#but BOY I GOT HUMBLED WITH THIS EXERCISE

[mrsthunderkin]

This was so much harder than I expected it to be.

Those head turn exercises are no joke!

But it really DID help with smoothing out some style issues I've been having.

Maybe I'll do this with other characters 9v9;

[auspicioustidings]

I would love an omegaverse take wherein the omega is sort of like a honey trap deal. They're trained by some secretive branch of the SAS specifically to fuck with alphas because in a war zone an omega showing up and whining will send them all into a rut and they're actually easier to deal with then because they become so incredibly stupid. Like they will go headfirst into obvious traps to get to this omega.

Mostly because I can see alpha team 141 being totally humbled during training when they bring the omega in and it goes exactly how the higher ups said it would. They completely fuck the training exercise, lose their heads and get entirely outdone by one omega who is using their designations against them. And oh boy they are furious over it. They're traditional alphas, very much of the opinion that omegas are good for breeding and looking after kids but otherwise should just be put in a fluffy nest and left to look pretty. An omega being a trained soldier? Being one that's got the best of them? Totally unacceptable. They want to use their designations against them? Well let's see how they like it the other way around :)

[slayfics]

A girls night at Mitsuri’s house. Don’t worry your secrets are safe here.

Warnings: NSFW themes hinted at~

You arrived at Mitsuri’s doorstep feeling excited for what the night might bring. You couldn’t believe the Hashira found some downtime to plan a girl's night. You wondered what other girls she might have invited to come over. But overall you were excited to take a break from the serious work of hunting demons. 

You knocked on the door and Mitsuri threw it open almost immediately. 

“Yay! I’m so glad you made it!” She exclaimed and pulled you into a hug. “Let me show you who else came!” She said as she grabbed your hand and pulled you into the room. You saw Aoi and Kanao sitting around a table piled with deserts and tea. 

“Hi girls!” You waved.  

“Hello.” Aoi said seriously and Kanao just smiled sweetly at you. 

“Feel free to have as many desserts and tea as you want! I can always make more!” Mitsuri said as she pulled you down to sit on the floor. 

“What is our first task Miss Knaroji?” Kanon asked. 

“Hm?” Mitsuri looked confused.  

“Miss Kocho said this night was so we could all get special training from you.” Kanao explained 

“Oh right!” Mitsuri laughed. “Well actually we're just here to have a girl's night. That can be extremely refreshing for the soul you know! And Miss Kocho thought it would be a great exercise for you to express some of your feelings.”  

Kanao’s face turned white, but she kept a straight face and did not speak again. Training was something she could handle any time of day but expressing her wants and feelings was extremely challenging for her.  

“Sounds ridiculous to me. What are we supposed to be doing here anyway.” Aoi spoke. 

“Oh you know gossiping, talking about boys, the fun stuff! I’ve never had a girl's night before because I've been so busy as a Hashira. It would be nice to just be normal girls for one night. I really wanted Miss Kocho to come too but she said she had to go on a mission.” Mitsuri said. 

“Boys... you want us to sit here and talk about boys?? That seems like a waste of time. I’ve got injured demon slayers to check up on.” Aoi replied.  

“HEY! You mind your manners when talking to a Hashira! Miss Kanroji risks her life every day to keep us safe! So if on her day off she wants to talk about boys you better believe I’m going to sit here and do it, and I suggest you do too!” You spoke. Aoi seemed to be humbled by this and placed her head down. 

“Oh, it’s ok Aoi I understand. You don’t have to be here if you don’t want to.” Mitsuri said, looking hurt. 

“No I want to be here, I apologize.” Aoi said grabbing some tea off the table. “Please continue.” 

“Well tell me what’s been going on with you girls?” Mitsuri said and sipped some of her tea. 

Everyone was silent. No one knew how to begin or what to talk about. Being in the demon slayer corps robbed the girls of having any real childhood or adolescents, it was daunting to think what normal girls would sit and talk about. 

“Umm... I really want to play with Master Tokito’s hair.” You started bravely hoping to get some conversation started and fulfill Misturi’s dream of having a normal girls night.  

Kanao’s face got even whiter, and she started to sweat. 

“Yes! Me too! He has such beautiful hair I would love to braid it like mine one day!” Mitsuri smiled.  

“Wow that would be so cute, do you think he would let us??” You asked. 

“Hmm I don't know, maybe if we asked nicely or tricked him into thinking it was a training exercise of some sort.” Mitsuri giggled. 

Aoi and Kanao exchanged bewildered glances at each other. 

“Oh come on what boys do you two want to talk about?” You asked, turning to look at them both.

Kanao started to sweat more. 

“Miss Kocho told me a secret about you two, but I won’t share if you don't want me too.” Mitsuri teased. 

“A secret???” What secret could she have said about me?” Aoi exclaimed.  

“Well, we are all girls here and this is a safe place, so I’ll tell everyone. She said you cried SUPER hard when Inosuke got really hurt. Do you like him?” Mitsuri asked.  

 “Ooooooooo!” You said teasing Aoi. 

"WHAT?! Of course I cried I thought he was going to die!” 

“And that would have made you very sad, huh?” You nudged Aoi.  

“Why wouldn't it???” She said defensively.

“Ugh..” You exclaimed giving up. Aoi clearly wasn’t ready to admit any feelings she had for the swordsman, or maybe she hadn’t realized it herself yet.  

“Hmm I have an idea. I think we need help from some more ladies.” Mitsuri said and brought out a pen and paper. She wrote quickly then gave the letter to her crow. “Don’t worry they are trained shinobis so they will be here shortly.” 

“You invited Uzui’s wives??” You exclaimed. 

“Yeah! I think they would enjoy this too! Plus they are experienced ladies so maybe we can get some advice.” 

Before you knew it there was a knock on the door. And the three girls entered. 

“I want to know all the secrets!! What is going on?!” Suma explained bursting through the door and sitting down eagerly.  

"Well, Aoi here likes Inosuke but doesn't want to admit it.” You winked and stuck your tongue out at her. 

“WHATTTTTT? NO THAT IS NOT E-” Aoi started to protest but was cut off.  

“Aweeeeee that’s sooo sweet!” Suma said clasping her hands in front of her. "What do you like about him?” 

“Umm uh I don’t ..” She started to stutter and get flustered. Then attempted to change the subject “What do you three like about Mr. Uzui??” 

“Yeah! What is it like sharing?? No judgment but tell us please.” You asked eagerly letting Aoi off the hook for now.  

“We don’t share! He loves us equally. He always makes sure to take care of each one of us.” Makio said. 

“Awe, how does he take care of you?” Mitsuri asked innocently 

“Well he spends time with all of us, brings us gifts and he-... How old are you girls again?” Makio asked, blushing and smiling, placing her hand on her neck. 

“OOOOO! Say no more.” You laughed. “Well what about you Mitsuri. You gathered us here. What boy do you want to talk about?”  

“Oh, I don’t know.” She said instantly turning bright red. 

“What about Iguro? From what you said in our previous letters it sounds like he comes over a lot.” 

“Oh no no!” She waved her hand. “He only comes over to help me brush and feed my cats.” 

“You think a boy like that is actually coming over because he is interested in your kitties?” Hinatsuru asked curiously, tilting her head to the side.  

“Oh he’s interested in another kind of kitty alright.” Suma laughed as Makio hit her. Mitsuri turned even brighter red. 

“What do you mean?” Mitsuri asked.

“Oh it's obvious he’s totally simping for you. He’d do anything you’d say! He even gave her these socks everyone.” You spoke while pulling on Mitsuri’s green socks.  

“You really think he likes me??" She asked. 

“I know so. Bring him over right now let's play with him.” You suggested. 

“Oh no I couldn't do that!” 

“Sure you could! He’s a Hashira he can get here fast.” You protested. 

“Is he fast?” Suma asked and laughed. 

“Cut that out, they aren’t ready for that yet!” Makio said, hitting Suma again. 

“I think that poor snake boy would pass out around this many girls.” Hinatsura laughed.  

"That sounds fun I want to see!” Suma said.  

“Oh, another time another time! I really wanted this to just be a girls day!” Mitsuri explained. 

“If you brought us here for advice though, all these demon slayer boys are extremely unnerved by you girls.” Makio said.

“What do you mean?” Aoi asked. 

“Well, most only know the demon slayer corps having joined so young. Girls elude them. So, if you want our advice just walk around knowing you have quite a lot power over them and could probably get most of them to do whatever you say.”  

“I don’t get it. What would we want them to do?” Aoi asked innocently. 

“Come and find me in a few years.” Hinatsuru laughed and blushed. “But if you like one of them just go for it ok. Give them a kiss or something and watch them pass out and get a nose bleed, it'll be funny. We never know how much time we have left in our business anyway.”  

“Wow thank you Hinatsuru!” Mitsuri said still blushing a bit.  

“Hm makes sense. Alight that’s settled I'll go give Tokito a surprise kiss tomorrow. If he slashes my head off, I'll come back and haunt you though.” You said to Hinatsuru laughing.   

“Ok your turn.” Suma said turning to Kanao who was so white and sweaty that it looked like she was on the brink of passing out. 

“You don't have to share if you don’t want to.” Mitsuri said. 

“Miss Kocho thought it would be good for you to speak your mind though. Think of it like a training exercise.” You encouraged her. 

“And this is a safe space we will keep your secrets. Are there any boys you like?” Mitsuri asked.  

Kanao did not speak a word but shook her head no profusely. 

“What a liar.” Aoi said and tilted her head away. 

“WOW! Betrayed by your own sister!” Makio laughed. 

“Tell us! Tell us!” You and Suma chanted. 

Kanao opened her mouth and with the tiniest amount of breath muttered “Tanjiro...” 

“OOOOOOO!” Everyone exclaimed, even Aoi, who had finally lightened up.  

“That is soooo cute you two would make such a cute couple!” Mitsuri said clapping her hands together. 

Kanao went back to her white face and not speaking another word. 

“Aoi you and Inosuke would be super cute too!” Mitsuri said.  

“Wait, Insouke! That’s the other boy that helped Lord Tengen! He is super valiant and has some great qualities... In the tummy area.” Suma said pointing around her stomach area and laughing. Aoi’s face turned red. 

"I suppose I haven’t noticed.” She said turning away. 

“What!” Kanao exclaimed, turning to Aoi.

Everyone froze at Kanao speaking up so loudly for the first time.

“You checked on him every single day multiple times when he was already healed, and I see you eye him while he trains!” 

“WOOOOOAHHAHAHA” The other girls laughed at the feuding sisters. 

“Ok fine!” Aoi gave in. “He is an above average looking swordsman... and I am fond of him. He makes me smile. HAPPY EVERYONE??”  

“Oh I’m so proud of you!!!! That was so brave admitting your feelings!! Thank you girls, this has already been the best girl's night I could have ever hoped for!” Mitsuri said cheerfully.

[meiguicha]

Want Nothing More

Jiyan x Reader

A quiet moment away, a reunion and a revelation long foreseen

//He finally came home it only took my sanity. Very short little decently written fic, maybe OOC also some maybe spoilers for his story quest??? Also maybe I got stuff wrong idk, this isn't beta read so like eh

The greater world is often far wider than the humble confines of a small village, much less one so tucked away. Since facing an injury that rendered you almost entirely incapable of returning to the frontlines, you quietly returned to Taoyuan Vile with hefty compensation and an arm that could not even be lifted. 

Life becomes oddly quiet, with barely any danger to hold arms against nor a proper purpose back home, you take to helping in the village’s pharmacy as some way to bring order back into your daily routine. You are given more delicate work, pressing and drying herbs, sorting them for use, dealing with customers and aiding with deliveries. With the opportunity to provide, to give back, it became a sort of pride for how quick you could pick up the routine. 

It works for a while, yet with this new direction, you are gradually reminded of a certain someone from all those years ago. 

That boy who smelled like medicinal herbs and eyes like stars, whose face scrunched from displease whenever he caught a taste of bittberries in his food, the boy who certainly has found his path beyond medicine. There are times you blink and before you is not the current reality of him, but rather the little boy who somehow managed to find time to spend with you no matter his duties. 

Memories of stolen moments, of forcing him to rest after his sending condolences to grieving family, of exercising his natural medical ability. You were younger then, with limbs like sticks and hair that stuck to your face, yet that did not discourage you from doing what you could for your friend. 

You wonder how he is doing nowadays, you haven’t seen him since the day you got discharged after all. 

One can only imagine your surprise when through falling pink petals and the light breeze of the wind, he appears as he did all those years ago. Still the pillar of calm and decisiveness, he looked a tad out of place compared to the lively and enthusiastic crowd of teams. By his side was a dark haired individual, looking just a little less out of place, and when two other rangers approached them, a small huff escaped you. 

A repeat of that last game, who would have known that the general’s second game would have him recreating the circumstances of his first. If only with a few minor differences. 

By the time the revelry and chaos dies down, the sun has long since fallen beyond the horizon. Many of the villagers are still out celebrating as the tapestry of stars stretches far past what your eyes can see. Having made the venture to the great tree that stands atop the mountain, you notice a familiar form already standing there. Beneath falling petals and illuminated by the moon’s grace, that young boy of the past has become your stalwart general. 

With heavy steps, you approach him, yet stop just a few steps before his side, sitting down on the grass as you overlook the little lights of the village. He clearly notices your presence, sitting curtly, leaving an arm’s distance between your two forms. 

“I didn’t think you’d take part again,” You hum, keeping your eyes away from his as you maintain your focus ahead of you. 

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” He shakes his head, his lips move to open just the slightest, as if wishing to say more yet unable to muster the words to say so, still they close. Jiyan manages to breathe out, “It's been a while.”

You swallow, an action that seems oddly difficult, “It has.”

As you finally muster the courage to turn towards him, you notice how his gaze seems to consider your inept arm. Perhaps a few years ago, you would have despised the way he looks at it, knowing that people only look because of pity. Nonetheless, you instinctively press that arm against you, your other hand raising to hold it. 

He furrows his brow just the slightest, and in a tone so soft you must strain to hear, “I wanted to apologise for not doing more for you.”

“You’ve already done so much.” Sighing, a breath escapes you as you meet his eyes. You move closer towards him, shifting so that hand of yours, that arm that could barely lift a basket, could rest atop his arm. 

Your voice cracks just the slightest, even after all this time you never manage to thank him for everything he has done for you. The compensation was far too generous for an ordinary ranger such as yourself, the immediate and efficient care you received as rehabilitation, the bundle of Pecok flowers you would see upon every morning’s awakening. You only hoped you could give him something back in return, “An arm is just an arm, if you hadn’t acted as quick as you did, maybe I would’ve lost more than that.”

Jiyan looked no more than the young man he is, in such familiar settings and under such familiar straits. Sword straight brows and the soft quirk of his lips, he never truly changed from that young boy. Your eyes trail further down, to his squared shoulders and staunch chest, how they maintain rigid and perfect poise. 

Another sigh escapes you, “You’re not at work, won’t you at least untense your shoulders?”

“I’m sorry, there has been a lot going on and I didn’t think I’d end up staying here so long.”

“Don’t apologise,” You smile, then pat your lap with your hand. Sending him a nonplussed look, you can all but see the gears in his head, you can only laugh, “Humour me then.”

He does not move, his eyes widening just the slightest that to anyone else, they might have missed his brief moment of shock. You have not asked him to rest in such a manner for years, perhaps the last time was over a decade ago, so you do not blame him. Still, perhaps it was the nostalgia, perhaps it was the unveiling of sentiment, but a familiar sense of easiness takes over. 

“Come on, don’t tell me great and mighty General Jiyan is too good for a break?” You raise a brow, easy teasing falling from your lips. 

He is quick to deny your quip, “I never said that.” And with at first hesitancy in his very form, he finally tentatively lays his head on your lap. 

The weight brings about old memories, and old feelings. How old were you when you realised that Jiyan, friend as he is, was worth far more than that to you? How old were you when you started looking forward to his little breaks just to catch a glimpse of him? 

You loved him, of course you did. Who does not love their friends?

Yet this love of yours is one that is aged, one that has matured into contentment for what you had. Even as you spend your days in Taoyuan Vile, the little parts of him you see among the crooks and crannies of white walls and verdant greenery, it is enough for you. So even when he lays in your lap and closes his eyes as he did all those years ago, you are happy with what you have. 

“You know, when we were younger, I used to have to convince you to rest whenever we managed to get away,” More akin to reminiscing seniors, you brush away his bangs away from his face with a gentle flick. 

“Even then you were so hardworking,” You murmur. 

He responds, just as quietly as your recollection, “That should be expected, I was working even then.”

“I think it was when I saw how peaceful you looked while sleeping that I realised I liked you,” Humming, you close your eyes as the wind breezes past your cheek. 

As though realising what you said, a warm flush pools at the tips of your ears as you accidentally meet his eyes, “Ah…”

“Guess I said too much huh?” You laugh, the sound carried by the gentle wind. “Ignore me, I’m just saying things.”

In a rare moment of vulnerability, Jiyan reaches for you, his hand raised to keep you from looking away. Though he remains, those golden eyes tipped with scarlet bear an emotion you never thought he would hold. With just one look, just one action, he renders you incapable of moving to defend yourself. 

He mutters, voice tinged with just the hint of languish, “After all these years, you’re still unwilling to tell me things.”

“Would you have wanted me to tell you?” With a raised brow, you cock your head, leaning into his palm incidentally. 

“Yes.”

And that contentment, the placidity that came with the distance and time between the two of you, crumbles. For your love, a sentiment you have nurtured into something that can be tucked away, is still one that yearns for response. For his love, is one just as aged as yours, just as willing to sit in contentment and placidity. Years and years of pining that soon bred a seed of tranquillity, quietly sitting within the soil just waiting for that push to bloom. 

With a soft smile, so like that boy’s and so befitting your beloved general’s visage, he avows the second half of a confession brazenly said, “Because it was when I laid in your lap that I realised that I liked you too.”

[t1ts-4-donaldson]

Okayy what do u think something each of the three(tash art pat, individually) are secretly into.. could be sexual or not

Guilty pleasures ig

Oooo I had to think hard about this it never crossed my mind surprisingly I got carried away too NSFW:

Patrick: hate fucking for the win is generally into feral sex, ripping into each other, cussing one another out likes to antagonize you and wants the same energy back. I think he likes a brat someone to dominate until they can’t form coherent sentences “my fucked out slut” ramming his hips into your core you can barely think squeezing your mouth open and spitting on your tongue and tbh will just do it on your face smearing it across your mouth and cheek, face fucking till your choking on his dick squeezing his thighs trying not to tap out.

Patrick is aloof but adores you. I don’t think he’s ever tried to be the best boyfriend before you, strictly into one night stands and month long situationships also giving into whatever woman his parents want him to date next until he fucks them over out of spite but he wants to do better when he meets you, is in your space all the time, he’s messy, always in your space, he ends up desiring intimacy calling you late at night aching for comfort only you can provide

Art: I think he’s a sweetheart in every sense of the word, gifts and flowers before most dates, dotes on you whenever you feel like shit (massages, cuddles, will happily validate your feelings agreeing to everything you’re saying even if you’re wrong) craves pleasing you wants to be your good boy.. and I think he is kind of a switch sexually in the sense of wanting to care for his partner fulfill their needs and not feeling satisfied until they’re met but also likes to be babied wanting you to love him until he’s brought to tears.

Then the other side of the coin wanting to wreck them fucking them like no tomorrow especially when shit hits the fan, he’s on the verge of snapping after terrible tennis tournament or feels emasculated especially around Patrick and wants to be dominated he’s your dumb baby that needs to be used and humbled (breeding kink too that man wants a big family).

Tashi: hard dom all the way, you’ve seen her dictating Art she’s does the same to you, setting schedules and specific regimens for you to follow (meals you should eat, when to exercise, time to focus on your goals) insisting that she knows what’s best for you, punishments inside when you don’t reach her standards but absolutely amazing at aftercare she needs you to know how much she appreciates you even if you step out of line in her eyes. Will give you anything you want, you make a comment about how beautiful an Hermes bag is while passing the store she’s automatically buying it for you, notices you scrolling through your favorite fast food restaurant menu she already knows your order delivering it asap.

I feel like she gets off on watching you fuck someone else, controlling the entire situation who does what and when to cum. She’s possessive but isn’t opposed to group sex as long as she’s in charge

[rems-writing]

Hockey player jock mingi I beg 😭🤲🏻

She's cold hearted

》 Pairing: hockey player!Mingi x coach afab!reader 》 Trope: enemies to lovers 》 Wordcount: 3,002 words 》 Rating: 18+

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @othersideoutlawsnetwork @illusionnet

Thank you for the request @mingikuromi

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You swore to yourself that you would never sleep with anyone that you worked alongside with. You were able to keep up with your streak, until you came across this hockey team that you were the new coach of. They went by Team Z. The players consisted of Park Seonghwa, Kang Yeosang, Choi Jongho, and the bane of your existence. 

Song Mingi

Ever since you got hired, he has been doing nothing but treating you poorly. The only time he doesn’t is when you guys need to practice. Since you’re the coach, you would only put him through rigorous exercises while the others carried on as normal. The three of them joked that you would do that since you had a secret crush on him. You denied it every time. After all

Why would you like someone that was giving you hell 24/7?

For protocol purposes, you didn’t put him through anything strenuous since you didn’t want to be held liable for possibly injuring him. However, it didn’t stop you from berating him every time he messed up on something small. Your hatred for him was immeasurable. And you made sure he knew it. 

“AGAIN!”

“COACH, COME ON!”

“I DON’T CARE! DO IT AGAIN UNTIL YOU GET IT RIGHT!”

Mingi groaned in annoyance as you told him to go through the routine again despite doing it perfectly the first few times. As he readied himself, you pressed the button on the machine so the hockey pucks would start flying out and try to go inside the goal that he was guarding. He was the only one on the icy field while everyone else was taking a break. Mingi was sweating and he looked like he was slowing down. His breathing was laboured and his vision was slowly fading in and out. However, that didn’t phase you one bit. You had this mental prejudice that if someone was the star player, they needed to work twice as hard. And who was the star player of Team Z?

Mingi

“Coach, I think you should let Mingi rest for a while. He’s been at this ever since we started.”

“No can do, Jongho. If he wants to be cocky, then he needs to be humbled.”

“Coach, I think he’s on the verge of passing out…”

That alarmed you. You turned away from Jongho momentarily to see Mingi bending on one knee and breathing heavily. However, instead of giving him a break, you barked out another order. 

“GET UP, SONG! WE’RE NOT DONE YET!”

Jongho’s eyes grew wide and he set down his water for a moment before skating over to Mingi. Before you could stop him, Yeosang stopped you and glared at you angrily before putting a hand up. 

“Seonghwa wants to talk to you, coach.”

You winced internally. Normally, Yeosang was the kindest player of the team. However, he was also the most observant. He noticed how you would always push Mingi past his limits and would only give him a break when practice was done. He finally understood just how much you hated him and he hated it. You nodded slowly and Yeosang side eyed you one more time before skating over towards Mingi as well. You sighed quietly and set down your clipboard on the bench before walking over to where Seonghwa was seated. 

His expression was unreadable. And it unnerved you horribly. You sat across from him and put on a professional face before looking up at him. Out of everyone on the team, Seonghwa was the scariest when mad. And boy did he look mad. Well shit. 

“I get that you hate Mingi. I get that he can be a bit much at times and I’ve told him to stop messing with you. But this is too fucking much. Settle your hatred outside of our practice. I don’t give a fuck. If your rivalry costs us the championship game against Team A, I will have you fired. You may be our coach, but we can replace you in a heartbeat. Are we clear?”

You nodded firmly as you tentatively listened to each of Seonghwa’s words. You couldn’t find it in your heart to tell Seonghwa off so you set your pride aside and reassured him that it won’t happen again. However, you were shocked when Seonghwa scoffed harshly and rolled his eyes at you. 

“You always say that! And yet here we are. Did you know that Mingi cried to me because of your harsh words?! HE EVEN TALKED ABOUT QUITTING AFTER THE CHAMPIONSHIP GAME, WHETHER WE WIN OR LOSE! ARE YOU PROUD OF YOURSELF?!”

Ok that you didn’t know. 

“Seonghwa, listen -”

“No no. You listen for once in your fucking life. This is hindering our team rhythm. Either you apologize or you quit. You got it?” 

You kept your mouth shut and nodded slowly. Seonghwa grunted in satisfaction before standing up and walking past you, purposefully bumping your shoulder as he did so. It hurt a bit, but not as much as it hurt your heart. Sighing deeply, you got up and brushed the dust off your shoulder before getting your clipboard and walking over towards the rink. 

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It had been three days since the incident with the captain of Team Z. You thought deeply about what he said and you knew what you had to do despite it being the cowardly way out. However, it was for the best. You could fathom being the reasons for many things, but messing up a team dynamic and a possible split? That was something you couldn’t fathom. As everyone gathered around, you sighed shakily and faced the four men. You didn’t want to do this, but unfortunately, you let your hatred go too far. As much as you hated Mingi, you couldn’t let him quit his dream job. With a heavy heart and a trembling voice, you spoke the words they definitely weren’t expecting to hear today. 

“Today is my last day here. I will talk to the manager about getting you a new coach before the championship game. I am deeply sorry for overworking you guys, especially Mingi. You don’t need someone like me. You guys are better off on your own. I realize that I am not a good coach nor will I ever be a good coach in the near future. Thank you guys for everything and once again, I’m sorry.”

You turned around and set down your clipboard, whistle, and ballcap before walking away quickly. The concerned voices of your soon-to-be former team didn’t reach your ears as you entered one of the empty locker rooms and found a secluded spot before sliding down against a wall and curling up into a ball before crying everything out. What a shame that it all ended. 

You were so wrapped up in your pity party that you didn’t notice the locker room doors open and heavy footsteps echoing around the vast space before heading in your direction. You didn’t want to look up so in your strongest voice, you spoke again. 

“Seonghwa, if you’re here to apologize, don’t. I deserve this. I’m never going to be good at anything so save your breath. Nothing you will say or do will convince me to stay.”

The figure crouched down in front of you and placed their hand on top of your head before lightly massaging your scalp in a comforting manner. You wanted to pull away, but your tears drained your energy so you leaned into their touch instead. As they came closer, you hid yourself even further. 

“Then perhaps my apology won’t work. But for what it’s worth, I should be the one to say sorry for everything.” 

Your head snapped up upon hearing the deep voice and your eyes widened to see the last person you weren’t expecting to comfort you. 

“Mingi?”

Mingi shushed you as his hand reached closer to wipe the remaining tears away from your face. His usual snark was gone and his once sharp eyes softened when they saw you in a saddened state. He sat down in front of you and moved closer. 

“Mingi, if you’re going to poke fun at me, save it. I already feel ridiculed enough. Just go away.”

“Not until you hear everything I have to say to you.”

Despite his voice being soft, it was firm. And serious. You sighed and fixed your position so your head was leaning back against the wall. Mingi closed his eyes and exhaled slowly before opening them to speak. 

“I was a dick to you. And for that, I’m sorry. The truth is, I thought the teasing was just that. Teasing. I didn’t know it would affect you that much. I just wanted to mess with you. However, I should’ve known my limits. I guess that was bad showmanship on my part. Maybe I should’ve expressed my liking towards you in a different way.”

Wait… did you hear that right?

“Yes. You heard me. I like you, Y/N. So much. I admire your tenacity, attention to detail, and logic. I also admire your fiery personality and sassy comebacks.” 

“But I was a bitch to you during practice -”

“It doesn’t matter. Despite the fact that you bark out orders, it has pushed me to become better.”

“Still though -”

“Enough, Y/N. What matters is that you apologized and felt remorseful for your actions. You’re good in my book.”

“What about the rest of your teammates?”

“I told them I’d talk to you. I started this. I need to end this.”

Mingi then grabbed your hands and helped you stand up before bringing you into a hug. You didn’t realize how much you needed this until you felt his strong arms wrap around your small frame firmly yet delicately. You hugged him back and you sobbed right into his chest. Mingi shushed you and whispered comforting and reassuring words in your ear as he held you close to him. With the way things are now, you both knew that you needed this and you felt your rivalry slowly washing away. 

Perhaps this is the start of a new friendship between you two. 

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It was the day of the championship game against Team A. You were giving Team Z a small pep talk whilst you laid out the plan on how they were going to win. After you finished giving them the lowdown on what will happen tonight, you gave them one last hurrah and sent them out into the rink. Mingi stayed behind and looked at you with an unfamiliar feeling in his eyes. 

“Mingi, what -”

Before you could finish your question, he leaned in and quickly pecked your lips before retracting himself and smirking at your flustered state. He then whispered in your ear. 

“Thanks for the pep talk, sweetheart.”

The way his husky voice sounded in your ear sent a shiver down your spine and you felt more flustered than before. Mingi sent a wink your way before putting on his helmet and skating into the rink. You sat down and held your clipboard tightly, channeling all your focus on your team and making sure they won. 

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Long story short, Team Z won. 

All of you went out to celebrate your victory by chowing down at an all-you-can-eat Korean barbecue place. As Jongho was grilling the meat, Yeosang and Seonghwa downed endless shots of soju whilst you watched them with admiration. You were detoxing yourself right now so you couldn’t drink. Mingi decided not to drink tonight so he was sitting beside you and watching his teammates as well. Yeosang said something and all of you burst out in giggles. Jongho and Seonghwa were full on laughing while you were smiling from ear to ear. 

That smile dropped when you felt Mingi place his hand on your thigh and squeeze lightly. 

You whipped your head around to see him smirk lazily as his thumb drew circles on your skin. You went still as Mingi inched his hand up even further. You felt his fingertips reach your inner thigh and that was enough for you to grab his wrist to stop his actions. However, this only made the man chuckle. 

“Mingi, not here! Please…”

“Then come back to the hotel with me.”

His voice got deeper and you nodded meekly before looking back at them. It seemed like the three of them were lost in their own world so you decided to take Mingi’s hand and lead him out of the restaurant and back to the hotel. 

“Where are they going?”

“Don’t know, don’t care. More shots! Cheers, guys!”

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“Mmm. You taste divine, baby girl. Fuck, I can’t believe I waited this long.”

You whimpered as you gripped Mingi’s hair and watched him eat you out like he was a starved man. Your legs were thrown over his bare shoulders and the man palmed himself through his jeans while he pushed his tongue in and out of your drenched core. 

“Mingi, please! I can’t -”

“You can, baby. Give me one more. Come on. One more for me.”

“Mingi, I -”

You cut yourself off when you felt another orgasm wash over you. However, this one was a lot more intense than the last few orgasms you emitted. You raised your head and blushed profusely when you saw him raise his head slowly from your legs. His face was covered with a lot more of your arousal. 

“I am so sorry -”

Mingi crawled on top of you and kissed you deeply, shoving his tongue in your mouth as he grabbed your way and pulled your body close to his. You tasted yourself on his lips yet you didn’t mind. You grabbed his shoulders to steady yourself, only for them to slide down his muscular arms when he laid you down gently on the bed again. He pulled away, a string of saliva appearing between your mouths as he did. 

“Don’t be. It was so fucking hot of you to squirt like that. Think you could do it again on my dick this time?”

You were speechless as he spoke those dirty words casually. In lieu of words, you pulled him back in for another kiss before moving his head downwards so he could kiss your neck. You heard the clinking of his belt being undone and the rustling of his jeans being shoved down. Once his boxers were off, you looked down and your eyes widened. 

His dick was huge!

“Mingi, it’s not going to fit.”

“Yes, it will. Don’t worry, baby.”

As he spoke in that husky voice you loved so much, Mingi grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach before raising your ass in the air and groaning at the sight of your glistening hole waiting to take him in. He grabbed a condom and rolled it on before slowly entering inside you. The tip was only in yet you couldn’t help but moan due to his massive size. 

“How are you still so tight? Fuck.”

He slowly kept inserting every inch of himself in until he bottomed out. He looked down at you and asked you something in a soft voice.

“Are you ok?”

You could only nod meekly. You’ve never felt this full before yet you didn’t complain. 

“You can move now.”

“Are you sure?”

To answer his question, you wiggled your hips slightly, moaning quietly as his shaft touched your walls lightly. Mingi threw his head back when he saw you fuck yourself on his cock. He grabbed your hips and made you stop moving before moving one of his hands to your hair and yanking it towards him. You let out a yelp and whimpered when Mingi licked a stripe up from the base of your neck to behind your ear. 

“Don’t. Let me.”

With those final words, he shoved your head back down to the mattress and held it there while he pulled out slowly and swiftly pushed back in. That first thrust had you arching your back and the man chuckled darkly before repeating his actions at a brutally fast pace. 

You didn’t think you’d enjoy backshots until you met him. 

His grip on your hips was tight and he occasionally smacked your ass whilst he took you from behind. In this moment, he let out all the stress and frustration that he endured from the never-ending practice sessions you put him through. Even though you guys were ok, he still needed to let it out. He found himself reaching his peak and he felt your walls tighten around him so he decided to help you reach your peak as well. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked on it harshly so you were pulled up and pressed against his front. As soon as your back met his  chest, he wrapped an arm around your waist and snuck his hand down to your clit before rubbing it quickly. You threw your head back on his shoulder, giving him access to mark up your neck. 

“Cum with me, baby.”

With a couple more thrusts, you squirted onto his dick and he stilled his movements before emptying himself into the condom. When you both came down from your highs, you felt him pull out, cringing slightly at the emptiness you felt. You plopped down on the bed while he threw the used condom in the trash. 

“I’ll be back.”

He walked briskly into the bathroom and came back out with a wet rag. He reached in between your legs and cleaned you up before cleaning himself up and throwing the rag on top of his dresser once he was done. He climbed into bed and pulled you close to him before kissing the top of your head.

Just when he was about to fall asleep, you heard the door slam open, and gasps emitted from three figures. The two of you raised your heads and saw Mingi’s teammates staring at you with wide eyes. 

“YOU GUYS FUCKED IN MY BED?!” 

Oops. 

“Sorry, Yeosang…”

[ink-stainedkiss]

Love is So Cruel - Yuji Itadori

Synopsis: Your breakup with Yuji was probably one of the worst memories you can think of, even if you dated when you were both so young. Now, both of you have grow and see each other once again at a Christmas party. Outside, Yuji wants to know why he can’t be happy and have you at the same time…

Sigh, you guys have got to hate me. It’s quite literally Christmas Eve and I’m only gifting you sadness. 🙁 the bad thing is I can't stop because angst hurts so bad, but it makes my frontal lobe develope in the right way. Aways, only one more day till Christmas and I promise I will give you all a real gift. Please feel free to comment and request! I love seeing your ideas❤️

Warnings:None, unless you count sadness as a trigger.

Word count: 1.6k

The wind rushed by. Its coldness makes good bumps rise on your skin at the smallest touch. You could be warm, inside with all of your loved ones and friends. A comforting yellow glow illuminated from the house and the light was so enchanting, but you needed to settle something. At first, the party was great. The food was homemade and delicious. A Christmas movie played in the background, something old and familiar that anyone could sit down and watch. Small games were happening in the dining room, gifts were being passed back and forth, and no one was sure what they would get.

It was a beautiful sight, but you weren’t inside to see it. You stood, in the cold, a light jacket providing no warmth, but how could you care about the weather when he was standing right next to you? Even past the small flurries of snow, his light pink hair showed through, looking as bright as it did all those years ago. There was a cup in his hand that he occasionally sipped at. You didn’t have to guess what was in it. You watched him carefully. He looked so grown. He was taller, his shoulder broader, and his teenage features were nothing but a memory. It seemed just yesterday he was bouncing around the school, excited and so naive to exercise curses.

The job kills. Mentally and physically. You were just some of the ‘lucky’ people who had kept all of their limbs. But you weren’t out here to talk about being successful sorcerers. No. Yuji cleared his throat, not daring to look you in the eyes as he said,” So, you and Megumi look happy.”

You can’t stop the soft smile that melts onto your face. You and Megumi had gotten married a little over five months ago and things were going a lot better than expected,” We are.” You were happy, so so happy, but tonight, as Megumi held onto your hips, you had gotten a glimpse of the boy you loved so long ago. His face was showing an emotion you couldn’t pinpoint.

You understood why he wasn’t exactly thrilled that you were dating one of his closest friends, even if your relationship had ended. You understood if you were in his shoes, you would be just as numb. There was no pact. No promise. No soul-binding contract that vowed you would find each other again, so you hadn’t done anything wrong. You had simply…moved on. And you were so sure Yuji had done the same. Before Megumi and you even started dating, you checked Yuji’s posts, finding a gorgeous girl who held tightly too. Sure, at the time you felt how Yuji is feeling now, but you saw no point in grieving over a love that was bound to fall apart.

“Do you remember what you said to me that day?” His voice cut through your thoughts like a heated blade. It stunned you at first, but you slowly made the connection,” I do.” His eyes never left the trees encasing the humble home,” You told me that you will love me forever.” There was no amusement nor sadness in his tone,” And I believed you. I really did.”

You sighed, your breath forming a small cloud of fog,” That doesn’t mean I stopp-“

“Don’t.” He cut you off sharply,” Don’t lie to me. I saw how you looked at him and you never once looked at me like that.” His voice was bitter. Frankly, you scoffed,” We were kids Yuji. I committed to something I didn’t even understand completely. I just didn’t want you to hurt.”

“So you go and marry my best friend?” He spit, his jaw tightening. You inhaled slowly, trying to keep calm,”Did you expect me to just sit around and wish you would come back? I couldn’t do that to myself or Megumi. I had to continue to live.”

There was a reason for these venom-laced words being uttered. You and Yuji’s relationship didn’t end in a pretty way. Yuji had gotten too caught up in the missions and ultimately had forgotten about you and your well-being. So when you would scold him for being reckless, he only found it annoying, and after weeks of petty fights and disagreements, you decided it was time to go on a break. You suggested this in the middle of your guys' worst argument yet. You had already been crying, but when you muttered those words, tears started to flow from Yuji’s eyes.

You hated how he begged you to change your mind. He told you he could change and how much he loved you, but he had said those words before and nothing happened. So as he clung to your body, his tear-stained face in the crook of your neck, you told him the truth.

“I will love you forever. Nothing will stop that.”

A hiccup escaped the poor boy and he held you tighter,” Please, don’t leave me. I'm so sorry for everything I’ve done, just don’t go.”

Your heart panged harshly. Oh, how you wished he could turn his desperation into hate. His broken voice and deep sobs were some of the worst sounds you had ever heard. They made your skin crawl, your hands clamping into tight first, and worst of all, they made this so much harder. How easy it would be if Yuji were to despise your living being. Maybe then you could get through this.

Unbeknownst to you, amid your silence replaying the scene, a single tear streamed down your face and you quickly wiped it off. Love was so cruel. It felt nice to float above the clouds, soak in those mesmerizing sunsets and rises, but suddenly, the screen of ultraviolet was torn from your vision and as you looked down, you realized you were free-falling toward the cold and dark earth. Alas, you had already been crushed.

Slowly you turned your head, gazing longingly at the people inside, and you told yourself it was time to go. For the first time that night, you looked at Yuji willingly,” I’m sorry, again.” He made no comment, but you weren’t looking for one,” Maybe in another universe we could have worked out.”

You turned, body screaming to be free from the freezing temperatures, but in the blink of an eye, you were being forced back towards Yuji, who had grabbed your hand all too quickly. He held you close, your bodies touching. The warmth he was producing was almost soothing, but you didn’t move an inch. You stared up into his eyes and it was as if he had been rejuvenated and you were looking at the same Yuji you held onto that night. Even in the darkly lit area, you could see the sadness welling in his eyes.

“Why not this one?” His voice cracked and you felt a wave of Deja Vu. His eyes searched so desperately for an answer, but you couldn't find one. At least one that could give him peace. It was a soul-shattering display. To see someone so determined to be strong for the people he cared about, being torn apart by losing the only one he loved. If you couldn't see how much you meant to him then, then you surely saw it now.

Guilt was eating away at you and it only got worse as he tried to pull back the tear falling from his eye. Instinctively, you cupped his cheek, your thumb wiping away the droplet and caressing his tired face. You loathed how he leaned into your palm, needing some sort of affection, even as the sparks of hope flickered out.

“I know you’ll find someone Yuji.” You stated under your breath,” Someone who laughs with you. Someone who loves video games and movies,” You let out a bittersweet chuckle,” And I know you will find happiness.” Your tiny smile faded,” Just promise me something.”

“Anything.” He said instantly.

“Promise me that you will go out and find her, instead of only searching in the past.”

Your words hit Yuji right in the heart, but deep down, past the yearning and grief, he knew you were right. So as much as his heart denied it, he nodded slowly. You gave him a smile, one that unfortunately made his heartbeat pick up. Slowly you let go of the boy, trying to ignore how his hold on you lingered until you were taking a step back.

“Hey!”

You both whipped your heads around, finding your loving husband standing in the doorway,” You guys are going to miss dirty Santa if you keep chatting out here.” You watched as Megumi held himself, never one to enjoy the cold, and giggled,” Sorry love, we’ll be inside in a second.”

He nodded, already moving back into the warm room,” Good. I don’t want either of you freezing your ass off.” And with that, he shut the sliding door.

It was quiet after he left. You watched the snow-covered floor, and then you made your way back to look at the man,” I’ll see you around, Itadori.” He didn’t have time to respond as you walked away, heading inside to your husband and the party. Megumi opened the door for you, planting a sweet kiss on you the moment you stepped foot into the room and Yuji could see it all.

The only thing that mattered was that you were happy and if that meant it wasn’t with Yuji, then he was going to have to accept your wishes.

Sadly for both you and him, the only person you described matched only one person. But he had already let them slip through his fingers.

[nrdmssgs]

Alex Keller being readers gym buddy (scenario)

Masterlist

I have this feeling, he would be so good at that with his caring nature. Thought of something sweet for our golden boy.

Alex doesn't understand, why do you keep finding reasons to NOT join him at the gym.

Because you are always so lively, energetic, you absolutely live for long hikes, you can cycle for a good half a day through the fields and parks in good weather, and that time when you two got out to the lake... He had to pull you out of the water almost by force in the evening - you liked swimming so much, you seemed to decide to stay in water for the rest of your life.

In a word, you have always been active, on the move. But when the conversation went back to going to a gym together, you shied away.

Alex repeatedly listed the advantages of this idea. "It will be fun, you will have an additional incentive to go to bed on time, and after a workout you will feel like a new person!"

"And I'll be able to see you every week," this he doesn't say out loud.

You sigh heavily. "I don't even know, Alex." You went through this conversation many times, but this time he uses an absolute sucker punch.

He lowers his head, looks up at you and listens to your ridiculous excuses with a sad but humble face.

Those puppy eyes can make you do anything. This is not even a grimace, he doesn't do that intentionally. It's just the way his expression work: it's all very soft and subtle. But it makes you weak.

You pause and exhale. "Ok, I'll come. But don't say I haven't warned you, I'm no fun to be training with..."

He smiles sincerely, and you just wonder if he really doesn't see how easily he controls you with just his gaze. Those damn beautiful blue eyes with a mesmerizing darker border. As if he wasn't already perfect, he just had to get such a powerful people control lever, goddammit...

To be honest, you were just worried that you would make his workouts a lot more boring.

He was a soldier, a true hard ass warrior. And had quite a body. You understood pretty well, that even one tenth of his regular workout would very likely make you pass out.

And there were you, a silly happy noodle, who was capable only of (gladly) dying in his hands after the very first exercise.

So on the very first morning, when he met you at the front door of your house and almost took you by the hand to the gym, you immediately confess to him. "I have no idea how to exercise properly."

"We'll figure out your exercises, no worries," he is so determined and happy, nothing seems able to distract him right now.

In the gym, at first, he does not leave you even for 5 minutes. He shows you different exercises, explains how everything here works.

You desperately try to repeat each exercise as many times as he advises. At some point, Alex notices that you are completely out of breath, your face is red, and your hands are trembling.

"Hey stop, stop!" He appears behind your back in the very next second. "You need a breather." Alex makes you sit down on the bench and gives you a bottle of water. "Seems like we have a little overachiever here, am I right?"

You shake your head, trying to catch your breath. You are just trying so very hard to not be an embarrassment to him here.

He looks at you so attentively, his eyes are incredibly caring, it's hard for you to just relax and drink your water. And when he brushes a lock of hair out of your face, you understand, that you'll never calm down your pulse.

"Hey, why do you think, we are here? I mean, what's your goal?" His voice is soft and kind.

"I don't even know..." You point uncertainly at your torso and hips. "To get this in shape?"

He looks at you confused for a few seconds, then starts speaking seriously. "This all is ideal. Just the way It's supposed to be. There is nothing to get in shape in you." He notices, how you roll your eyes, and takes your hand.

"I meant it. Look at me. I mean it. I'm serious. I don't want you to come here to despise your body, to torture yourself. A little challenge is always good, but I don't want you to start hating it here. So how about we just... have fun here? How about you love your body for what it's capable of and not hate it for not being in some mythical shape?"

As much as you understand and approve everything, he's talking about, you still feel like a burden, like a newborn kitten, trying to run along with a cheetah.

So when you express your doubts, Alex makes it his personal mission to help you feel better about yourself while exercising.

He turns into the most caring and patient personal coach. Calmly explains and shows each exercise, praises you for everything, even for the fact that you realize that you are tired and stop the exercise a little earlier.

"It's okay. It's not a problem, it's an opportunity for growth." He smiles and gives you water.

Staying hydrated is perhaps the only thing with which Alex is strict and unforgiving. Hydration is the key, and he keeps an eye on your bottle constantly. Yes, you must drink a lot.

He remembers the exercises, that were the most difficult for you, and especially praises you for doing them. "Now let's do this exercise, which you always do so well!"

If the circumstances allow it, Alex stands behind you and blows softly on your neck and shoulders to cool you down as you are working out.

As an absolute gentleman, doesn't let the slightest drop of hunger slipping into his gaze, as he watches you working out. Neither is he blind, nor a saint, but he keeps his deepest fantasies and intentions strictly to himself until he is 100% sure, It's ok to share them with you.

That be said, there are some death glares here and there, when he sees someone approaching you and making you uncomfortable. But he keeps it quite and places himself behind you in such moments to not scare you.

Tactfully, "doesn't notice" when you stare at him working out for a little too long. Secretly thrives on such moments.

Overall, Alex is just on top of the world since you two started seeing each other more often, and he could help you find more confidence and love of your body.

[atarxiiadiaries]

D-12 21/08

hi guys!

today, i got 5/6 of the tasks i need to get done today, done! i did a UCAT mock (thoughts on this later), some biology and chemistry flashcards, made a spreadsheet for mock reflection and did a few maths exercises! a productive day 😉

i’ve never been more humbled than i have been today after that mock. i thought i was doing well, and then i saw the score and i cried. i’ve never scored that low ever, especially in decision making. i was so upset but i had to go on.

study time today: 390 mins (6 hours 30 mins)

hope you’re all having a good day!!

love, aloe x

[myreygn]

hello rey!! happy birthday and and congrats on passing 300+ followers!! <3

may i please request anything with lee genya or gyomei? i love those two so much! take all the time you need and i hope your feel better soon!! <3

moving the mountain

summary: Gyomei humbly asks for help with his training and Mitsuri, Tengen and Sanemi more or less humbly agree to help him. Or rather, to take him down at whatever cost.

an: thank you sm nat you're the sweetest <3 and thanks for sending in a request ofc! i went with lee gyomei for this one because i'm not really familiar with genya yet, i hope that's okay and you have fun with it! <3 (also: yey my first tword demon slayer fic :D)

wordcount: 1648

update: there is a sequel to this fic!

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Thirty minutes. It had been thirty minutes and Mitsuri was at her wits’ end with this task.

“Distract me,” Gyomei had said. “Make me lose balance,” he had said, “I’m sure the three of you together will be able to come up with something efficient enough to disturb me.” And Mitsuri had been sure of that too, because, well, in theory it should be fairly easy to get Gyomei to lose his balance on the slim metal pole he had stuck upright into the ground and was standing on with one leg. Especially because it was him against the united power of ‘the three most distracting Hashira for entirely different reasons each’, as Master Kagaya had described them once with a fond smile on his face. Whereas Tengen had just laughed and thanked him, Mitsuri was still unsure on how exactly the Master had meant that and Sanemi had most definitely not taken the comment as a compliment.

A look of displeasure similar to the one she remembered from that day was actually showing on his face right now as he grabbed the handle of his katana. “Screw this!” When Sanemi had refused to join the exercise at first and Tengen had chipped in with a cheerful ��I get it, you’re scared you can’t do it’, that had already been enough to rile the Wind Hashira up. Naturally the fact that he really couldn’t do it now led to an escalation of the finest order.

“Do I have to remind you that real weapons are off the table, Shinazugawa?” Gyomei smiled softly and Sanemi let go of the katana with a low growl.

“Relax, my not so flamboyant little friend!” Tengen gave Sanemi a pat on the back, only to pull his hand back immediately to avoid the following bite. “We haven’t tried everything yet, there’s no reason to resort to rule breaking. We’re gonna win this fair and square!”

“I cannot wait.” Gyomei was the embodiment of relaxation. “Although I may also remind you that this is not a competition, dear Uzui.”

“Of course this is a competition!” Sanemi spat and glared at the Sound Hashira. “Then tell me, dear Uzui, how we’re gonna win fair and square against this mountain!”

“Well, for one we could… hm.”

“What was that?”

“Hang on a second…”

“I’m listening.”

“Oh, that’s new.”

“HEY-”

Mitsuri drowned out the boys’ bickering for a moment and examined the clouds, thinking. It was no real surprise to her that it wasn’t easy to make the Stone Hashira lose balance, she just hadn’t anticipated it to be this hard. They were three against one, for heaven’s sake! It wasn’t even an actual fight, it was just Gyomei on a metal pole holding multiple weights in each hand! She looked up at him and felt her face flush with heat. He stood there like a statue, looking straight ahead!

Like a statue…?

“I got it!” Mitsuri chirped, twirling around to her fellow ‘most distracting Hashira’. Not a moment too early, apparently; Sanemi had his hands extended, reaching for Tengen’s throat, with Tengen pushing him back being the only thing that saved him from a gruesome death. Oh boy. No wonder Gyomei had been so confident to take them on, they made for a horrible team. But not for much longer! “Guys! Focus! I have the solution!”

“Kill-”

“Noo, nonono, not killing anyone!” Mitsuri put her hands on her hips and shot Sanemi a rebuking glare. “We don’t hurt each other, remember? Tengen, mind if I climb on your shoulders?”

“Of course not,” the Sound Hashira said, already scrambling down. Mitsuri heard Sanemi scoff and actively decided to not give a shit before quickly getting onto Tengen’s shoulders.

“Alright, now bring me closer to Gyomei. I’m gonna try tickling.”

Another scoff. “We already tried that, you dumb-”

“You might wanna watch your mouth around her, Shinazugawa.”

“Guys, please!” Mitsuri flicked her fingers against Tengen’s head and looked at Sanemi. “You’re right, we did. But we only tickled his torso for a bit and when that didn’t work, we didn’t try anything else.”

She was well aware that Gyomei was listening to every word she was saying, but it honestly didn’t matter. Knowing about what was gonna happen wouldn’t change the outcome: loss of balance. Mitsuri took a deep breath. It had to work!

Sanemi crossed his arms in front of his chest, following her with his eyes like a hawk. “And what should we have tried, in your expert opinion?”

“This.” With that, Mitsuri began to lightly scribble her nails over the sides of Gyomei’s neck. The ever so slight hint of a wince went through his body, aside from that he didn’t show any reaction whatsoever. That was alright. She could wait.

“Wow, impressive, it’s doing nothing.”

Mitsuri couldn’t help but roll her eyes a little. “Have you ever heard of patience, Shinazugawa? Just trust me.”

To be fair, if their roles had been reversed, she wouldn’t have had the biggest faith in the plan either. From her premium spot on Tengen’s shoulders though, she had an excellent view when Gyomei’s neck muscles tightened, when the corners of his mouth began to twitch. But when the first giggle slipped out, even Sanemi heard it.

Which didn’t mean that he was convinced yet. No, of course not, that would’ve been too easy. “Okay, he’s laughing. So? He did that before.”

“I told you to be patient, didn’t I!” Mitsuri increased her effort a little. Only to make Gyomei crumble faster and definitely not to prove a point to Sanemi. Ahem. Luckily, her plan didn’t take too much longer to unfold.

When it happened, Gyomei was far from out of breath, but his cheeks were tainted in a soft shade of pink and he was giggling without restraint. “Mihitsurihi- ghahaha, slohow dohohown…”

“Can’t do, sorry big guy,” she grinned, then she drilled her fingers into the especially sensitive spot right next to his collarbone and the Stone Hashira tilted his head with a soft squeak. Mitsuri let out a triumphant cheer. There it was. The key to victory.

“Dohon’t- yohou cahahan’t-” Gyomei’s head followed her hand when it wandered a bit to the front, his chin pressing down in an attempt to block the attack but only succeeding in trapping Mitsuri’s fingers where they happily wiggled and scribbled against the sensitive skin. “Eheheheek! Mitsurihi!”

“Ha! Gotcha now, big guy!” Deciding to up the level, she put her second hand into play to scribble on the other side of Gyomei’s neck, smiling in delight when the usually so calm warrior tilted his head to the side with a squeak, then back to her other hand and to the side again, trying to block everything at once. “Tengen, come on, help me!”

The former shinobi chuckled as he obliged, making the twitching and shifting increase in intensity. “Clever, Kanroji. You force him to move his head, which will make him lose balance, am I right?” Upon her nod he gave her leg a quick pat. “Excellent plan.”

“I mean, yeah, that’s all nice and fun, but what about me?” Sanemi stood next to Tengen, looking up at them with a scowl. “I don’t feel very included right now.”

Mitsuri was tempted to tell him that this was what he got for being so rude, but she knew exactly that she would never hear the end of it. “Don’t feel bad. You get to go for the kill, that’s the best part!”

“The kill?” Sanemi raised his eyebrows and looked at her, then his gaze wandered down Gyomei’s body and he pulled his lips into an evil smirk. “Oh. That kill.”

“Nohoho, dohon’t!” Gyomei snorted quietly. His face was flushed bright red by now, both from the tickling and the strain to keep his balance, and laughing tears were pricking in the corners of his eyes. “Stohop thihihis!”

“You know how to stop it, big guy,” Mitsuri whistled, her chest swelling with pride - her plan was working! “Or rather, we know how to stop this. Do it!”

A spasm went through Gyomei’s entire body and he let out something close to a cry when Sanemi’s fingers made contact with his knee. Mitsuri leaned back a little, trying to not abandon her own task and catch a glimpse of his work at the same time. To her surprise, Sanemi wasn’t squeezing the knee in that rough manner she was used to from him. Instead, he scribbled his fingers ever so softly over Gyomei’s stretched out knee cap, making the Stone Hashira snort and squeal repeatedly in between his laughs.

“AHA- Shihinazugahahawaha, plehehehease! Nahahat thehe knehehees!”

“You heard Kanroji, big guy,” Tengen trolled, “If you want this to stop, you gotta do it yourself.”

And then, finally, Gyomei made it stop.

The weights he had been holding dropped to the ground, almost smashing Sanemi and Tengen’s feet in the process, then the Stone Hashira quite literally stumbled off the metal pole to get away from the tickling as fast as possible. 

None of them bothered to try and keep it up. Mitsuri cheered and let herself get lifted further in the air by Tengen, then he put her down and gave her a double high five. Even Sanemi was grinning from ear to ear and hit her on the back. “Good job.”

“I have to agree, good job.” They all turned their attention towards Gyomei who was still a little flushed but had apparently caught his breath. “You managed to disturb me with something as simple as tickling.” He shook his head with a soft smile pulling at his lips, as if he was in disbelief over himself. “Well played.”

Mitsuri could sense Tengen and Sanemi tense up next to her and felt all color fade from her face when the soft smile suddenly turned into a mischievous smirk.

“Now, it’s my turn.”

[freakurodani]

hi adri my love may i please humbly request bokuto’s sisters for your doodle requests. pretty please ❤️

isa my beloved i would do anything for u ❤️

so, these are my headcanons for bokuto's sisters, Makiko and Hana!!

Makiko is the oldest, by, a lot,, Mama and Mom Bokuto had her when they were really young, and she is 12 years older than Koutarou. She took her role as big sister very seriously when Hana and Koutarou were born. She had wanted younger siblings for so long, and was pretty upset her parents took so long to get her some! She was hyper protective and wasnt afraid of threatening 3 year olds at her siblings daycare for making them cry.

Makiko is very athletic, in highschool she got into wrestling and was really good at it!! she got really confident and took a lot of pride in her strength, even if people thought she wasn't very ladylike! She didn't care bc she's way stronger and if you dont like her you could *try* to do something about it, but chances were you couldn't! After highschool she became a personal trainer and teaches women's self defense classes! she also is a small time social media influencer, posting tips and tricks on fun exercises and encourages people to do the things they're scared to do!

Hana, the middle child, 3 years older than Koutarou, wasn't into sports. She is really into art! she wanted to become a professional mural artist, but despite the encouragement from her family, she got discouraged by her counselor and went into graphic design instead. She's very close with Koutarou and they tend to be each other's confidants. Koutarou would often pull her from her hyperfixation state whenever she really got into an artwork and would forget to eat for hours and hours, and she was the first person Koutarou told about being bi and his crush on Akaashi, though she was already in college at the time.

It starts off as a joke, about how much she hates her office job, but she started saying that shes gonna marry rich so she can just paint all day instead, and when Koutarou makes it pro, she jokes about him setting her up with a successful volleyball player, and boy howdy, does Koutarou try. He tries, so hard. Atm she's still single, but one day, her dreams will come true :)

[the-void-writes]

Kevin!! (sorry if this is a lot lol)

🩹💯🔺🌈🎄🐷🍃🍎❤️💔💙💜🤔

IT’S NOT A LOT, DON’T WORRY 🥹💖 THANK YOU AGAIN

Some images of Kevin. Credit to Naylissah and Wervty for the picrews.

TW for mentions of child abuse under the cut (it’s not described in detail)

🩹 Does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities?

Kevin’s eyesight is incredibly poor ever since his mother’s abuse. His eyes are permanently scarred and damaged, though Vesely’s doctors have tried their best to fix it. He has to wear protective goggles and glasses because bright lights give him aggressive headaches.

💯 Share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

Kevin jokingly flirts with his friends, but he also has a small crush on Will that he won’t act on because he knows that boy is shy to affection and already likes someone else.

The reason Kevin dyes the tips of his hair hot pink is so he doesn’t look at himself in the mirror and see his mother.

He drinks a ton of coffee, mostly iced, because he has insomnia from his fear of waking up in his old house.

🔺 Does your oc know how to use any weapons?

He mostly uses his own momentum to fight. Rio teaches him how to use his arms as a whip.

🌈 What is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? What pronouns do they use?

Kevin is proudly pansexual and makes sure that everyone knows he isn’t picky. He uses “he/him” pronouns, but he doesn’t mind being called “they/them” either.

🎄 What is your oc's favorite holiday?

Christmas, for the music and the food, and because he gets to decorate his friends’ dorm and make it feel like a home. He never realized that kids got gifts on Christmas until he started staying with his friends, and now he’s excited to give things.

🐷 What is your oc's favorite animal?

It’s pigs, specifically teacup pigs. Riley always asks Kevin how someone as “flashy and fabulous” as him could love such a messy animal, and Kevin gets so offended.

Long ago, I actually gave him a pet pig. He called it Ham Solo.

🍃 What is/was your oc's favorite subject in school?

Kevin’s favorite class was an elective drama course he had for a year. He loves performing for people and having their positive attention, in an art form where he’s separated by a stage and no one can run up and hurt him.

🍎 Where was your oc born? Do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? How do they feel about their birthplace?

Kevin was born in Preston, on the outskirts of the main town and suburbs. He acts like he doesn’t care about his old home, but deep down, he’s terrified of the mere idea of going back there. He wouldn’t calm down for his first few weeks of training until Jason swore to him that he wouldn’t return to his parents.

❤️ What are three of your oc's positive traits?

Kevin may act like he enjoys being the center of attention, but he’s actually more humble than people give him credit for. He makes sure his friends get their due respect during training, and even when he brags about his own training, it’s never at someone else’s expense. His loyalty to his friends is limitless.

His personal goal is to make his friends smile and laugh. Whatever they need or want, he’ll do it for them, even if it’s just making himself look like a fool.

Kevin is very patient and understanding. He’ll listen to anyone, no matter how long they take to speak or if they struggle to express themselves. He refuses to make anyone feel dumb or useless.

💔 What are three of your oc's negative traits?

Kevin tends to joke around a little too much. He won’t take certain training exercises seriously, and it ends up getting him hurt.

On that note, Kevin doesn’t care if he injured himself. He thinks he’s indestructible so he charges headfirst into a problem, and he also just has little regard for his own health because he’s been taught to feel insignificant.

Every so often, his aggressive self-loathing comes through. He’ll say the most horrible things about himself when he no longer has the energy to smile through the pain.

💙 Does your oc have any cool/special powers and/or abilities? how are they with magic, if it exists in their world?

The Freak genes that Kevin was born with basically gave his skin and bones rubber-like qualities. He can stretch and squish himself however he sees fit, like how an octopus can squeeze itself through a hole. The further out he stretches, though, the more vulnerable that area is to snapping.

💜 What is your oc's ancestry/genetic background?

Kevin is the only son of the Mallory family. His parents could barely afford their house and food. When Kevin’s powers developed, his mother punished him for it in the cruelest ways possible, nearly blinding her son as a result. His father sat idly by, not lifting a finger to help him. The neighbors were the ones to call the police, and that’s how Vesely heard about him. Jason was the one to bring him in, and he became an important parental figure to Kevin.

Eventually, Kevin gets adopted by a wealthy family, the Valentinas. They’re absolutely guilty of spoiling their new son, but he deserves it after the hell he’s been through.

🤔 What are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

When Kevin is bored, he’ll often stretch and bounce his arm like a yo-yo. If no one else is around, he’ll wrap his arms around himself in a big snake-like hug.

I’m not sure if it counts, but when he laughs at something, it’s a full-on hyena cackle. There is no quiet mode for him when it comes to jokes.

[hiswordsarekisses]

“The story is told of a young boy who found himself in the car with his mother. He was in the back seat, and, as boys tend to do, he found himself getting restless, so he was up and down and moving around. His mother, of course, told him he needed to sit. Finally, after repeated requests and repeated refusals, his mother felt the need to stop the car and exercise appropriate discipline. She then got him back in his seat and set off down the road again. A few seconds later, the boy mumbled from the back seat, “I may be sitting down on the outside, but I am standing up on the inside.”

It was pride rearing up in that small boy’s heart that provoked that defiant comment—and it is pride that is rearing up in our own hearts when we sit down outwardly but stand up internally. And God sees all.

Real submission to God is the outworking of a truly humble heart. To submit to God is to align ourselves under His authority. By nature, we oppose authority and do not like to be told what to do.

Joyful submission is possible because of the nature of the one to whom we submit (living inside of us, empowering us… changing us.)

We must take a close look at our own life and heart to see if there are ways in which we are sitting down on the outside but standing up on the inside - obeying God but grumbling about it and begrudging having to do it?

There is always more grace for such pride, but it does need to be humbly repented of.”

But he gives more grace. Therefore it says, “God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.” Submit yourselves therefore to God.” James 4:6-7

[babybluebanshee]

Stuff I've had to deal with as a city librarian - Halloween Spooktacular

Hello again boils, ghouls, and nonbinary werewolves! Your old buddy Blue has a backlog of whack-ass stories from her travels as a humble library clerk, so here's a big post fulla laughs, drama, and maybe a few bodily fluids tossed in for flair.

Seriously though, tw for bodily fluids, bugs, and PTSD

*A woman came up to the front desk and asked if we had a quiet area where she could make a zoom call and not disturb anyone. No prob, have people asking that all the time. The study rooms were all full, so she was pointed in the direction of the cafe. A few minutes go by, and suddenly everyone at the desk and the page in the shelves beyond it hears loud ass shouting coming from the cafe. Julie heads down to inspect, hoping it's not a fight she has to break up. Nope, as it turns out, the lady on the zoom call is leading an exercise class. She has a mat and everything, and was leading her class in aerobics when Julie got down there. We quickly moved her to a more out-of-the-way conference room.

*A children's board book was return to us with a bite taken out of it. The area was still wet. We do not know if it was child or beast that took the bite. We had to throw it away regardless.

*We had to bake almost all our DVD cases because we found two with bed bug eggs in them.

*A woman printed out some color pictures and asked if I could check to make sure they came out. I picked up the stack and the first one on top was of an angry-looking woman with her tits out. My surprise must have been pretty evident because the woman I was helping immediately turned red and told me they were for a court case.

*Like everywhere else in this god-forsaken country, homeschooling has been on the rise in these parts. As such, we get parents all the time coming in with printed copies of the curriculum they chose and asking if we have the books recommended by them. Whatever we don't have, we can usually get through inter library loan, but the catch with that is you can only have five going at a time. One day, we had a mother come in with a list of three hundred books her curriculum recommended, and she had us check out catalogue for all of them. Branson started helping her, but her shift ended in the middle of it, so I had to do the rest. It took forever, and we ended up only having about fifty of them because I guess this homeschooling curriculum hasn't been updated since the mid-2000s. To her credit, the mother was very exasperated with homeschooling in general and knows that her daughter doesn't want to do it anymore. Her husband is adamant that their kid not go to public school, however. I fought every urge to say that was fine for him to say when he clearly wasn't doing a goddamn thing to help her.

*There's a patron that comes in whom we know nothing about except that he's had multiple heart attacks and has massive anxiety about potentially having another. We know this because he tells us every time the library gets too loud for him, because he believes the noise will somehow "trigger" another heart attack. Normally, we would have no problem with that; heart attacks are scary, he has every right to be anxious about it and request quiet spots to hang out. However, the problem is that he takes it upon himself to police other patrons in the library who he thinks are being too loud near him. Some children were nearby, working on a puzzle and started getting a little rambunctious, and the dude yelled at the top of his voice for them to shut up and get away from him. We had to speak louder for a patron who was hard of hearing, and the death glare he gave us was chilling. He snaps at anyone who forgets to shut the sound off on their phone. The director finally had to tell him he can't harass patrons and to tell us if he has a problem with someone's volume. He's been better behaved since then, but any time we see him, we're instantly worried he's gonna flip out again.

*A little boy in a wheelchair came in with his family, and my god, that kid could zip around fast. His mom mentioned that she forgot to grab a book for his sister, so he rolled into the kid's area to grab it for her. He was back faster than a patron who could just walk in. And you could tell he was very proud of that fact.

*Shae gave me a Sylveon card about a year ago, and I wear it laminated on my lanyard (because I was originally gonna hang it from my rearview mirror but forgot). It's always a big hit with kids. One little girl, however, liked it so much she asked if she could have it. I chuckled and told her sorry, it was a gift from a friend. She merely replied, "no, I want it" and started making a grab for it. Luckily, she was on the other side of the counter and couldn't reach it, but it was still weird. Especially because her mother was right there and made no move to stop or reprimand her.

*My coworker Branson had to clean...something off the bathroom floor one night. She's adamant it wasn't poop, but also said it was so dried out she had to use a putty knife to scrape it off. Our best guess is vomit.

*I was working on a display at the desk and a little black girl came up to watch me work. We chatted for a little, her asking me all the usual little kid questions. Eventually, she asked me if I had kids. I said no, I liked being an auntie better. Plus, I wasn't married, so I couldn't have kids. She thought for a moment, then said "why don't you just buy one?" Branson was nearby and I heard her choke on a laugh. I was pretty close to losing it myself, and said, "I don't think it's very nice to buy a person." Luckily, her dad came up and they left shortly after, so Branson and I could finally laugh about it.

*A patron and his family got taken to court for not returning almost $200 worth of books and DVDS, after ignoring the four warnings we give people before we actually take that step (because at that point you're actively stealing city property). The patron was ordered by a judge to either bring the items to court or pay to replace them, so he brought them to the courthouse. The clerk was going to take them and the whole thing would have been over and done...except he wouldn't give them to her without a library employee present. He never gave a real reason except he was concerned the clerk would "do something" with the items. So without contacting the library or judge the clerk told him he could bring the books directly to the library. When the judge found out what she'd done, he called the library and told us what was happening, and to hopefully expect the guy in there that night. Predictably, we haven't seen him. This was almost a month ago.

*Branson got a phone call from the county jail, which is actually pretty common for libraries. Patrons get arrested and want to make sure their accounts are clear so they don't potentially get into further trouble with outstanding items. Branson goes through all the hold music and questions to finally get the patron on the line...and he'd dialed the wrong number. Branson felt so bad for him.

*A guy came in to use the computers. Donna was getting him set up, sitting at the desk, so she can only see him from about his torso up. He ended up needing help printing something, so I help him, and finally see the sidearm he's got in a holster on his belt. I tell him the library doesn't allow firearms of any kind, no, I do not care that he has a conceal carry, he can't have a weapon in a municipal building. He's kinda testy about it, asking why we don't have a sign. I tell him we do. He had to walk by it to get in the building. In fact, we have one at all three entrances. He smugly asks me to show him, because he didn't see them. Me, petty bitch that I am, make this fucker walk to all three entrances and show him each sign, then tell him as politely as I can to get rid of the gun before he comes back in. He huffily complies.

*I came into work one day and the director immediately called me to the back. He informed me that a couple was having a loud, angry argument on the patio outside the kid's area, and they called the cops for a wellness check because the woman sounded to be in legit distress. Like, rocking back and forth and screaming swears distress. Cop comes and presumably sends them on their way. We don't know for sure because he came, went out to talk to them, and just...left.

*A guy came in to pick up an inter library loan, and when Branson asked for his card, he said he didn't have one. Like, he wasn't a patron. Never mind how the hell he managed to get a fulfilled ILL without one. Branson informs him he has to get a card before he can check out the book, but it's going to cost him $15 since he lives outside city limits. He tries to pay with a check made out to him from someone else. We tell him that won't work. He leaves to get cash, but then immediately turns around and asks if he can just buy the book. I tell him no, since a) it's not our book to sell and b) we're not in the habit of selling books in the collection anyway. I ask if he'd like me to find it on Amazon for him, and he says no. He leaves and doesn't come back. Bonnie sent the ILL back, and we haven't seen him since.

*A lot of our patrons have conspiracy theory brain rot, so you can only imagine the fanciful tales we heard about the emergency test signal. There were theories it would "activate the nanites" in the covid vaccine and either kill everyone who got one or turn them into liberal zombies. My director had someone 100% seriously call it "the Satan signal". It would have been funny if it weren't so stupid.

[eternalwritess]

Hallo! Humbly requesting a romantic and/or platonic HH matchup =D

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Ace/biro

Personality: Depressed boi who is way too obsessed with fandoms. Awkward and asocial in new situations, but can grow comfortable with people over time. Loves physical touch (cuddles, hand holding, etc) but is paranoid about invading others' space. Very kind and wants to make sure everyone feels appreciated. Very lazy, doesn't exercise, chubby and a bit insecure about it. Would spend all the time in my room unless asked otherwise. Simentantiously doesn't care what others think (taking care of myself, how I look) and does care (don't want to seem rude or obtrusive). Always doing something (bouncing leg, cracking bones, snapping, drumming fingers). Cat person, but likes dogs too. Addicted to the Internet for high dopamine intake. Prefers sleep as an escape from existing. Bc of depression, usually hard to get happy/excited over things, but will fake it for others' sake. Has the tendency to avoid asking for help over a self-destructive mindset that I need to take care of myself. Will laugh at things that are not funny/inappropriate with no intention of disrespect. Has to think about social etiquette and finds socializing exhausting after a while. Avoids serious vices (alcohol, drugs, sex, etc). Introvert, but tries to help a conversation with other introverts.

Hobbies: Writing, dabbles in drawing, cross-stitch, singing, dancing, musical theatre, card games (rummy, solitaire, War, Uno, etc), obsessive researching, over-the-top analyses, ranting about random topics, maladaptive daydreaming, Internet, badminton if you squint

Pet peeves: Very intense stimuli, impatience, arrogance, selfishness, cruelty, unnecessary hostility, rowdiness, vulgarity, brashness, pushing serious boundaries, rudeness

I think that's everything. Hope I added enough ^-^

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙…

𝓥𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓮!

When you met Vaggie it was most likely after the exterminations and when she got cast down into heaven. Charlie most likely wanted her to go around helping people and she found you most likely being bossed around and getting uncomfortable with some people

"Hey! Leave her alone assholes!!"

When you saw her come on over to beat the ever living shit out of them you were slightly terrified most likely being a new soul in hell and not knowing what was going on or what to do

She then grabbed you and took you somewhere else and calming you down and apologizing for being so aggressive

From then on she always helped you out around hell and protecting you from others

You slowly ended up opening up to her about smaller things

She totally gets you always moving or doing something (the bouncing legs and stuff) as she herself kinda does the same thing every now and then

Since she is an exorcist she would most likely have some sort of depressed attitude towards that saying that she feels as if she doesn't deserve you at times

"Shit I'm sorry it's just... nothing,"

Although you would take care of that telling her how great she is and that she needs to take care of herself and how much you love her

She doesn't mind that fact that you don't exercise. Actually she over works herself at times and you pull her back and help her chill more around you

She gives you a ton of physical touch. Constantly running her hands through your hair, giving you pats on the shoulder, hugging you, forehead kisses, she's obsessed with giving you affection and making sure that you know that you are loved

Whenever you're feeling down she'll always be there for you to comfort you and hug you telling you that you deserve the world

Not to mention she probably has some pet names for you too if you don't mind that

"Why the frown babe?"

Also going on you being addicted to sleeping or being a bit too lazy. She will also try and push you out of your comfort zone every now and then although making sure that you're not too uncomfortable and instantly pulling back when she sees that you are

She doesn't mind when you find it hard to get excited over things and honestly will tell you that it's hard for her to do so also as she tends to overthink things

When you shows her stuff on the internet she might not get it at first but will soon learn to and will also become obsessed making a few semi-cringy jokes on it every now and then

She likes that you avoid serious vices as she's uncomfortable with most of them

"Honestly... I'm not much of a drinker either,"

She loves watching you draw as she's not that good and she'll constantly ask you for tips will she sees you doing so

She'll also play card games with you and might be slightly competitive

Although she's not really unnecessarily hostile she's slightly hostile to others but you can always pull her back and when you tell her to stop she does but she always looks out for you

Also sorry to everyone for this taking so long. Some of the other matchups will also take a while as school is kicking my ass and there are a lot of matchups. They might close in the next few days so theres a warning :)

[rumbelleshowdown]

Author: onelastedit

Prompts: Wrong hotel room. Snowball fight. Nymph, nature, storm, tease.

Group: D

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Love is a Battlefield

It was the perfect snow day. All around the park lay a crisp blanket of snow, freshly fallen the night before. The sunlight twinkled on the snowbanks and the covered branches of the fir trees above. Occasionally a refreshing wind would come through and douse them in a mist of snow, and Belle would laugh with delight because she had never before experienced a proper snow day. That was the problem with being born and raised in Australia; sure you had gloriously sunny days, easy access to adorable koalas, and white sandy beaches - but no snow. 

Now that she lived in Storybrooke, Maine in the good ol’ U.S. of A. she was treated to all of the seasons Mother Nature had to offer; brutally cold Winters with frequent snowstorms, breezy Springtime’s fragrant with newly blossomed flowers, sweltering sunny Summers the air heavy with salt from the nearby seaside, and Autumns as crisp as the apples that grew in the town Mayor’s own backyard. 

However, this snow day was special for Belle because she had two very special people to share it with. In the five years she had lived in Storybrooke she never actively enjoyed the gift of a day when almost every store was closed on account of snow, and the local school allowed the children to stay home, effectively unleashing them on the town’s park. Sure, she had curled up with a cup of tea and a good book occasionally gazing at the snowfall through her window, but she’d never been out amidst the joyous chaos it created. There were little snowsuits sporting rosy-cheeked children running joyfully around the park screaming with glee as they pulled each other on sleds, made snow angels, and, of course, had snowball fights! 

Bae yanked on her mittened hand to get her attention. The precocious eight year-old had his arms crossed and a very serious expression on his face. Apparently, snowball fights were no laughing matter. But Belle had a tough time suppressing her giggles as the mop of curls on his head bounced merrily in the wind as he gestured to their “battle ground.” 

“Are you listening? This is important. It’s your first snowball fight and it would be totally humbling if you got ‘out’ in the first five minutes.”

“I believe you mean ‘totally humiliating,’ Bae.” His father, Alexander Gold, came up to him and handed him a small hot chocolate from the carrier in his hand. He turned to Belle with a twinkle in his eyes, clearly just as amused by the boy’s General-like behavior towards a simple game. 

“I got you a coffee. Thought you could use something bracing before the big battle.” He murmured, giving her a quick wink.  Belle snorted into her coffee and Bae leveled them both with a chastising look. 

“I’m not five - I can tell when you’re teasing me. Emma is ruthless when it comes to snowball fights and she always wins!” Emma Nolan, a feisty eight year-old with bright blonde hair, was Bae’s best friend, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t do everything she could to claim victory in a fight of any kind. Apparently it was true, all really is fair in love and war.

Belle leaned towards him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. She understood what it was like not to be taken seriously. She’d been a very studious kid and had always wanted to talk about the books she was reading, but had always been brushed off by her father and her teachers often being told to go play with the other kids her age - the problem was, the kids her age didn’t want to talk about Treasure Island, or The Secret Garden, or her favorite book Her Handsome Hero. So if Bae needed her to treat this winter-time game as a serious exercise in battle tactics, well…she would. 

“I’m sorry Bae. You have my full attention and I will do my best to have your back. Now, show me where our basecamp is again.”

As she listened attentively this time, it struck her just how much he was like his father. Sure they had the same soulful dark eyes and dark hair, but their personalities seemed worlds apart. Alexander was cautious and an introvert - almost painfully so - he was caustic with most of the town’s people and was such a creature of habit that Belle sometimes wondered if there was an underlying medical diagnosis that could account for it. But Bae was animated and outgoing - he loved meeting new people and would chat your ear off if it was physically possible. His emotions lived on his sleeve. Sometimes, to Alexander’s horror, he was a daredevil of the highest caliber; diving off the highest board, trying to grind his skateboard down the longest rail, and sneaking off with his surfboard to the choppy waters on the other side of the cove. 

However, as Bae told her his battle plan, everything about him reminded her of Alex. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he told her about his cunning plans and his meticulous attention to detail was surprising for a young kid. He was calm, calculated, and knew a great deal about his ‘enemy’s’ weaknesses. The apple truly didn’t fall far from the tree when it came to the business of winning. 

As they waited for Emma’s army to arrive, a tall figure clad in a red ski suit came bounding up to them. “Reporting for duty,” she jauntily saluted to Bae, “I am ready to kick some butt!”

Belle looked at Bae in mock aghast, “You asked Ruby to join? I thought you had faith in me?”

Bae had the decency to look a little bit sorry, and responded that he thought Belle would have more fun if her friend Ruby joined them. Ruby smirked and hugged Belle into her side, “Besides, I have more experience than you, newbie!” Turning to Gold, Ruby gave him a short nod saying, “Mr. Gold I didn’t believe it when Bae told me that you participate in the legendary snowball fights between him and Emma Nolan.”

Bae piped up before Gold could answer, “He’s responsible for artillery!”

“I sit on that bench,” Gold motioned ahead of them, “drink my coffee, read a book, and make sure the snowballs don’t run out.”

“He’s really good at making snowballs! And really fast!” Bae chimed in.

Ruby leaned into Belle whispering, “Sounds like he’s very good with his hands.” Belle turned beet red and nudged her in the ribs. “What? You still haven’t given me any juicy details about him and you’ve been dating for three months!” Ignoring her friend, Belle followed Alexander and Bae to their basecamp. 

Alexander got comfortable on the wrought iron bench and began leisurely packing snowballs. Sidling up next to him, Belle let out a dramatic sigh, “I can’t believe you get to sit while I’ll be running around like an idiot getting pummeled with snowballs by little kids.”

Alex chuckled draping his arm around her like he’d been doing it forever, “Think of it more like frolicking in a winter wonderland, a forest nymph biding her time waiting for the trees and animals to awaken in the Spring, and delighting in the distraction the lowly townspeople have to offer with their silly Winter games. ”

This time Belle let out a genuine sigh. Alex always surprised her with how poetic and romantic he could be. She stilled Alex’s hands as they formed another icy sphere, and without warning cupped his face between her mittens drawing him into a heartfelt kiss. His lips were warm and bitter from his coffee, and as she pulled away their breath created tendrils of steam. She could tell Alex was surprised by the sudden burst of affection; he wasn’t used to people loving on him except for Bae, of course, but this was different. She didn’t care if it took another three years or three decades, but she was determined for him to get used to tactile displays of love - from her. That last part was particularly important. He didn’t know it yet, but she’d recently realized he was the one; the one she would spend the rest of her life with. 

“What was that for?” Alex pressed his forehead against hers clearly a little dazed from her kiss. 

She shrugged, “Nothing. I’m just really glad you got your hotel room mixed up with mine three months ago.”

“Best mistake I’ve ever made, sweetheart.” 

“Hey lovebirds! The game is about to start,” Ruby called out. 

“The battle is about to start!” Bae corrected testily. 

“Oh, so sorry captain!” Ruby stood at attention, “Permission to drag Belle onto the battlefield, sir?”

Bae just rolled his eyes and laughed, finally relaxing now that the fun was about to start. “You better get out there,” Alex whispered, “but remember if you get ‘out’ you can always cuddle with me.”

“I just might take you up on that Mr. Gold.” 

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