omg same.

i tend to direct my writings sometimes to bigger/taller readers only because it’s always the same “he lifted your tiny fragile body into his muscular one” or, “you wore his shirt that was xxx times too big on your small body” etc,

and there is not hate towards my smaller friends and fellow readers, i love you all! i just love showing the representation for my people (although my writing still leaves room for imagination🤍)

i just feel it’s so important to show other readers and fans that representation of bigger readers 🤍😊

p.s. mingyu got you w one arm and i got the other 😛🤭

omg hi i saw ur rb + reply to tht old post!!

hell yeah im always glad to speak up on curvy/bigger readers!! also i love that u direct ur writing towards taller readers too because i feel like tall readers Also miss out on a lot (i cant relate, personally, bc im jihoon height haha i cannot reach top shelves).

but yeah same!! i absolutely never mean any hate towards people who are smaller, i'd always just appreciate a lil heads up for anything that implies reader is small (mentioning a persons clothes are big on u, esp if said person is a smaller guy) or outright writing a petite reader--like, ppl can write whatever they'd like! i just like having a heads up before i read since it can def mess w me on a bad day (and with people who deal with waaay worse issues regarding body image than i do).

i like having a default where i dont mention readers body type at all since i just dont personally think it matters with 95% of what i write, unless im specifically trying to talk abt my experience as a plus size gal <3 representation is important in all aspects fr tho!!

also hell yeah <3 gyu w his big muscles... he would be So good for piggy back rides i feel it in my soul...

[the-firebird69]

Sports Car Convertible Go Kart (gokartsusa.com)

This is what we're talking about. And it is. a go kart. This is an actual go kart body for sale. They drop the price.t. And it is. a go kart. This is an actual go kart body for sale. They drop the price. Fun out of there, too much money and they couldn't sell them. And we're not gonna sell them for anything like that. I'm also gonna be made out of the plastic that the Saturn was. it's gonna be very close. It's not gonna be regular plastic. And it's similar. It's easier to make is stronger and last longer. It's not cheap and cheesy feeling or looking. This style is actually very good. And the. the way the wheels and tires match and how. it fits is very good. It it fits is very good. It is really almost exactly the way it should be. The car should be a little bigger. The tires and rims a little bigger that this would work on a smaller child And that's the idea. on a gas motor. You have a three horsepower and the kid should be ages 2 to 4 years old. A small child only. two foot tall or 2 foot 4 inches. And these guys are bigger than that. But a little. kids are not and they sometimes are that big. And Jason says that he needs them and our son and daughter are working on it. And they shrink down and they drive home and they get some gas and it works.. Chrissy does that sometimes and sometimes almost as a baby. Jimmy Chung. So he she's doing it one day and he goes. You should stop in for a chimichanga and she says, how do I get it? And says my mom and brother went sent me in to get them a chimichanga each and she goes now we got two she goes in and she tells me around the corner waiting in the car goes out starts eating the chimichanga in her little car and drives away and they didn't see her but it's what it's like it's kind of scary. so that's what pit bikes are good for. and they said we can't always have a pit bike but boy the pit bikes are much better and lower. Grom it's kinda like a funny name. It sounds like a null or I mean a gnome. but this is pretty much right on for little children. And he says you start there with very young children and the big ones try and get in and they can't and they need a bigger one and you make the beer tires in the bigger body and rims. That's for a little more horsepower. But really you can make an age. three to 4 and then age 5 to 6 or so in those two age groups you would have electrics with the gear. but they'd be chain You ever see the chain? And it's a different drive, and it's real smooth. And it would have a lot of gears. And I think with a. 3 horsepower. with the size of children around here. You see that you're calling like 4 years old They're thinking about they could go about 20 miles an hour. for about 30 to 40 miles. And it's not hard to shift And they'd have to stay on the sidewalk. But people would let them. And he's saying we could start. with the pedal type. And he has like this centripetal pedal. And people say we can't do it. And I'd say this is the company that had those really cool bodies. And people would say that about us.. I see what he's saying. He doesn't know which way to do it, but the electric is definitely a good place to start And the pushcart too, because we can make them very light. I'm gonna start working on this It's my specialty. And he's really good at too. But really, we're gonna start this. And he says these guys. wanna find the two fellas stuff. But really, he was talking about my laugh, and I do. I do say, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, and I'm gonna get going on it now.

Thor Freya. And he wanted to add something to these, since they're going faster. So it's a form of RC control. it would be easy with the electric And he wants them to have control over the brakes and steering. And they have a toy like it already. And the equipment doesn't weigh much. But the plastic weighs too much. Our plastic is lighter and stronger and it looks a lot better. It's a bit safer too. It'll bump in, and you can bump it out. It's a great idea for toys. And he says that when we make these, it would. be Mcallister racing and we could start RC Cola up with a better sugar. And it would be one of the stickers on the toys. And for the bigger boys And it would be up to age 12 from age roughly 9. We could have the candy cigarette company. and root beer companies.

We like this idea, so we're going to print..

.Olympus

And it is Chrissy, and she is fascinated and happy. The idea is there. And wants to see how it would work. And he. wants people to start working on it. And Thor and Freya are doing. and they're gonna do the designs. And he says he likes that go kart, and it's good for young young people. And you can't have a gas motor for the street. So you'd have to start with electric and people can't make it work right It just does not last. It doesn't go anywhere. So now it will It says you could probably use a shifter. just like in a car. And you might be able to just push it like you do in the bicycle And I say that's probably smart It's all I'm gonna get to it.

he says good bu tme too ok i said it

Hera

[hybridhadal]

ABOUT ME

Hey, how you doin’n, bitch? My name’s Hadal Ai Douglass, but you can just call me Hadal (or HD). 

I’m just your everyday twenty-something year old black and nerdy queer.  I'm 5'6" with brown eyes and black locs. I love gaming, travelling, martial arts, anime, music, cussing (so be warned), and getting into trouble with friends. I know this reads like some corny Tinder profile but bare with me. I'm actually a pretty interesting guy once you get to know me…

I come from the Murx (which is short for Murkstone, VA) and my pronouns are ‘he/him’ as well as ‘they/them’. I resonate more with the ladder though.  Coming from the Murx though, people tend to pretty much call you whatever the fuck they want.  While not as popular as NYC or as hood as Detroit, the people here are characters nonetheless. It can get pretty busy and even crowded on certain occasions too.  It has this sort of Gothic and old time aesthetic which attracts tourists for sure.  But it also still keeps the allure of a regular modern city with the tall buildings, the traffic, burger joints on every corner, and neighborhoods you probably wouldn't want to get caught in at night.

Speaking of which, the nightlife is pretty cool here too.  There’s lots to do. We got clubs, we got bars, we got strip joints, and other stuff. But after you've done it all, it can get a little repetitive. I’ve also lived here since I was a kid.  So, perhaps I’m not the best person to talk to about it.  One of the best things about the city though is that we also have these yearly music festivals that a bunch of outsiders attend.  It’s called the "Deep Flow Festival" and it can get pretty big.  I typically DJ at these events and the like.  So, I’m a little known in the community here. Still, one of my bigger goals in life is to see the world.

One of my biggest dreams is to become a big presence in the music industry; to work with bigger names and make crazy loot.  I know, it's a little cliché but I'm a creative at heart. I already make and sell my beats to some of the rappers and singers in my area (and a little beyond). On top of DJing at some of the spots around here, it pays the bills. It's also better than working some 9 - 5 that drains my life. So, although what I'm doing is barely getting me by, I'm not complaining. But again, I want to be bigger. I wanna be heard around the world. I wanna make big money, and ultimately move out of my little kitchen pantry of a pad. Don't get me wrong. I'm grateful for the place that I have. But it'd be cool if I could live in better place or maybe even in my own house. In today's economy though, you probably have to be making 1% money to buy and keep a house (especially the kind that I want). But I also want to get into other avenues too. Well, either that or find a sugar daddy to take care of me. I mean, shit, it is what it is.

I’ve been told I can be a bit boy-crazy at times though. On of the reasons I'm really into martial arts is that I love a man who can throw some hands.  But if you're reading this and you're anything like my folks, you'd probably think that I still have a lot of life lessons to learn in that area (and you'd probably be right).  I wouldn't call myself a spring chicken though. I can be a bit paranoid when it comes to men but not in the way you might think.  Like I’m not afraid to get out and get to know people.  That’s pretty much my job to a degree.  I just know some of these men out here can be crazy as all hell sometimes.  So, I do what I can when I can to keep any contingency that I can. 

Growing up, my step-dad pretty much forced me to partake in survival school as well as self-defense training.  He’s one of those Pan-African Hotep types on top of being an ex-marine.  So, he made sure to raise me to be as militant and as hard ass as he could. I'd even go so far as to say that I picked up a few of his qualities (both good and bad). I mean, I never really met my real father or anything like that. So, I normally refer to him as just my dad despite not really getting along with him like that to this day. But, yeah, survival school taught me a lot though.  I kinda had a rough time adjusting to it but I did eventually.  Shit, I even made friends.  Some of which even came up with me from middle school all the way to high school.  

Before all that though, it was just my mom and me.  She and I were practically inseparable.  Then, she got her dream macho man and became the mayor.  Pretty much everything changed after that.  It all became about keeping an image, which pretty much meant keeping any sort of affiliations between her and I secret. I'm not exactly the most exemplary child (or so she constantly leads me to believe).  It also meant spending significantly less time with the person who I at one point spent all my time with.  I can’t blame her though.  My biological father skipped town on us before I could really form any decent memories of him.  So, for a small portion of my formative years, it was just the two of us.  Once my step dad stepped into the picture, I pretty much became that little block of wood that he whittled into a shank.  I don’t know... 

But enough about my mom and dad.  This next fact about me might seem like a bit of a stretch. But the craziest part of my life by far is the fact that I’m actually a practitioner of cosmic sorcery.  Now, I know you’re probably thinking…

“What in the fuck is cosmic sorcery?”

Well, it’s pretty hard to sum up in just a few words but I will do my best.  Cosmic sorcery is the study and manifestation of the universe's darkest secrets.  Think of all that lies in the spaces between universes being summoned to our plane of existence; like being able to call on beings from the heavens and beyond to grant you whatever you desire. Cosmic sorcery can grant its user knowledge, physical enhancement, or sometimes even the complete annihilation of something.  But also, it is an overall teaching of this universe's many elements.  With enough knowledge, I could probably terraform (or flat out destroy) whole cities if not the whole planet. Now, mind you, I'm not on some OP anime character type shit but I know a lot. But yeah, there’s a LOT you can do with cosmic sorcery. 

Ultimately cosmic sorcery preaches the oneness of the individual self and the universe.  It is as powerful as one who practices it puts into it is. That and its incredibly ancient and mysterious. So, you can expect a lot of shit to go unexplained by me. I may practice the bitch but I'm no historian. The way I try to think of it is that it’s basically mankind's biggest kept secret (sorta, I guess).  I mean, of course I’m not the only one that knows it.  That’s also not the only form of sorcery out there.  But it’s the one my grandfather blessed me with before he passed.  I strive to know more and more but there isn’t much on it.  I have to consult beings from beyond time and my own reality for guidance, and that's a whole box of chocolates in itself. A lot of the time, it feels like I'm just winging it.  

But that's about it when it comes to me… 

I feel like I've experienced quite a bit of life while not really experiencing life outside my own little bubble. But I mean, shit, I'm still young. Anything can change at any time. In fact, my dad says that's the only constant. I'm just a simple guy with big dreams and a lot on the mind. The following entries are pretty much a look into all of my highs, lows, and everything in between.  Every dream that I’ve dreamt, every hard time I’ve overcome (or am still overcoming), every boy I’ve ever had a thing with / for, every embarrassing moment I’ve endured, and every triumph I’ve earned will all be here for the world to see.  I hope you find it all as interesting as I do because believe me. It's some crazy shit.

Enjoy

HD  

[casspurrjoybell-24]

Sugar Punch - Chapter 7

*Warning Adult Content*

Theodore Banks

I don't know how it happened but I have now been talking to Maddox on the phone for just over an hour now.

I also don't know how this also happened but I was telling him about a game I liked to play and a little bit about the code I was writing, I was scared that he'd hang up or say how much of a nerd I was but he sounded interested when he asked me questions after I finished nervously rambling.

I felt bad for forgetting to text him that I wouldn't be showing up today but ever since Tuesday night when I got home, I felt so sick, I had to stay home from school just to feel better again, after two days of hell.

My body was still aching and after some time I figured it was just fatigue from overworking my body, something it wasn't used to as I never did any sports, never mind went inside of a gym before.

'Why is it called that?' Maddox asked, as I thought back to what we were talking about.

Wait, what were we talking about?

"Sorry I forgot what I was talking about," I cringed out, as his deep laugh filled my ears.

'It's fine."'

There was a pause before I heard him move with the phone near his ear.

'Looks like our time's up, I think I owe you now Theo, we passed the hour mark twenty minutes ago.'

Has it really been 1hr and 20 minutes since he called me?

I looked at my phone and he was right, I had been talking to him for that long and I don't even remember what we spoke about.

I was too nervous I was sure I rambled for a good hour from how anxious I was, being on the phone with him.My throat was dry and I didn't know why but I felt like Maddox was flirting with me just now but being the virgin that I was and from my knowledge, straight, I didn't know what to say.

"Oh," I said lamely, hitting myself on the forehead with my palm.

'Throw me a text when you're coming in next, I'll make room for you,' he said, his deep voice coming out deeper now as I heard a door close on his end.

"Thanks... Maddox," I said shyly, a strange silence falling over us as I wait for him to speak again.

'Night, Theo,' he said lowly as I swallowed hard, the hair on my arms sticking up as his voice tickled my ear.

"Goodnight."

The line went quiet for a few moments as I waited to see if he said anything else and when he didn't, he ended the call and once I put my phone down, I felt like I could breathe again.

What the hell... my heartbeat was beating like crazy and my face felt so hot, I was sure if I looked in the mirror now, I was going to look like a strawberry.

I don't know what's happening, was Maddox my friend now?

It didn't make sense to me why he'd call me out of the blue, to be honest I was scared just to pick up his call, thinking he'd be mad and chew my ear off about attendance.

Instead, he asked if I was okay, if I ate... it made me feel funny inside and I would be lying if I didn't admit liking talking to him because I really, really liked talking to him.

I had never felt like that about a guy before, I thought some men were good looking and handsome but to get actual butterflies while talking to one, what did that even mean?

Did I like Maddox Zane?

Or was I just starstruck from meeting him and working out with him?

Whatever it was, it was making me think things I had only thought about with women, like what it would be like to kiss someone like Maddox, who was more man than I'd ever be.

He was tall, handsome and his dark hair always seemed perfectly styled, his tattoos on his tanned skin only added to his charm, sure he had edges, he was a fighter and fought for a living but something told me he had a softer side to him.

He was nice to me, wasn't he, so he must have a soft side.

Halfway through talking to Maddox, I couldn't help but get hard as I thought about all this, while trying to act normal on the phone with him, not wanting to seem like a bigger loser then I already was.

I wanted to badly to touch myself, to just lay down with the phone to my ear and touch myself as he spoke to me, it made me feel dirty in the worst way, I would never be able to show my face in front of him again if he found out I did something like that.

He'd probably show up at my house and beat me up until I could barely stand, he was a straight guy, with women hanging off every inch of him, why would he be interested in a runt like me?

His voice was nice on the phone... but it sounded better in person... I laid on my bed and closed my eyes and pictured his as he grabbed my hands and showed me how to hold my fists, like he did the first time I had a one on one with him.

He smelled so good, thinking back to that day, his sweat mixed in with his cologne, I was so nervous that day but he kept it professional and I had fun working out with him, despite embarrassing myself from not knowing a single thing.

I pulled my pants down and groaned once I saw I had dirtied my underwear by just thinking of him, I was throbbing and without even touching myself I was close just by thinking of him.

I don't know if I could touch myself to him, after just talking to him, what if I couldn't look him in the eye anymore?

He'd find out what I did, while thinking of him.

But the temptation was too much to just avoid, I closed my eyes and grabbed my erection and started stroking myself, picturing his large tan and tattooed hand wrapped around my length, instead of mine.

His voice in my ear as he tells me to keep touching myself, to let it all out into his hand, oh God... I was so turned on from something so simple but touching myself had never felt so good until now.

No girl had ever made me this bad, and even though every muscle was aching I rubbed myself until I let it all out, moaning out as I pictured his chest, muscled and shaped to perfection and dripping in sweat.

Breathing heavily, I open my eyes and look at the mess I just made, disgusted at myself that I did something so weird to someone who was just being nice to me.

I've never been with a woman, so I didn't know what this meant but what I did know was Maddox was making me feel things and I wouldn't mind... I might enjoy it, if it's him...

It might not be that bad, if it was him.

Ugh God, I'm so embarrassed just thinking about it.

Getting up from my bed, disappointed in myself, I take my pants off and go to wash them in my bedroom sink, not lifting my head to look at myself in the mirror, already knowing that I was red in my face.

I wanted to see him, even if it's just to train... I couldn't hide it anymore, I liked Maddox Zane, I had just jerked off to him and I liked it... what more was there to say?

He was older than me by 12, almost 13 years, there was just no way he'd want anything to do with me, not when he could have anyone he wanted.

I knew whatever this was going to be unrequired, so I scrubbed my underwear and tried not to think about it too much, despite how much my chest was starting to hurt and tears formed in my eyes.

You idiot Theodore, why are you getting upset for?

I was an adult now, I needed to stop crying and stop whatever it was I was feeling for someone who was unreachable, I'd only end up getting more hurt.

I wasn't going to ruin what was beginning to form, Maddox was good for my self-confidence, something I lacked, if he found out about this, he'd stop training me and I'd most likely never see him again.

So, I was going to forget all about this and take a shower to clear my head, in hopes that the next time I see him I don't make a fool out of myself. 

[sweetie-bri]

Jone's the brains I'm just his test subject. He's truly ahead of his time making feminine beauty products. I'm always happy to see my childhood friend succeed so I act as his little training dummy. Secretly though. I... wanted him to myself.

I'm a HUGE sapiosexual. Nothing does it for me more than a smart, confident man. I wished more than anything that Jone felt the same. If he saw how smart I was and fell instantly in love..♡ Jone however... He liked. Foxy ladies like Sydney.

Perky breasts, smooth curves, fair skin, and her eyes, lips and nose. There was nothing wrong with her. It made me physically ill watching him oggle her while she played him like an instrument. I could only watch from the sidelines as this dumb slut took MY Jone hostage with her strapless dresses & miniskirts.

Hi, h-hey Jone. J-." I shut my mouth. The more I talked the more I froze up. I was so tense when I saw his curly hair & golden smile. "Hey Noe-y!" Noe-y??? Oh my God he had a nickname for me!? He thought about me?? "I've got something BIG I NEED to try and you're just the girl I needed." He needed me??? He REALLY just said he needed me???

"I'd be happy to." I choked out, relieved I didn't stutter. After a small pause he looked at me, genuinely and... "Thank you for this, Noel... and. Everything. I can't thank you enough." My heart pumped 4x as fast! The experiment we were testing today needed me to be in 'loose clothes' and with 'no-makeup.' I slid on all-black cause I wanted to match the cute suit Jone walked in with.

"Are you ready?" Jone asked. Pointing something he called a beautifier at me. I couldn't stop thinking about how he talked to me yesterday. I... If only I could tell him how I feel. My thoughts fried up as I was beamed with a flash of bright light. I felt myself slowly fill my dress in. "Just a half-second with the beautifier and...

Joan looked like he was hiding a smile with his open mouth. I looked down at myself and nearly made the exact same face. I looked, fuller, curvier, and most of all taller. I was as tall as the lamp post by Jone's house and... maybe strangest of all... I felt... confident!

"You're sooo smart~ Does Sydney ever tell you that?" I felt drunk. I wasn't sure if it was Jone's radioactive laser making me 14 feet tall or if I was love-drunk from being around my childhood crush for so long. "Noel you're-" I interrupted him. Feeling emboldened and losing my filter. Was he blushing, did he... Like me bigger?"

"I mean... that- fuck... flat, blonde bitch doesn't know you like me. You deserve better~" I bent fully over, in slurry speech I said: "20 feet better~ you're- you... you're sexy, Jone." At this point I'd lost my mind and just relished in Jone's company. "Noel, I didn't know you felt like that about me." He said, accepting my advances.

"Oohoho~ You dirtyy- dirtyyyy boy. I kissed his cheek. It's cause I'm big, and curvy now, right~♡?" "No! Noel I've always thought you were too good-" "Abababa-" I covered his mouth with my dinner plate sized hands! "I know, but it- you still like me MORE now, hwehe heh~♡ I'd like me more. I'm fuckin' sexy."

I couldn't help but grip my breasts, they were twice my original size and... so sensitive..? "... Okay, I admit: Noel, you're cuter now." He bashfully turned his head. "I knewww it. You like my big, soft boobies? Dirty boy~" I was high on the fumes of Jone liking me back. So elated, lightheaded and horny my long arms wrapped around him.

I snuck another kiss 'It's okay, Jone I'm a naughty girl-y~" I grappled the gun that made Jone love me from him. He used to be stronger than me, I took it with ease; I felt unstoppable. "Jone~♡ Watch me, daddy~♡!!" I don't why I said that, but I loved it. I shot the same bright light into my stomach.

The orgasmic feeling hit me everywhere as I felt the already tight clothes constricting me slowly rip apart. 5 whole seconds of pure beautifier. My panties rode up my pussy, then snapped at the waistband. Dropping to the rapidly-departing ground. My cute little dress wasn't big enough to hide my nude womanhood anymore, then burst at the torso along with my bra.

My breasts ballooned to yoga balls but on me they looked just like DDs. As the ray stopped working its magic I lowered my palm Jone stepped on. He looked like an action figure. My drunk-like brain thought about putting him into my pussy but I just wanted to see his little face. "I'm yours~♡" I swooned, my 2 story body almost flattening his house.

"Noel, I c-can turn you... back to, to n-normal. If you want!" He stuttered. Even my dumb, drunk brain could tell he loved this. "No, I want to be with you, your giant loving girlfriend... Do you want this big *aaAh!!♡* sensitive body or that slut, Sydney.

"Hah, that's a no-brainer." Jone replied as began to strip with me.

[donutloverxo]

Too big to handle

Written for @imdarkinme . Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Summary - Steve's cock is too big for your pussy.

Warnings - smut(m/f), daddy kink, maybe ddlg but not really, readers a bit naive, size kink, praise kink, cum play.

Pairing - Steve x reader Word count - 1.4k

"Hm..." you sighed dreamily, in awe of just how amazingly the jeans you got your daddy for valentines suits him. He looked hot even while he was doing the dishes.

He looks over his shoulder to you, his eyebrows pinched together but then smiles upon seeing you openly oggling him, "Like what you see, doll?"

"Um, what? I wasn't doing anything!!" you yelled when you realised you had been caught red handed.

"Relax, honey," he teased, booping your nose with his finger, "If you want something, all you have to do is ask for it."

"Um... I do want something..."

"Uh-huh, and what is that," he said, crossing his hands over his chest, the veins in his biceps popping which made you salivate even more so.

"I thought..." you looked up at him with your sweet doe eyes, jutting your lips out and making a face he would never say no to, "maybe we could go all the way? I know you would've liked to wait, being from the forties and all, but I don't think I have it in me to..."

He cleared his throat, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he stammered over his words, "Is that what you want?"

"If you'd like to as well then yes."

"Believe me, doll, there is nothing in this world I'd like more," he groaned. "I didn't ask because I didn't want you to think that it was the only thing I was after."

"I'd never think that, daddy, I know you love me," standing on your tippy toes, and craning your neck, and yet you still couldn't quite reach him because he was just so freaking tall, he smirked at you and met you halfway to peck your lips.

"Of course I do, and don't you ever forget that."

"Can we get the lights?" you asked, just a bit apprehensive, as he kissed you all over your bare thighs.

"Why?" he wanted to know as he propped his chin up on your thigh.

"I..." You didn't have a good enough answer. You had seen him once while he was changing out of his combat suit after he got shot, you knew what a perfect specimen he was, you on the other hand were anything but perfect. "I don't know... it's just that'll make me more comfortable."

"You know I'd do anything to make you comfortable right, doll?" he asked as you nodded. "And I don't mind getting the lights. But I want to see you, all of you, I want to look into your eyes while I make love to you and make you mine."

"That's silly, daddy," you giggled, "I'm already yours."

"That you are," he repeated as he sucked a spot into the inside of your thigh, a bit too close to your panty clad core.

"Mm.. okay... I trust you..." And you'd do anything to make him happy.

"You have no idea how much that means to me, doll," he rolled your panties down your thighs and your legs.

The way he stared at your core would've made you just a little uncomfortable if he wasn't saying the sweet things to you while his fingers toyed with your intimate lips.

"You have such a pretty pussy, baby. I could look at it all day long. Would you let me draw it?" he looked up at you, tearing his eyes away from your gorgeous cunt so he could get an answer from you.

"Yes, of course..." you moaned, clenching around him as he added two more fingers, massaging your walls and pumping them in and out of you.

He hovered over you, "Your pussy looks so tiny, baby, it's so fucking tight, I don't know if I'll last, I gotta prepare you."

You couldn't believe you even thought of keeping the lights off, to miss out on looking at the way Steve looked at you, as if you were the most precious thing in the.

You also would've missed out on seeing his perfect pecs, your hands moving of their own accord to touch his flesh, pink nipples pebbling under your palm.

You dug your nails into his biceps, drawing out blood as you could feel your climax approaching but you held on, you only wanted to come around him, "Will you please put it in me, daddy?" you blinked up at him.

"Alright, honey, I think you're ready," he said as he pulled his fingers out of you, sitting back on his thighs he pushed your knees apart so he could look at you some more, you were swollen and looked about ready for him, two of his fingers parting your vaginal lips so he could admire your arousal seeping out of you, "Fucking perfect."

You could feel your face heating up at his praise, watching him through your hooded eyes and waiting for him to penetrate you and claim you, until that caught your eye.

"Holy shit!" your eyes nearly popping out of their sockets upon seeing what looked like was his monster cock. "How is that so big?!" you yelled.

"What?" he looked down at his cock, standing tall and proud against his abs.

"Steve, I've seen you naked... once... I didn't mean to, but I couldn't look away either..." you tried to explain, getting more and more flustered, "And that," pointing at his cock, "wasn't nearly as big as it looks now."

"Alright, so sweetheart, when a man sees the person he loves naked his manhood grows bigger and..."

"Steve! Oh my god I knew that! But I didn't know that could, literally double in size..."

"Uh... yeah. Mine does, ever since the serum."

You nodded. Before you thought he was big, bigger than anyone you had ever seen, but now... you weren't sure you could even wrap your hand around him.

"Do you want to stop?"

You shook your head, "No, I wanna keep going. I'll fit it in me no matter what, I promise."

He nodded, pushing his tip against your opening, paying close attention to your face to make sure you were okay, but you told him to keep going. He lost track of you, of everything around him, you were so damn tight and so good around him and under him, he stopped when he heard you sobbing.

"No... babygirl," he cooed hovering over you again and propping himself up on his elbows he kissed your tears away.

"It's too big..." you sniffled, ashamed of not doing literally the only thing you were supposed to do.

"That's okay, honey. I'll just stop," he said as he pulled out of you.

He looked down at his cock, which was flushed an angry red, "That looks painful," you rubbed your nose with the back of your hand.

"It is a little... but it'll go away in a bit."

"I want to make you feel good," you whined.

"You make me feel good just by existing. But... I guess there is something you can do..." he smirked, circling his palm around your wrist and bringing your hand closer to his length, "Come on, touch it, don't be so afraid, doll, it's not gonna eat you."

"Mm... okay," you held onto his length, which felt thicker, you could barely wrap your hand around him, you started pumping him in your hand, "Is this okay?" you asked him as you looked up at him.

"More than okay, honey here," he situated his cock right over your pussy, moaning out your name and telling you to keep going as his ejaculate painted your vulva.

You couldn't exactly see it, but you could feel it's warmth on your skin and you were surprised with just how much of it there was. "Can I have a taste please?" You asked after he was done.

His chest was heaving, golden strands kissing his sweaty forehead, "Since you said please," he said, collected some of your slick mixed with his on his fingers and letting you suck on them.

"It's yummy, daddy," you moaned around his digits.

"Don't worry, doll, next time I'll come in your mouth. And you'll be a good girl and swallow all of it."

You nodded, laying back on the mattress and making grabby hands at him to ask him to cuddle you. He only shook his head and chuckled at you.

"You didn't think we were done, did you?" he said as he hoisted your hips up, closer to his mouth, his tongue licking a strip up your slit as he kept looking at you, "I'll have to return the favor."

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Hellooo i'd like to take part in the event.

Dialog 19 with Kuroo Tetsurou pls✨

MO <3 thank you so much for requesting, and I'm so sorry that this is so late!

Kuroo Tetsurou + dialogue #19 “That tree is not going to fit…” “I knew it wouldn’t fit.” + SFW

“Tetsu…” you begin, knowing this wasn’t going to end well.

“Don’t worry babe, it’ll fit!” he insists.

To your nosy neighbors, this conversation sounded entirely wrong, which explains the look you both get from the stuck up, rich, housewife from the apartment suite next door, when you both head out for work.

You scoff and roll your eyes, pinching your fiancé in the side when he smirks at the woman. What was the point of owning such an expensive, fancy apartment if you could still hear through the walls?

You look at him as you stop by your car in the lot, “That tree is not going to fit…” you say again, sighing at his unbothered expression.

“I think it’s going to look amazing in our living room,” Tetsurou tells you as he kisses you goodbye and you both go into your separate vehicles for work.

Kuroo grins triumphantly at the massive tree in the conference room at his office. He sizes it up, as he has been since it arrived there.

“Hmm…yeah, it’ll fit…I thinkm” he muses to himself.

One of his subordinates gives him a side glance but says nothing.

The tree was meant to be for the office but since the boss decided they got a bigger and nicer one, this one was to be thrown out. However, Kuroo, despite having more than enough money to buy his own tree, like you’d asked him to, decided that he was going to take this one. It was perfect in his opinion, tall and magnificent, why let it be thrown out? He couldn’t wait to get it home and decorate it, have it standing proudly in your living room.

What he hadn’t thought about was how he was going to transport it from the office to your home. Which is how four of his subordinates find themselves wrangling the giant tree down twenty-six flights of stairs, since it couldn’t fit in the elevator, no matter which way they turned it.

Tying it to the hood of his car proved to be even more stressful than having hoarded the tree down all those stairs, and eventually even his subordinates gave up and left him floundering in the garage.

A scream leaves your mouth even before you can assess the situation when you step foot in the genkan and almost topple over after stepping on a rather large bauble. You manage to steady yourself by holding on to the shoe rack, breathing heavily.

There’s some noise, a clear scuffle, and a few choice curse words before your fiancé comes barreling towards the entrance of your apartment.

“Babe, are you okay?!”

He’s out of breath, and you’re ready to give him a piece of your mind until you look up at him and see the silver tinsel tangled in his hair, and the glitter dust stuck to his face, blinking lightd draw your eyes down to his hands that are wrapped in strings of Christmas tree lights.

You clear your throat, struggling to put on a serious, angry face.

“How exactly were you going to help me with your hands…occupied?” you ask, eyebrow raised.

Kuroo falters for a moment, “I, uh, well, I mean I would’ve found a way,” he gives you a nervous smile.

You shake your head and grab the bauble on the floor as you take your shoes off, heading straight for the living room with Kuroo hot on your heels.

“Y/n, before you say anything—”

“I knew it wouldn’t fit,” you stop short upon the entrance to your living room, making him almost run into you.

The tree was an absolute…eyesore.

light

It was the literal elephant in the room.

Huge and standing in one corner, obscuring a good third of your big screen tv in the middle of the room, and last but definitely not least…the tip was bent being too tall for your ceiling.

It was truly a sight to behold.

“Well, technically, it does fit,” Kuroo offers sheepishly at your distressed expression.

You cringe, then turn to look at him, “Well it’s not like we can do much right now anyway, Christmas is in three days, let’s at least try to make this ugly thing look a little nice,” you tease.

You hear him audibly sigh in relief and can’t help but laugh and tip toe to kiss his cheek.

“Also, we have red and gold baubles…colourful lights…and who even uses tinsel anymore?” you ask.

Kuroo shrugs innocently, “We have 2 more hours before the stores close…”

“Let’s go!” you grab your bag and his hand and make a dash for the door.

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Y/N L/N AND THE HALFBLOODS

Percy Jackson X Reader

-Y/N L/N met Percy Jackson and everything is now ruined.

Chapter 22: Then It Ended

As soon as we came, Annabeth ang Grover tackled me. We were the first heroes to return alive to Half-Blood Hill since Luke, so of course everybody treated us as if we'd won some reality-TV contest. According to camp tradition, we wore laurel wreaths to a big feast prepared in our honor, then led a procession down to the bonfire, where we got to burn the burial shrouds our cabins had made for us in our absence.

Annabeth's shroud was so beautiful—gray silk with embroidered owls— Percy told her it seemed a shame not to bury her in it. She punched him and told him to shut up. Percy being the son of Poseidon, he didn't have any cabin mates, so the Ares cabin had volunteered to make his shroud. They'd taken an old bedsheet and painted smiley faces with X'ed-out eyes around the border, and the word LOSER painted really big in the middle.

As I was still unclaimed, Hermes cabin had made me one. (Just... IDK go crazy with your shroud IG) It was fun to burn. As Apollo's cabin led the sing-along and passed out s'mores, Percy and I was surrounded by my Hermes cabinmates, Annabeth's friends from Athena, and Grover's satyr buddies, who were admiring the brand-new searcher's license he'd received from the Council of Cloven Elders. The council had called Grover's performance on the quest "Brave to the point of indigestion. Horns-and-whiskers above anything we have seen in the past." The only ones not in a party mood were Clarisse and her cabinmates, whose poisonous looks told me they'd never forgive us for disgracing their dad. That was okay with me. Even Dionysus's welcome-home speech wasn't enough to dampen my spirits. "Yes, yes, so the little brats didn't get themselves killed and now they'll have an even bigger head. Well, huzzah for that. In other announcements, there will be no canoe races this Saturday...." Going back to the cabin I finally had time to talk to Luke. Who just expressed his relief of me being fine, and how he was scared when Annabeth told everyone about me. No wonder everyone was so shocked seeing me come back with Percy. On the Fourth of July, the whole camp gathered at the beach for a fireworks display by cabin nine. Being Hephaestus's kids, they weren't going to settle for a few lame red-white-and-blue explosions. They'd anchored a barge offshore and loaded it with rockets the size of Patriot missiles. According to Annabeth, who'd seen the show before, the blasts would be sequenced so tightly they'd look like frames of animation across the sky. The finale was supposed to be a couple of hundred-foot-tall Spartan warriors who would crackle to life above the ocean, fight a battle, then explode into a million colors. As Annabeth, Percy and I were spreading a picnic blanket, Grover showed up to tell us good-bye. He was dressed in his usual jeans and T-shirt and sneakers, but in the last few weeks he'd started to look older, almost high-school age. His goatee had gotten thicker. He'd put on weight. His horns had grown at least an inch, so he now had to wear his rasta cap all the time to pass as human. "I'm off," he said. "I just came to say ... well, you know." I tried to feel happy for him. After all, it wasn't every day a satyr got permission to go look for the great god Pan. But it was hard saying good-bye. I'd only known Grover a year, yet he was my oldest friend. Annabeth and I gave him a hug. She told him to keep his fake feet on. I asked him where he was going to search first. "Kind of a secret," he said, looking embarrassed. "I wish you could come with me, guys, but humans and Pan ..." "We understand," Annabeth said. "You got enough tin cans for the trip?" "Yeah." "And you remembered your reed pipes?" "Jeez, Annabeth," he grumbled. "You're like an old mama goat." But he didn't really sound annoyed. He gripped his walking stick and slung a backpack over his shoulder. He looked like any hitchhiker you might see on an American highway. "Well," he said, "wish me luck." He gave Annabeth and I another hug. He clapped Percy on the shoulder, then headed back through the dunes. Fireworks exploded to life overhead: Hercules killing the Nemean lion, Artemis chasing the boar, George Washington (who, by the way, was a son of Athena) crossing the Delaware. "Hey, Grover," Percy called. He turned at the edge of the woods. "Wherever you're going—I hope they make good enchiladas." Grover grinned, and then he was gone, the trees closing around him. "We'll see him again," Annabeth said. July passed. I spent my daysplanning out strategies with Luke for capture-the-flag and making alliances with the other cabins to keep the banner out of Ares's hands. I got to the top of the climbing wall for the first time without getting scorched by lava. From time to time, Percy and I would walk past the Big House, he'd glance up at the attic windows, and think about the Oracle.

I tried to convince him that its prophecy had come to completion. "You shall go west, and face the god who has turned." "Been there, done that—even though the traitor god had turned out to be Ares rather than Hades." "You shall find what was stolen, and see it safe returned." "Check. One master bolt delivered. One helm of darkness back on Hades." "You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend." Percy recited. "Ares had pretended to be our friend, then betrayed us. That must be what the Oracle meant.... Or maybe Nereid?"

"And you shall fail to save what matters most, in the end." He sighed. "I had failed to save my mom and lost you..."

"So why are you still uneasy?" The last night of the summer session came all too quickly. The campers had one last meal together. We burned part of our dinner for the gods. At the bonfire, the senior counselors awarded the end-of-summer beads. Percy and I got our own leather necklace, and when I saw the bead for my first summer. The design was pitch black, with a sea-green trident shimmering in the center.

"This is so beautiful..." I smiled to Percy. "The choice was unanimous," Luke announced. "This bead commemorates the first Son of the Sea God at this camp, and the quest he undertook into the darkest part of the Underworld to stop a war!" The entire camp got to their feet and cheered. Even Ares's cabin felt obliged to stand. Athena's cabin steered Annabeth to the front so she could share in the applause. I'm not sure I'd ever felt as happy or sad as I did at that moment. I'd finally found a family, people who cared about me and thought I'd done something right. And in the morning, most of them would be leaving for the year. * * * The next morning, Luke called me. He gave me a paper, telling me to fill it out, and asked me to meet him as soon as I could. I knew Dionysus must've filled it out, because he stubbornly insisted on getting my name wrong: Dear (WRONG NAME) , If you intend to stay at Camp Half-Blood year-round, you must inform the Big House by noon today. If you do not announce your intentions, we will assume you have vacated your cabin or died a horrible death. Cleaning harpies will begin work at sundown. They will be authorized to eat any unregistered campers. All personal articles left behind will be incinerated in the lava pit. Have a nice day! Mr. D (Dionysus) Camp Director, Olympian Council #12 That's another thing about ADHD. Deadlines just aren't real to me until I'm staring one in the face. Summer was over, and I still don't know what to do. I had no where to go to. The only option I had was Percy's or maybe Hades was not joking about inviting me back to the Underworld. Sighing I decided to just meet Luke before filling it for second opinions. The campgrounds were mostly deserted, shimmering in the August heat. All the campers were in their cabins packing up, or running around with brooms and mops, getting ready for final inspection. Argus was helping some of the Aphrodite kids haul their Gucci suitcases and makeup kits over the hill, where the camp's shuttle bus would be waiting to take them to the airport. I was walking around looking for Luke. I jumped when I felt someone tap me from behind. I instinctively unsheathed my knife and turned only to see Luke with his hands raised.

"Whoa! Calm down just me." He laughed.

"Kinda weird seeing someone laugh at a knife pointed at them." I smirked sheathing my knife.

"I only laugh since its you." He smiled and ruffled my hair. "Are you done with everything?"

"Not really. I don't know whether to leave or not yet. That's why I came. Help me?" I asked him.

He turned to me and to the forest. "How about you hear me out about something... important and private... then decide?" He gestured towards the forest.

"Not planning on killing me are you?" I squinted at him.

He gasped. "Not you. Never. I would never hurt you."

I let him lead me to a shrouded area of the forest.

"How serious is this thing that you can't let anyone see? I am blindly trusting you here Luke." I laughed nervously. But when he didn't reply I felt something was off. "Luke, okay this isn't cool. How deep into the forest do we have to go?"

"Y/N remember when you said... You want to be the person I trust...? How you promised to help me?"

"Luke?" He took my hand and pulled me sharply. I winced at how hard he pulled me. "That hurts! Let me go!"

He snapped back and let go of my wrist. "I-I'm sorry... Y/N..."

As much as I knew I had to leave, I couldn't I was worried about him. I reluctantly placed a hand on his shoulder. "What's happening?"

"I did it..." I said and sat on the ground. "I swear I didn't mean to get you hurt. But, I confess to everything. I  stole bolt and helm, I summoned the hound, I gave Percy the cursed shoes... And just now, I tried to kill Percy Jackson." He looked at me with empty eyes.

I shot up and looked at him in emotions I couldn't put in words. "W-Wh---" I wanted to leave and check on Percy. But once again, seeing him right now... I need to stay with him. "Why are you telling me this...?"

"Join me... please?" his voice was weak. He sounded vulnerable. "Let's serve my Lord together..."

"L-Luke... no. I-I can't do that!" I took his shoulder, "Y-You should stay with me instead. How about that, huh? L-Let's explain to Chiron and the others... come on please. I could help you!"

Nothing was working.

"Come with me..." He muttered.

"Luke, I won't join you. You have to change your mind. You can't do this."

"I can't change my mind."

"I can help you with that? How about you go with me huh? I could spend all my time doing this and that. Please, just change your mind."

He didn't reply for a while until he whispered, "Promise me."

"Promise you what?"

"You'll stay with me."

"What? Luke I wo--"

"You won't join... Just...don't stay here for the year... and stay with me."

"I-If I stay with you... what would that mean?"

"Yo-You... might change my mind."

"I'll go." I replied with no hesitation. "I'll leave camp for the year. And I'll find my parent to prove to you that Gods and Goddess aren't all bad. We'll find my parent together."

"I do my lord's bidding--"

"You can still do it. If you want to. But whatever happens... stays only between us. I'll stay with you until I change your mind. And I'll bring you back to camp."

"I would never do anything to ruin your trust in me." He knelt down. It was kinda awkward but hey... "I need you."

Worry not hero. We shall stay.

"Please..."

We'll meet again. Wait for us, we shall join you soon. Now leave.

I had no idea what happened since when I came to Luke was gone and there was no sign of him anywhere. How were we going to st---

We will meet him once we leave. Now go as our hero needs us.

I suddenly remembered Percy's state that Luke had told me about. So I ran. I ran to the Big House

***

Percy finally opened his eyes. He was propped up in bed in the sickroom of the Big House, his right hand bandaged like a club. Argus stood guard in the corner. Annabeth and I sat next to Percy, I was holding his nectar glass and she was dabbing a washcloth on his forehead.

"Here we are again," Percy said. "You idiot," Annabeth said, "You were green and turning gray when we found you. If it weren't for Chiron's healing..." "Now, now," Chiron's voice said. "Percy's constitution deserves some of the credit." He was sitting near the foot of the bed in human form. His lower half was magically compacted into the wheelchair, his upper half dressed in a coat and tie. He smiled, but his face looked weary and pale, the way it did when he'd been up all night grading Latin papers. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "Like my insides have been frozen, then microwaved." "Apt, considering that was pit scorpion venom. Now you must tell me, if you can, exactly what happened." Between sips of nectar, he told them the story.

I bit my lip trying to keep what happened between Luke and I private. It was a risky move that would not be approved by anyone after all. The room was quiet for a long time. "I can't believe that Luke..." Annabeth's voice faltered. Her expression turned angry and sad. "Yes. Yes, I can believe it. May the gods curse him.... He was never the same after his quest."

Percy was looking at me as if checking what was my reaction to his story. "This must be reported to Olympus," Chiron murmured. "I will go at once." "Luke is out there right now," Percy said. "I have to go after him." Chiron shook his head. "No, Percy. The gods—" "Won't even talk about Kronos," Percy snapped. "Zeus declared the matter closed!" "Percy, I know this is hard. But you must not rush out for vengeance. You aren't ready." "Chiron... your prophecy from the Oracle... it was about Kronos, wasn't it? Was I in it? Y/N? And Annabeth?" Chiron glanced nervously at the ceiling. "Percy, it isn't my place—" "You've been ordered not to talk to me about it, haven't you?" His eyes were sympathetic, but sad. "You will be a great hero, child. I will do my best to prepare you. But if I'm right about the path ahead of you..." Thunder boomed overhead, rattling the windows. "All right!" Chiron shouted. "Fine!" He sighed in frustration. "The gods have their reasons, Percy. Knowing too much of your future is never a good thing." "We can't just sit back and do nothing," He said. "We will not sit back," Chiron promised. "But you must be careful. Kronos wants you to come unraveled. He wants your life disrupted, your thoughts clouded with fear and anger. Do not give him what he wants. Train patiently. Your time will come." "Assuming I live that long." Chiron put his hand on Percy's ankle. "You'll have to trust me, Percy. You will live. But first you must decide your path for the coming year. I cannot tell you the right choice...." I got the feeling that he had a very definite opinion, and it was taking all his willpower not to advise me. "But you must decide whether to stay at Camp Half-Blood year-round, or return to the mortal world for seventh grade and be a summer camper. Think on that. When I get back from Olympus, you must tell me your decision." "I'll be back as soon as I can," Chiron promised. "Argus will watch over you." He glanced at Annabeth. "Oh, and, my dear... whenever you're ready, they're here." "Who's here?" Percy asked. Nobody answered. Chiron rolled himself out of the room. I heard the wheels of his chair clunk carefully down the front steps, two at a time. Annabeth studied the floor. "What's wrong?" Percy asked her. "Nothing. I ... just took your advice about something. You ... um ... need anything?" "Yeah. Help me up. I want to go outside." "Percy, that isn't a good idea." Percy slid his legs out of bed. Annabeth and I caught him before he could crumple to the floor.

I said, "I told you ..." "I'm fine," He insisted.

He managed a step forward. Then another, still leaning heavily on me. Argus followed us outside, but he kept his distance. By the time we reached the porch, his face was beaded with sweat. But we had managed to make it all the way to the railing. It was dusk. The camp looked completely deserted. The cabins were dark and the volleyball pit silent. No canoes cut the surface of the lake. Beyond the woods and the strawberry fields, the Long Island Sound glittered in the last light of the sun. "What are you going to do?" Annabeth asked us. "I don't know." Percy replied. "I got the feeling Chiron wanted me to stay year-round, to put in more individual training time, but I'm not sure that's what I want. I also don't want to leave you both with Clarisse only." Annabeth pursed her lips, then said quietly, "I'm going home for the year, Percy." He stared at her. "You mean, to your dad's?" She pointed toward the crest of Half-Blood Hill. Next to Thalia's pine tree, at the very edge of the camp's magical boundaries, a family stood silhouetted—two little children, a woman, and a tall man with blond hair. They seemed to be waiting. The man was holding a backpack that looked like the one Annabeth had gotten from Waterland in Denver. "I wrote him a letter when we got back," Annabeth said. "Just like you suggested. I told him... I was sorry. I'd come home for the school year if he still wanted me. He wrote back immediately. We decided... we'd give it another try." "That took guts." She pursed her lips. "You won't try anything stupid during the school year, will you? At least ... not without sending me an Iris-message? Both of you?" Percy managed a smile. "I won't go looking for trouble. I usually don't have to."

"You already know my plans."

"When I get back next summer," she said, "we'll hunt down Luke. We'll ask for a quest, but if we don't get approval, we'll sneak off and do it anyway. Agreed?" "Sounds like a plan worthy of Athena."

She held out her hand. Percy shook it. She gave me a hug. "Take care, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth told Percy. "Keep your eyes open."

"You too, Wise Girl."

Then turned to me, "Good luck on your own quest Droopy."

"Of course Peabody." We watched her walk up the hill and join her family. She gave her father an awkward hug and looked back at the valley one last time. She touched Thalia's pine tree, then allowed herself to be lead over the crest and into the mortal world. "I made my decision." Percy said. "What's yours?"

"I'll be leaving camp... I'm going to look for my parent..." He looked at me in shock. "I'll be back next summer," I promised him. "I'll survive until then."

"Alone?"

I smiled at him.

"Don't you want to stay with us? Mom said---"

"I want to find my parent. I need to. I'll be fine Percy."

I helped Percy to his cabin so he could pack and went to mine. To my surprise I see a middle-aged man with an athletic figure slim and fit with salt-and-pepper hair, and a very familiar sly grin. He had bags at his foot.

"Delivery for Y/N L/N."

"Uhm..."

"Hermes." He said.

I froze and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Personally packed. As a thank you for what you're about to do." He smiled softly and handed me the bags.

"H-Huh...?"

"For helping Luke."

"I..."

Don't forget her mail!

Ooh! And tell her to bring us snacks next time we meet since it'll be often now!

No it wouldn't be often! She'll be with Luke!

"Both of you keep quiet." Pulling out a mail he handed it to me. "Luke... prayed to me telling me about your plan. He asked me to help you. I don't know what or why he did it. But I know he'll change thanks to you. So do guide him."

"Sorry you lost me at the talking air..." I blinked.

Hermes laughed and showed a caduceus. "It's just George and Martha."

"Hi?"

Hello!

Hi

"I just wanted to let you know. No god or goddess could see you. No matter how hard they tried. So your secrets.. are really secrets. Good luck on your travel."

Next time we meet you should have snacks.

Then he vanished.

Staring at the letter on my hand, I was stunned seeing it was from... my mom and dad.

Sweetie,

You've made quite a friend here.

-Mom and Dad.

I immediately knew where to look. I hurriedly took my bags not bothering to check the contents. I ran to Percy's cabin and helped him out so we could leave.

Percy got a cab and looked at me worriedly.

"I'll write you. Stay safe Arthur Curry." I ruffled his hair and watched him go.

I didn't know where to go so I just went to the first secluded area I saw.

"You have more stuffs than when you arrived." I heard someone behind me.

"You prayed to your dad. I hope he knows how to pack." I sighed turning to him. Turning around I barely made out Luke from the few days I last saw him. "You okay?"

"Do you know where to look first?"

Call upon our hound.

I whistled, I don't know why. But when I did, D/N came out of the blue. Luke looked at me and my dear dog, who was probably bigger than the hound he'd summon back then. "How do feel about L.A?" I said riding on D/N and making space behind me for Luke.

~~~END OF BOOK 1~~~

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FRUITS BASKET S3 EPISODE 8 RECAP AKA THE KYORU CHRONICLES PART 2 (plus a quick recap of eps 3-7)

aaaaaaAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!! I gotta get it out of me otherwise I won't be able to concentrate on work and I will be scrolling through the tag till the day I die. Everything from episode 3 of Season 3 literally hit me like an avalanche - literally cos I marathoned 3-7 over the weekend which I wouldn't advise unless you want an accelerated heartbeat - and I'm starting to realise... maybe I just wasn't ready for season 3. Despite asking for it, haha. Not gonna put as many screencaps for this one cos tumblr editing bay be trippin and I just don't have time nor emotional energy to be fighting with the picture uploads, sorry lol

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Episodes 3 - 7

I spoke before about how (despite my feelings about the characters) the English dub VAs for Akito and Shigure pair up really well audibly. And I think I feel the same way about both Yuki and Machi's English VAs! They both have the same soft spoken yet scratchy element to their voices almost like they are holding slightly back. Although, I'd argue that Yuki has been losing the element of slightly holding back as the anime has gone on which I wonder if the same would be included for Machi's performance?

I really like the presentation of Machi's trauma through her family's expectations to be perfect and how physical it is? How Yuki kind of encourages her to let it out in a healthy way? (Btw the whole chalk breaking scene in the meeting was SO FUCKING SMOOTH. YUKI IS A NERD BUT HE IS SO EFFORTLESSLY COOL A LOT OF THE TIME)

The age gap between Isuzu and Haru for sure isn't the worst age gap in this anime/manga but it's still a bit... hmm...

Episode 4:

In all seriousness, I know Akito deserves some sympathy but it doesn't change the fact that I still see her as a villain. Hurt people hurt people but it doesn't mean they should get away with it, I was honestly pleased Haru got that big confrontation with Akito to tell her WHAT'S WHAT but it was also somewhat... merciful?

Hiro's growth has been so beautiful to see, him realising there are bigger things than him from the event with Rin to his relationship with Kisa to then the birth of his little sister.

Kureno choosing to get his hands a little dirtier and paying the ultimate price for it (as far as we know so far in the anime lol) was great, he is the moon side of Tohru's sunshine.

Shigure... I still don't really get him and Akito's relationship. It's clear he's waiting for Akito to grow the fuck up but at the same time he's not creating an environment for her to grow and develop. He's decided to go with the 'tough love' route which I'm still deciding whether I like it or not tbh. Sometimes it feels necessary, at other times it feels shitty. I respect that he knows he's a scumbag and I don't deny that there are people out there who take revelry in the fact that they are awful but at the same time, him remaining unchanging despite everything feels... unrealistic. But considering throughout this story he doesn't seem affected by trauma, it's understandable, I guess?

Also... that scene where Shigure ponders about whether he should've been with Tohru is THE creepiest creeper shit he's EVER done in this series. No. 🙅🏾‍♀️

Momiji is best bunny boi regardless of how tall and 'manly' he becomes. 🐰His scene with Akito was so authentically him and he really did that shit. We love him. <3

I love the way that the curse breaking should (on surface) be a happy event considering all the trauma the zodiac went through because of it but it's presented mostly as loss as well as happiness. It's the realness of getting out of a bad relationship

Shigure basically laying it out to Tohru how Kyo means nothing in a very taunting way was an excellently painful scene and I choose violence. It was heartbreaking seeing how worthless they all saw Kyo compared to how Tohru saw him but... by this point I was just living in the pain so 🤷🏾‍♀️

The story visually showing how Isuzu is more willing to be soft after her whole ordeal through her fashion choices (e.g. the pastels, the cardigans) was really nice. And Haru being happy about Isuzu making friends with Tohru was cute!

It was nice we saw that Kazuma was still wary about whether Tohru loved Kyo for the right reasons, you'd assume after everything Kazuma would love Tohru as a match for Kyo but he's so emotionally intelligent and also just a protective Dad! Yay, good parenting!

Tohru's confession to loving Kyo was amazing however I still adore Kyo's confession a little bit more. Just a bit. Lol. However, if you add the moment later in episode 8 it trumps it completely. Ethereal goddess.

Kyo and Tohru's grandfather having a scene together was great and nice

Now that I think about it, I wish there was more a visual link in the story between Tohru adapting her speech to imitate her Dad and Momiji adopting his Mum's German accent. Albeit for slightly different reasons, it just adds to the unique connection Tohru and Momiji have. In short, I'm seeing this ship with my third eye now. I get it lol

I don't wanna screencap the scene where Kyo is haunted by both his deceased mother and deceased Kyoko and potentially deceased Tohru because it's the stuff of nightmares. But, it was a wonderfully done scene. You definitely understand fully and clearly why Kyo buried all of that trauma under his hatred for Yuki (I CAN'T WAIT FOR EPISODE 9, YOU GUISE!)

If Akito is a villain, Ren is the final boss. Although, with her type of villainy... I feel like I can kind of enjoy a bit more. She reminds me of a Greek God in the ways she master manipulates people and her desperation for control and power (I just read 'Mythos' by Stephen Fry, it's a great read lol)

It lowkey feels like every female character who's comfortable in expressing their sexuality in this story is punished in some way for it... this is an incomplete thought

Shigure as a child feeling like they should all be pitied is so... mature... I feel like I need more of an explanation for why Shigure is the way he is

Akito's ego death with Kureno? Amazing. I loved that she was at least aware enough to realise how Kureno had been coddling her all this time but again... doesn't excuse her crimes

But anyways...

EPISODE 8

Honestly? I really don't have much to say about this episode besides 3-5 points I wanna get out of my head. It's not a bad thing at all, it's just that there's still a lot left to play out from this 'arc' and this season in general that I wanna complete my thoughts on.

But I'll start with this:

Lol, isn't it funny?! Isn't it heart-wrenchingly funny how the relationship between Kyo and Tohru has kinda reverted back to how they were at the start of the series? The coldness of Kyo at the beginning of this episode (and throughout) was a bit of a gut punch considering all the light and fluffy moments that we've gotten between the two since the True Form arc.

Talking about the True Form arc, I feel like this episode is somewhat a repeat of the same emotions, same trials of the True Form arc. Kyo still 'runs away like he always has' but this time we get him being the most honest and confrontational with his own emotions and trauma than he ever has been during the course of this whole story. While trusting someone (Tohru specifically) for the first time with the whole truth of his story! He always seems to move one step forward and then three steps backwards and while it's a tad bit frustrating, it feels very... real. I'll probably complete my feelings how this arc reflects the True Form arc when we finish this section of the story in future episode(s).

Considering the fact that 80% of this episode is Jerry Jewell monologuing as Kyo and I never got bored really just sells his performance. Kyo was being incredibly cold this episode and yet the range of emotions through his performance made it feel understandable enough for you to empathise with it.

BrattyKid!Kyo to lighten the mood 😹I still wish he and Hiro had more of a relationship, I feel like they could have taught each other a lot. Well... mostly Kyo teaching Hiro tbh

Kyo rejecting Kyoka for her honesty and kindness and then later rejecting Tohru? Oh... kid...

Wow, I felt so good about that whole episode of Kid!Yuki helping Kid!Tohru get home and then it's slightly soured knowing KID!KYO was running about the streets alllll night into the morning?!?! I really did feel Kyo's frustration at not getting that win to actually do something right. And the irony of that being linked to him being unable to save Kyoka from the oncoming car?

Honestly, I don't know what my feelings are on Kyo being unable to save Kyoka. I don't even know what my feelings are on Tohru pretty much pushing that aside in favour of her feelings for Kyo. It's... complicated and I've been mulling it over in my head for the last 10+ years hahah However, if I was in Tohru's position I think I'd eventually come to a point where it feels like it's too late to really do anything about how bad I'd feel about it. Kyo's intentions weren't horrid, if anything he was just being a scared kid and he's allowed to be that. I just wish Tohru had a bit more time to evaluate it but considering she knew her mother well and assumes that wouldn't have been the full scope of what she had said, I don't have much of a problem with it in general

Lol, I love when Tohru gets a 'FUCK YOU, I LOVE YOU' moment with Kyo. 😂Another reflected scene from the True Form arc... only thing is that this time... it doesn't quite work. 😕

(Again, I love how all of these reflections are resolved in later occurences in response to the duality but I'll get to it next week when it shows hopefully)

Laura Bailey only had a few sentences in this episode but she killed it as always. Comparing her performance in 2001 to now is just... growth!

Ok, so Yuki automatically gets Best Boi in this episode for meddling and chasing after KYO of all people. Showing how he's personally done with hating Kyo. Realising Kyo is pretty much the only person who'll make his mother happy. I think he also lowkey wants to understand Kyo? But, we'll get to that next week.

....Oh yeah, Akito is there.

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In total, I liked this episode even though it has me anxious for the next one. We finally get the full picture of why Kyo is the way he is! Ahhhh - a weight off all our chests, I'm sure. I kinda don't like that they put the ending theme at the end of these episodes - the joyfulness doesn't really match up with the intense theme? But, that's just a minor gripe. And hey, maybe they just want the audience to know... it's all gonna be okay :)

See you next week!!!

[wann-der-lusst]

Those Stars

By: Euchelle Aranzanso

The sound of an approaching car. Orion, 24, barefoot and in his bathing suit, is in the process of moving his clothes from his room. A cramped storage room somehow refurbished into a single bedroom. Natalia, a girl of about his same age, is lying on the bed. It is obvious both have been on it together. Orion goes to the window and looks down. A car pulls up below, blowing up clouds of dust, and stops at the villa's main entrance. A tall young man steps out of the car, wearing a billowy bright blue shirt with a wide open collar, and a golden necklace. This is MAGNUS, 27.

Leo, the gardener and handyman, appears below followed by CASPIAN is the fifties, distinguished, vigorous. CELESTE, his wife, is in her mid forties. Caspian gave a warm welcome to magnus ``welcome! Oh, my you are much bigger than your picture!. Celeste, where's Orion?. I'd better go down," orion, said to natalia".

At the end of the stairs Orion sees Magnus being walked to his dad Caspian's study. Magnus' suitcase and backpack lie gestures towards them. Help bring Magnus things up to your room, " Celeste said to Orion". Orion enters his father's studio. Magnus, sitting on the sofa, is having a glass of fresh water. Even if exhausted by the heat, he remains elegant and somewhat iconi. Caspian introduced the two formally.

Orion, Magnus. Magnus, Orion. They shake hands. They both greet each other by hi and hello. Make yourself at home. Our home is your house. Caspian said.

They head up the stairs together and Orion lunges for the heavy suitcase, while Magnus takes the backpack. Orion "my room is now your room. I'll be next door. They meet Natalia coming down. More Introductions in the middle of the stairs. She kisses Magnus both cheeks. Magnus is curious about her and looks back as he continues up. She looks back after he does. They enter Orion's bedroom. Magnus drops his backpack and crashes on the bed, exhausted. Orion lays the suitcase next to the bed. We're sharing the bathroom. It's my only way out. But Magnus is not listening, he has already fallen asleep. Orion walks out and closes the door that separates their two rooms.

The following day. Magnus is coming down the stairs. Not knowing where to go, he listens for the Caspian's voices until he sees, through a corridor, the kitchen. Just beyond it, outside in the garden, he can see the family having breakfast.

Magnus comes out and sits down, watching how Orion expertly cracks hks soft boiled egg shell, then he also attempts to do the same, but only a tiny bit of the shell is pierced, so he pretends to busy himself with his coffee and pushes the egg away from him. Orion, has been trying not to stare at their guest and is concentrating on spreading honey on a piece of bread, now lifts his head and speaks, growing unnaturally loud. I can show you around. Orion said to Magnus. And he answered, "Good. Are we far from the town? I need to open a bank account. None of our residents has ever had a local bank account. Caspian said to Magnus. Orion turns in his seat to get a better view of Magnus, who is sitting beside him.

Meanwhile, Orion is on his bed, still dressed. He cannot sleep. He hears a noise outside and quickly strips off his clothes, putting on his pajama bottoms. But no one comes, there are no sounds on the stairs or activity in the other room next to him. Magnus arrives on his scooter from the town, wearing the blue bathing suit and blue billowy shirt he had when he first arrived. Orion is on his bed wearing only boxer shorts. His s right hand is down inside his shorts. He starts touching himself. All of the sudden footsteps outside his door. Magnus, shirtless, enters the room from the bathroom. Orion quickly pulls his hand from his boxers with a jerking movement as if caught in an embarrassing position. Magnus asked Orion, "why aren't you with the others at the river? Orion is speechless, out of breath, says. I'm… I'm busy right reading this novel. Wow! You also read that book. Magnus said. The book is entitled five people you will meet in heaven. Want to.go for a swim? Just the two of us? Magnus asked. Orion is still out of breath. Later, maybe. Magnus grabbed Orion's hand and said "let's go now. When Magnus grabs Orion hand Orion turns on his side facing the wall, away from Magnus, to prevent him from seeing his face but in his movement is also a slight tugging which could have pulled Magnus down on the bed.

Another day. Orion is sitting at his usual table under grapes tree writing his diary, the wind is moving the leaves of the tree then he puts the open diary on the top of the table and goes into the bathroom to pee, shutting the door behind him. He anxiously thought it was too hard when I told him I thought he hated me. Orion goes back inside and up the stairs very quietly and along the corridor he shares with Magnus. He approaches Magnus' door like a detective looking for clues. The lights suddenly all go out in the house. The music from a long playing record old radio box dies to stop. There is a shout in the kitchen. Orion, I'd never have the courage to ask such a question. You know you can talk to us about anything? Caspian said to his son and he added. The meaning of the river flowing is not that all things are changing so that we cannot encounter them twice, but that some things stay the same only by changing. They have been sitting in near darkness. The rain beats against the window panes.

Orion shakes his head. Magnus waits for Orion to say something. He stares at him. In the silence of the moment, Orion stares back. It is the first time Orion has dared to. Stare back at Magnus openly.

Before this moment he has always cast a glance, then looked away from Magnus' steely gaze. It is as if, finally, Orion is saying to Magnus. This is who I am, this is who you are, this is what I want. You are making things very difficult for me. Magnus said to Orion.

When they take their lunch Orion suddenly feels a headache and he hasn't finished eating his food and he goes to his room to get rest. Before goes to his room Orion is in the kitchen looking for some medicine to stop his headaches.

Orion is lying in his bed hugging his pillows so tight, his head is tilted back. Magnus "Orion! Where are you? Magnus is in the corridor looking for him. Orion knocked the wall beside him. Magnus goes over to him. Was it my fault? Magnus asked. I'm a mess, aren't I? Orion said. Magnus takes Orion's feet in his hand and begins massaging them, pulling on his toes until they crack. Orion cries out in mingled pleasure and pain.

The next day. Orion walks into the fresh water and swims. Down the river is a group of his friends playing on the grass, Magnus isn't there. Orion is not unhappy. There is a rippling shaft of sunlight on the water directly towards him. He swims into it. We see that Orion is now wearing his necklace with a virgo zodiac sign pendant.

Orion reaches out to him, bursting into tears. The emotion and intensity of their intimacy finally overwhelmed him. He muffles his sobs against Magnus' shoulder. Then Orion held him close. Next day. Orion wakes up to find him alone in bed. Magnus has to go to the town for a couple of days to finalize the contraction there before he leaves. Orion asked permission to his parents if he can go to the town to be with Magnus. Celeste takes her husband's hand to say yes. Orion smiles and waves to his parents before he goes to the town. Magnus stands looking out as Orion comes up from behind him, putting his arm around Magnus' waist. They enjoyed the rest of the day, they got drunk and wasted. They didn't consciously care about their actions. They hug tightly. After several moments Orion let's go first and he holds him tighter. Magnus hugs him back as they hold each other for the last time. Letting their embrace say what words cannot.

Orion's room, in which Magnus has stayed. Alone now, Orion enters it and looks around. Everything of his has been put back, his clothes in the closet and drawers. He closes his eyes. He is glad to be back in his old room, now full of beautiful and sustaining memories of Magnus.

[ryunosukescutiepie]

The Tower || Ryunosuke Tanaka

Pairing: Ryunosuke Tanaka x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff / Fantasy

Type: Fic (1,500 words and up)

Warnings: none that I can think of

Word Count: 2,732

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The tower had always intrigued you; it was always there. It was made of white, gray stone that if you didn’t know how old the tower was you would think that it was cinder blocks. It was very tall,; at least as tall as the Empire State Building , if not taller. Part of it was obscured by ever constant clouds that just seemed out of place. It didn’t seem to be attached to any other building but there were legends. Legends that the tower led to a castle in the sky that was guarded by giants. It was only a legend but you let yourself believe. 

As you grew older, you became skeptical and you finally got the courage to climb up the tower. You wouldn’t be going alone though; your best friend, Ryunosuke Tanaka and his team mate, Yu Nishinoya, would come along to protect you from the giants, or so they claimed. Not that you would be actually climbing the side of the tower, there were stairs; you didn’t know how many flights there were, but you wanted to know and you wanted to know if there was any truth to the legends. 

If there was anyone that believed in the legends more than you did, it was Tanaka. Since the two of you were small you had always talked about climbing up the tower but  neither of you had ever been brave enough to do so until now. Nishinoya was coming along because he believed in the legend, too. 

So one morning, after the three of you ate breakfast and the boys had somehow gotten out of Volleyball practice, you made the 30 minute walk to the tower and waited for your friends to get there. You had brought along some snacks just incase you guys got hungry and the boys had brought some sort of weapon. 

As you waited, you thought about one of the legends that you had heard. 

Once Upon a Time, there was a castle where that tower now stands. A kind and compassionate prince ruled over the kingdom. But the prince soon turned evil and money hungry. The castle was filled with gold that he had taken from the townspeople. Fearful of retaliation, the prince closed off his castle and made an agreement with some giants to take his castle filled with gold into the sky. 

The prince immediately regretted his decision because he was still inside when the giants lifted his castle. When he arrived in the land above the clouds a darkness looked over him and he realized...that it was the leader of the giants. 

“You made the deal that we would raise your castle. Now give us what you owe us. Where is the Princess that will be your queen? You will rule here and you will be a good and just ruler, if you are not you will be thrown from the sky.” 

The prince was not a good ruler, and the kingdom of giants went to ruin before the princess could make anything right. The prince died as the ruler of the giants had predicted, falling out of the sky and landing amongst the very people that he had stolen from in the first place. 

Legend has it that the gold is still there and that the giants have all long since died. If anyone was brave enough to venture up to the castle then they could take some of the gold home. 

“Y/N! Are you ready to prove all of the disbelievers wrong!” You heard Tanaka yell before you actually saw him. 

“Yeah, but keep it down some. We’re trespassing...it’s an ancient monument, after all,’ you say, shushing your friend and looking to the shorter male. He looked like he was going to explode if he didn’t say something. 

“Yeah, but what if we don’t come back and the giants eat us. How will people know what happened?” Nishinoya asked. 

You frowned as you looked at him, “No one is going to die, and if there are giants, they are probably dead. And according to the legend they don’t even eat people, Nishi.” 

Tanaka frowned a little as you scolded him before wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You looked up and raised an eyebrow as he said, “Well let’s get going. If we don’t get back for evening practice, Diachi is gonna murder us.” 

You giggled slightly and pulled open the wrought iron door, which creaked loudly, the sound making you cringe. The door was heavy and it took the three of you to pull it open completely. 

A sigh left your lips as you saw all of the stairs. You were not the most athletic person, so by the time you were up the eighth flight of stairs you were out of breath and weezing.You looked up to see what seemed like endless stairs. You didn’t know how many flights there were, but Tanaka and Nishinoya were already much higher than you were. But, Tanaka appeared a moment later, a worried expression on his face as he took in you hunched over state.

“Y/N, are you alright? Are you sure that you want to go through with this?” He asked, obviously concerned for you.

But, when you looked at him and glared he backed off and nodded. He leaned down and patted your back. “Come on, Y/N let me give you a piggyback ride to the top.” 

“But you’ll get tired, Tanaka.” You tried to object. 

“What kind of man do you take me for, Y/N? No man would leave a lady in distress, now hop on.” He said and you eventually hopped onto his back. 

He did carry you up the stairs and when he finally got to the top, he was out of breath and he sat you down. “See, I am your knight in shining armor.” 

When you looked towards Nishinoya, you saw a wooden door. It wasn’t as heavy as the iron door that had led into the tower, so Nishinoya was able to open it by himself. What you saw on the other side was amazing. Clouds rolled, but as you stepped on them they were solid, almost like a bounce house. 

Tanaka looked around and he then saw the remainder of the castle. He curiously took a few more steps towards it, seeing if the clouds would hold his weight. When they did, he held out his hand to you and nodded, “It’s safe. We aren’t going to fall through. I wonder why the prince fell? Maybe because he was so greedy?” 

Nishinoya had ventured ahead of the two of you and was looking around. There were ruins of a civilization and the castle was the only thing that seemed to be in almost pristine condition. The ruins were nowhere near small; each one, though weathered away, was still as tall as a Skyscraper. They were made of what looked like oak wood and a substance that was very similar to the tower that you had climbed to get here. 

The castle itself seemed to be dwarfed by the ruins around it, you couldn’t help but wonder why it was in such pristine condition when everything surrounding it was in ruin. It was made of brick and was the equivalent to Scotland Yard in your realm. You were in awe of the beauty of the ruins and the castle. 

When you finally caught up with Nishinoya, Tanaka exclaimed, “It’s amazing!”

His voice pulled you from your daze, causing you to grip his hand tightly. His team often teased the both of you because every time they saw you, you would walk in holding his hand. It was a long standing joke that the two of you were dating. You weren’t, of course, but it was times like this that you really wished that you were because you always thought that holding his hand felt soothing. 

As you walked around in the ruins, you heard something  that sounded like very close thunder. You thought that maybe you should hide, but Tanaka didn’t think that it was anything to worry about. 

“Hey! Why are you so tiny?!” A booming voice suddenly said.

You looked up and shrieked as you were grabbed up and held in a hand the size of a minivan. 

“Hey, let her go! That is my girl- best friend!” Tanaka shouted, his face flushed in anger and embarrassment.

The giant that had picked you up was looking at you inquisitively. “You look like the tiny people in my story book! Papa says that you don’t really exist! You look like the kind princess that helped my great grandfather and the others rebuild their kingdom.” 

The giant himself looked like a little boy- a little boy that was as tall as the Eiffel Tower that you had visited one year with your parents. He had eyes that looked like sapphires and his hair was a strange shade of brown.

You glanced at Tanaka and then looked at the giant in disbelief, wondering what the adults would look like if this was actually a child.

You tried to figure out what the three of you had gotten yourselves into as you grew confused over the fact that it had stories about you. 

Nishinoya freaking out caused you to realize that he and Tanaka were being picked up and placed next to you. “Y/N! Tanaka! It’s gonna eat us!”

“Eat you? No! Giants are vegetarian! We only eat plants!” The boy giant giggled and Nishinoya calmed down almost instantly. 

“What do you mean I look like the princess?” You asked him, still confused. You thought that the princess had died shortly after the prince but maybe you were wrong. 

“Oh, well Grandpa has a picture of the princess. They had allowed her to go back down to the land of the tiny people where she got married and had children.” 

You looked at Tanaka, whose hand you had grabbed once more, and then back up at the giant to make sure that you were hearing them correctly. Everything seemed so surreal. Were you really related to the princess that helped giants? That would be amazing, but it couldn’t be real.

The giant introduced himself as Tiny, a weird name for a giant but you didn’t mention it. 

“Tiny, can I see the picture of the princess?” You asked the giant and looked at Tanaka as he wrapped his arms around you. He was keeping true to his word that he would not let anything happen to you. 

“Sure, Grandpa will like visitors. The children of the princess stopped coming long ago. The grandchildren were skeptical and didn’t believe their ancestors. That’s been over two hundred years.”

He took you to see the rest of his village, which made you realize why he was called Tiny. The adult giants towered over him, most were even bigger than the ruins. You could smell a fire and it reminded you of the smell of oak burning. 

Tiny carried the three of you to a large cottage, if you could even call it that. They were made of wood and what looked like mud for plaster. “Grandpa! It’s me Tiny! You’ll never guess what I found today!”

Another booming voice was heard, “What did you find Tiberius? I am not in the mood for games today.” 

“It’s not a game grandpa! Look, the tiny people came to visit again! I found them near the small castle!” He said as the taller giant came to get a closer look at what his grandson was holding in his hand. 

You didn’t like being called tiny, you were always called that mainly because you were shorter than all of Tanaka’s teammates and they had taken to calling you tiny at most times.

“We have names you know, you don’t have to call us the tiny people! I’m Y/N L/N, this is Ryunosuke Tanaka and Yu Nishinoya!” You said pointing to each of them as you spoke. 

The taller giant looked at you and you stared back at him, taking in his enormous features. His eyes, like the little giant, were Sapphire blue; but, his hair was white and balding. He asked you questions about the world below and you answered them as best you could, Tanaka and Nishinoya helping every now and again to add something that you had forgotten. You all didn’t seem to bother the giants, they just seemed to like the company. You talked for hours, but somehow it never got tiring and you thought (?)it was fun to talk with these giants. 

You were shown the picture of the princess after answering most of the questions that the older giant, who you came to know as Baldur, asked. When you looked at the picture, you saw that it was drawn on old parchment, and it was like looking into a mirror.

Tanaka, who was looking over your shoulder, gasped and leaned in for a closer look. “Y/N, it looks just like you!” 

“Yeah! Look they even have that little tuft of hair there.” Nishinoya pointed at a piece of hair that seemed to be sticking out of place. 

You were descended from royalty? How had you never known this? Is this why the stories always rang true with you? You had so many questions but you noticed that the sun was beginning to set and you bit your lip before saying, “We’d love to stick around longer, but the sun is about to set and, uh, we need to get home. Our parents will start to worry about us and the boys have volleyball practice.” 

“Then allow me to get you home quickly. The clouds will part for my hand and you will be back where you began. Please come visit again. It has been so long since someone new has come here.”

Baldur took you all into his hand and parted the clouds like he said he would, setting you down next to the tower.

As you looked up, you saw the hand disappear into the clouds. 

“People would think that we’re crazy if we tell them about all of this,” Tanaka said.

You shrugged. Sure, people would think that you were crazy, but it didn't matter. You couldn’t explain it, but you knew you had to go back up there again. 

“I know that, Tanaka,” you said as you looked at him. “But, what I really want to know is why you almost called me your girlfriend up there.” You look up at him with big, confused eyes. 

“I, uh, I just... I do love you. I can pretend that I don’t and that we’re just best friends, but, I want to be with you. I want to be your boyfriend.” The words seemed to fall from his mouth faster than he could say them, but he held onto your hands and looked into your eyes. 

He was so sincere and you could feel your heart beating faster and faster out of your chest. Maybe that was truly why his teammates teased the two of you. “I want to be your girlfriend, Tanaka. I have for a while now, and spending the day with you up there made me realize it even more.” 

Nishinoya, who had been uncharacteristically quiet since you got back, finally piped in, “Finally! I’ve gotta go tell the team!” 

You and Tanaka shared a look between you before he let go of one of your hands and took off running towards Karasuno High. When you arrived at the gym, you were bombarded with questions not only about you all’s  new relationship but about the giants. 

“Did you two finally kiss?” Asahi looked between you, his face was tinted red and he sounded nervous.

“How big were the giants?” Yamaguchi piped up. 

“Good going, Tanaka!” Hinata and Suga said at almost the same time.

“Don’t let him be mean to you!” Kiyoko chimed.  

Daichi nodded, “We’ll take care of it for you if he hurts you, right guys?” 

There were resounding mumbles of agreement and Tanaka pouted, looking at his captain and teammates. “Do you realize how long I’ve wanted to be with her? Why would I hurt her?” 

You giggled slightly and smiled at his teammates, “Thanks guys, but I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that.”