#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.

[hiraeth-sonder]

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.”

[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…”

[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.

[enby-jellyfish]

I See The Light

Part of the Baldur's Gate 3 Fairytale AU Collection

Rapunzel!Gale Dekarios X GN!Flynn Rider!Reader (POC friendly)

Pronouns: You/Your

Summary: You meet a strange man in a tower. Also he's magic. What?

Warnings: Grooming (cuz Mystra), kidnapping, eye trauma, reader yearning against their will.

Word Count: 4671

A/N: This took way too long to write for someone who loves both Rapunzel and Gale...

Once upon a time there was a humble farmer who lived in a cottage in the forest with his pregnant wife. Everything was perfect for the happy couple, until one day the farmer’s wife suddenly fell ill.

The farmer consulted many healers, all of whom told him they didn’t know what was wrong or how to cure his wife.

As she got worse and worse, the farmer’s desperation to save his wife grew. He heard rumours, whispers, about a witch, living not that far from his home.

Unfortunately for him this witch was not a witch at all, but a disgraced goddess, cursed to live in human form.

As soon as he could the farmer bid his wife goodbye and left in search of this goddess. When he found her, the farmer pleaded for her to save his wife.  The goddess agreed on one condition: his firstborn.

Without a moment of consideration, or consulting his wife, the farmer agreed, and he was sent on his way with a magical golden flower from the goddess’s garden.

When back home, the farmer used the flower to brew a tea, which instantly made his wife feel better when ingested.

With her regained health, the wife delivered a healthy baby boy who she named ‘Gale’ for the joy he brought her. This joy however was soon snuffed out by the goddess coming to take what was owed.

She screamed and kicked and cried, but to no avail. Her son was taken from her.

The goddess took the infant to a lonely tower, hidden in the forest. She took great care to make sure no one but her could find it and having only one way in and out of the tall structure, great thorn bushes surrounding the tall structure to ensure no one climb it.

She went through these great lengths to keep Gale hidden from the world because he is special. Gale has magic.

Magic is a rare thing nowadays; many believe it to be extinct. The disgraced goddess can feel it, and with it her only chance of returning to her former glory, slowly ebbing away from this world.

Keeping the young wizard close and grooming him and his power to serve her, they lived for many years in that tower. Gale growing into a handsome, strong, clever man.

He is lonely though, aside from Mystra his only company is a Tressym he named ‘Tara’ he accidentally summoned during one of his exercises.

Gale spent most of his time studying the books Mystra brought him. His favourite time of year is when hundreds of floating lights fill the night sky. According to his calculations, it happens once a year, every year, on the same day: his birthday.

You on the other hand are nothing but a humble thief, currently being chased through the forest by several guards of the castle you attempted to break in to. You don’t see why they’re making it out to be such a big deal. They have plenty, and you don’t. It’s not like they would miss a few trinkets or a couple of coins.

Oh well.

Pretty sure they’ve lost your trail; you dare to stop and catch your breath. You don’t recognise this part of the forest, an eery fog covers the landscape. Looking around, you try and find some form of landmark that would lead you back to familiar soil.

You notice a giant boulder, covered in vines. Maybe if you climb it, you’ll have a better vantage point.

And so, climb it you did. Or at least you tried. When grasping the vines to pull yourself up you notice behind them a hidden entrance through the boulder.

Suddenly you hear the sound of the guards chasing you nearing closer. You quickly pull aside the vines and hide inside the boulder. Listening to them pass your hiding place you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Looking further into the cave you see a small valley with a lone tower surrounded by thorny bushes. Your curiosity getting the better of you, you reach the tower. Looping around it you notice it doesn’t seem to have an entrance. There is, however, a bell attached to the old walls, almost unnoticeable, hidden behind the thorny branches.

You, being the sane, reasonable person you are, decide to manoeuvre your hand through the prickly plant and ring the mysterious bell attached to a creepy tower in a hidden valley.

The second the ringing sound pierces the quiet of the valley you are surrounded by a purple hue. When the purple fades away you are no longer standing in the valley but instead a room. Before you can thoroughly start to panic about being magically teleported, you hear a loud ‘CLANG’, and everything fades to black as you fall to the floor.

When you awake, you notice you are sitting in a chair. You try and reach for your throbbing head in an attempt to soothe the pain but notice you can’t move your arm from its place on the armrest.

Trying to blink away your dizziness you find yourself tied to the chair with, purple tendrils? Is this… magic?

What in the ACTUAL HELL?!

“So, what exactly were your intentions here? Kill me? Kidnap me? Extort me for my magic?” The voice comes from a shadowy corner.

“Uh, no? The only thing I want with your magic is to get out of it?!”

“Oh.” The figure in the corner turns and whispers something to something to a cat you hadn’t noticed before, and to your surprise, it whispers back.

“Did- did that cat just talk?” Magic? Talking animals? A few minutes ago both seemed like something out of a fairy tale, with magic having been long extinct. You can’t tell if your head hurts from the bad hit you just took or the insanity of the situation.

“She’s not a cat, she’s a Tressym.” The man corrects you, carefully stepping out from the shadows, clutching a frying pan. The source of your headache, no doubt. The cat- Tressym follows close behind. As she properly comes into view you notice her birdlike wings.

“My name is Tara!” she says with an offended tone.

The man is dressed in simple, yet well-made clothes. His shoulder-length hair is brown, as are his eyes, and swept back in a half-up-half-down style. A stubble of facial hair decorates his kind, yet stern, looking face. A silver earring, shaped in the form of an eight-pointed star, dangles from his left ear.

An attractive man, you think. If not a bit odd.

“Oh-kay! Nice to meet you?” The odd duo stares at you for a moment, you staring back, before turning to each other. They whisper back and forth for a bit; you can make out Tara telling the man that you ‘don’t seem that bad’ and that he should ‘ask’ you. They seem to come to an agreement and turn back to you.

“Alright intruder-”

“You teleported me up here.”

He ignores your interruption. “We have come to a decision of what to do with you. In return for your freedom, you shall take me to see the lights.”

“The lights?” The man puts up a finger as if gesturing for you to wait and moves to a writing desk, taking some scrolls and showing them to you. “See, they show up every year. According to my calculations they will come again two days from now.”

You look at his notes, they contain astronomical equations, maps, and drawings of his ‘lights’. They seem awfully familiar.

“W- the lanterns? Listen wizard-”

“Ah, I’m Gale.” He interrupts you.

“Whatever. Even if I wanted to take you, I couldn’t. I’m kind of wanted around here.” Taking him with you would only slow you down.

“Oh.” His disappointed eyes remind you of those of a sad baby cow.

He suddenly perks up. “Wait, I could cast a spell so no one could recognise you! What do you say?” You weigh your options and make your decision with a heavy sigh.

“Alright, fine, I guess I can take you.” You cave.

“An excellent choice!” With a flourish of his hand, you’re no longer tied to the chair. You rub your wrists and stand up, glad to be able to move freely again.

“So, a simple cloaking spell should do the trick. Now you just keep standing there.” Having grabbed a thick book, Gale turns to a page halfway through, taps it with his index finger, and speaks some words in a language you don’t understand.

A warm, tingling feeling surrounds your body for a second before disappearing. “Is that it?”

“Yes, anyone who looks upon you from now until after the lanterns won’t be able to recognise you.” He punctuates his sentence by closing his book. “Great. Now, let’s get out of here.” Gale bids Tara, who upon an invitation to come along states she has a prior engagement with a particular comfortable pillow for a nap, goodbye and teleports the two of you out of the tower where your journey begins.

The two of you walk through the forest in silence for a while until Gale breaks it. “Lovely day, this. For now.”

You look at him. He seems a bit skittish, staying close to you while keeping his vigilant gaze on his surroundings. Like he expects an attack to come from behind every tree, rock, and bush. “You don’t get out a lot, huh.”

“No! No. I don’t know if you can tell, but” he leans closer to you, lowering his voice as if telling you a secret “I’ve never actually left the tower.”

That explains a lot. “You don’t say. Well, we’ll have to take the scenic route then, don’t we.” Maybe you can find a way so you don’t have to take him on this little side quest.

“I- Well, a bit of sightseeing can’t hurt, can it?” You give him a pat on the shoulder. “That’s the spirit! I know just where to go first, are you hungry?”

You lead him to the infamous ‘Ugly Duckling’, a tavern known to shelter all sorts of thugs and criminals. The perfect place to take your recluse wizard and scare him back to his tower. You almost feel bad for him. Almost.

Opening the heavy door of the unassuming building, you gently push him inside. “Salutat- ions…” Gale exclaims, his excitement ebbing away half-way through the word when he sees inside the dimly lit tavern.

It is quite busy inside; all sorts of unsavoury types fill the old seats and halt their conversation upon hearing Gale’s out-of-place exclamation.

“Don’t mind us gentlefolks! Isn’t this place great? You should try their rotisserie rat, a true delicacy!” You push Gale past a particularly large thug wiping his bloody nose with his long, no longer white, beard. “How unseemly…” You reach the bar and order some food and drink.

Gale surprises you, you figured he would back out from the musty smell of the place alone, but here he sits trying his hardest to make polite conversation with the bartender. “Charmed, I’m sure.”

The bartender gives you a look. “’Charmed’?” You give an apologetic shrug. “He’s not from around here.” The bartender looks Gale up and down one last time before seemingly accepting your answer with a scoff.

You sit and enjoy your meal for a bit, Gale less so, until guards suddenly barge into the room. You’re thankful they won’t be able to recognise you, if Gale’s spell worked, but still get ready to run at any moment.

“We have been commissioned to find a wizard. We’ve received word he’s here. Hand him over now, and there won’t be any bloodshed.” The captain’s loud voice fills the room as everyone looks around suspiciously. You feel Gale grasp your arm, squeezing slightly. He’s shaking. You can’t tell if it is due to the adrenaline of the coming fight or the fear of being caught.

The guards draw their swords, making everyone stand up and draw their own weapons. The fight that breaks out starts with a plate being thrown at one of the guards, food still on it. In the chaos you briefly consider slipping away, leaving Gale to fend for himself.

“Swords, meet sorcery!”

Dork.

Wait, idiot! He just gave away his identity!

The fighting continues and suddenly you come face to face with your companion. Gale looks relieved to see you, but relief quickly melts into something else when he sends a purple blast over your shoulder. You look behind you to find a familiar guard unconscious on the ground.

The fighting continues as you and Gale manage to make your way out of the tavern. Finishing off your last opponent you turn to Gale to find him knocked on the ground.

“Get me up, would you?” He pants, clearly not used to using his powers for this cause. “You fought well.” You try to assure him, unsure as to why you’re bothering putting in the effort, pulling him up.

“Well, one can’t always be a gentleman.” The laugh that escapes you is genuine, much to your surprise.

A crashing sound from the tavern pulls you out of your daze. “We should go.” Gale agrees and the two of you rush away to safety.

It is dark when you decide to stop and rest. You gather firewood and Gale sets it ablaze for a perfect campfire. Only then it is you notice a wound on your side. Something must have nicked you in the chaos you think as you peel the fabric of your clothing aside.

“You’re hurt.” Gale states the obvious, taking a seat next to you. “I know a simple spell to remedy that, allow me to demonstrate.” And you do.

With your permission he places a purple glowing hand over your wound, causing you to hiss in pain, before a warmth flows through the tender flesh.

Upon Gale’s hand leaving your body, your skin looks untouched. You gently trace where your wound used to be. Despite having seen it several times now, magic is still a shocking concept to you.

“Thank you.” His gaze is soft, an unreadable look in his gentle eyes. “You are most welcome.”

Oh no, you may be starting to like this guy.

You snap out of your daze, clearing your throat. “Sooo… How long have you been a wizard?”

Gale lets out a surprised chuckle. “Uh. Forever, I suppose. Mystra says people tried to kidnap me for my power when I was a baby. Hence the tower, she says it keeps me, and my gift, safe.”

His eyes grow distant at the mention of this ‘Mystra’. “She must be something special.”

He gives a sad smile as he turns his gaze to the flames. “She is. The Goddess of Magic. She was my guardian, my teacher, muse, and eventually lover.”

Ouch.

And gross.

“Must be a complicated relationship.” Gale chuckles sadly. “It is, I suppose. But it’s the only one I have. Except for Tara, I accidentally summoned her when I was ten. Thankfully Mystra allowed me to keep her.” He smiles as if it’s a good thing.

“’Allowed’? And you’re sure you want to go back?” You can’t stop yourself from asking the question.

Gale startles. “Yes! Maybe- I don’t know. It’s complicated.” He splutters out, scrambling to defend himself, and her.

He clears his throat and turns back to you. “But enough about me. What about you? Have you always been a thief?”

You laugh. “Touché. Ah, no, I haven’t. I didn’t have a lot growing up and had to make do.”

He gives you a sad smile. “Desperate times call for desperate measures, I suppose.” His voice is soft. You give him a sad smile back. “Exactly.” A warm, fuzzy feeling you can’t exactly place fills you.

You inhale sharply. “It’s getting late, we should probably get some shut-eye.” Gale smiles. “A pity. I’m sure I could talk to you all night, but, as you wish. I bid you goodnight.” You watch him turn away to prepare for the night.

Oh no.

The next day the two of you make the final stretch of your journey into town. Decorations for tonight’s spectacle cover every street and alley. Gale is having a great time drinking it all in, dragging you from stall to stall, from view to view. The food, the sights, the sounds, he simply can’t get enough, and you’re happy to indulge him.

He smiles oh so sweetly at you when you do.

When the day comes to an end and the sun begins to set you take Gale on a small rowing boat on the lake.

“You’ve been looking forward to this for so long, I figured you should have a decent seat.” Gale smiles at you, but you can tell it’s forced. “Is everything alright?”

He sighs, brows furrowing. “I- I don’t know. All my life I’ve been dreaming about what this very moment would feel like. What if it’s not everything that I dreamed it would be?”

You grab his hand, an impulsive decision meant to comfort him. “I’m sure it will be.” You squeeze his hand. “And if it isn’t, you’ll get to find a new dream to look forward to.”

His soft gaze and small smile gracing his lips make your heart clench and butterflies erupt in your stomach. It makes you both afraid and excited. Adrenaline flowing through your veins like electricity.

“Gale I-” You hesitate, Gale’s thumb caressing the back of your hand in a comforting motion. “You have my attention.” He gently encourages.

You take a breath to speak again but interrupt your confession when you notice a small light rising from behind the trees. “Look.” He does.

Hundreds of lanterns start filling the night’s sky, casting a soft yellow light that showcases Gale’s bright smile as he watches them being carried by the wind towards you.

You look at him instead. How the lights’ twinkle reflects in his eyes. His excitement when the lanterns float close enough for him to guide one back into the air.

As the lights slowly drift away Gale turns to you, grasping both of your hands into his. “Thank you. Truly. I wouldn’t have even left my tower if it wasn’t for you. I am so very glad you came, to share this with me.” He looks at you so earnestly. It feels like your very soul has been set ablaze.

“I have enjoyed our time together. A little too much, perhaps.” There is a shake in his voice that wasn’t there before.

“With you, I feel happy, safe. You must know you’re- you’re very special to me.”

A breath.

“With you, I forget my goddess.” That last bit is spoken as if it is a secret only meant for your ears. It makes your heart skip a beat.

“I don’t think I want to go back to the tower. You’ve shown me there is so much for me to see, to learn, to experience out here.” One of his hands releases yours to reach up and take out his earring.

“Mystra gave this to me as a token of our relationship.” With one quick motion he throws the silver earring into the lake, for it to sink into its inky depths.

“But that is in the past. I want to move forward now,” His hands clutch yours again, the same shake present as in the tavern.

“, with you, if you’ll have me.”

Time seems to stop.

Your brain, seemingly unable to present an eloquent agreement, instead moves your hand to softly cup his cheek.

You lean in closer, his breath tickling your face, yours probably doing the same to him. You can feel his face starting to heat up underneath your palm.

Just when you are about to meet in the middle Gale suddenly halts his movement, his suddenly stern gaze fixed on something behind you.

“Is everything alright?” It isn’t, you can tell, but can’t stop yourself asking.

“Yes. I just-” He takes a breath, steadying himself before turning his gaze to you again. “I need to take care of something before we leave.”

Once back on land Gale nervously asks you to wait by the boat until he comes back before disappearing into the dark of the forest.

You sit there, anxiously waiting for him to come back as seconds turn to minutes which turns to close to an hour.

About to lose hope of Gale coming back you let out a sigh of relief at the sight of a dark figure emerging from the forest. “There you are. I was starting to think you’d ran back to your tower and left me.”

Your smile leaves your face when the figure comes closer, revealing not Gale, but a tall, slender woman with dark hair.

Mystra.

“He did.” Her voice is smooth, powerful.

“What?” You start to feel nauseous.

“Gale came to realise the mistake that was leaving his tower.” You’re shaking now, tears welling up. “No, he- we were-” She interrupts you. “You were what? Come now dear, you didn’t think any of it was real, did you?”

“Now, dry those tears. He’s back where he belongs. With me.” She then disappears.

Confused and hurt you head back to town. You aimlessly wander the cobblestone streets, wondering if it indeed was all fake.

“Rough night, hon?” You stop and turn to the source of the voice. An older woman, dressed in a purple cloak. Her long, brown hair, decorated with silver streaks, pulled into a loose bun at the nape of her neck.

“I suppose you can say that.” She looks at you with, oddly familiar, dark eyes, framed by crow’s feet and laced with a melancholy sort of pain.

“It happens to the best of us. I can never find it in myself to be particularly joyous on this day.” She takes you by the arm. “Come child. I’ll put on the kettle for you.”

Her cottage is warm, homely. The tea is comforting, and so is the crackling hearth. You fall into easy conversation with the woman, Morena, as she introduced herself.

“Hmm, you know I started with the lanterns?” She reveals. “I hoped that one day my son would see them, and they would lead him back to me.”

“You have a son?” It would explain her motherly nature. “Yes, but he was taken from me when he was but a baby.” Her brows furrow. “His father sold him, so he could cure me. A witch took him. Apparently, my son had, has, a gift.” She takes a shaky breath. “I dropped that man as soon as I found out. Never saw him again, nor my son.”

Wait a minute.

“Your son. What was his name?” She looks at you, confused by your sudden desperation.

“Gale. I named him Gale.”

Oh.

Oh.

Oh no.

“I am so very sorry, Ms Dekarios, but I suddenly realized something, I have to go.” Surprised by your sudden rush she allows you to borrow her horse after you promise to bring it back.

“C’mon boy, let’s see how fast you can run.”  You ride through the forest, arriving at the boulder that shelters the hidden tower, dark clouds make it seem even more menacing than before.

You jump off your horse, rushing to the tall structure and ring the bell, thorns scratching at your hand in your rush. “Gale? Gale, I need to speak to you!”

Nothing seems to happen for a moment, then, instead of the familiar purple, a white haze surrounds your vision. When it clears you are back in that room. It is dark and in disarray, books strewn from their place on the shelves over the floor. Gale is nowhere to be found.

“Gale?” You call for him. A muffled sound catches your attention.

Gale is gagged and bound to a chair in the familiar way you were previously. Instead of purple, white tendrils hold him in place.

“You should have stayed away.” Mystra comes slithering into view behind Gale. “He. Is. Mine.” She traces her perfectly manicured nails across Gale’s face, causing him to flinch away. “And now you’ve forced my hand.”

Before you can reply you feel yourself being violently pushed by an invisible force. You go flying through the room and out its only window. The last thing you hear before hitting the ground is Gale’s panicked, muffled voice calling for you and the wind rushing through your ears.

The first thing you notice when you wake up is the drops of rain hitting your face, the second is the darkness, and the third the pain.

You try and blink your sight back, to no avail, as you attempt to get up. As you wrestle your way out of the thorns you realise, they must have broken your fall, blinding you in the process.

Freed from the plants you kneel to the wet ground, breathing shakily. Bringing your trembling hands up to your face you gingerly feel around, finding cuts and torn flesh. You find yourself unable to tell the wetness of your blood apart from that of the rain. You bring your hands back to the ground, trying to find stability in the wet earth.

Unable to tell how long you’ve been out; you use your remaining senses to try and figure out what is going on.

You hear voices above you, though it’s hard to understand what they are saying above the clattering of the rain, the rushing of the wind, and the occasional clap of thunder.

“NO! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”

Your suddenly hear a blast, loud enough to make you cover your ears. The earth beneath you shakes and a gust of what you can now clearly identify as magic passes through you.

You sit with bated breath, hands still digging into the ground. It has stopped raining.

A gush of wind, clumsy footsteps, a sharp gasp.

“You’re- I thought you were- I thought I would never see you again.” Gale’s voice shakes, heavy with emotion.

He collapses next to you, clutching your shoulders as if they are his only lifeline. You cry his name through a sob, bringing your hands up to hold onto his arms.

“Your eyes.” He breathes, his warm, gentle hand brushes over your cold, wet cheek.

You let out a nervous chuckle, shaky with adrenaline. “I’ll live. What happened up there?” You feel his forehead resting against yours. “She’s gone. I’m free.” He lets out his own shaky laugh as you feel your tears mixing with his.

When you go to blink the wetness from your ruined eyes you suddenly notice your vision growing better with each blink.

“Gale.” He hums and pulls back slightly, a shocked expression gracing his face when he does. “Your eyes!”

You laugh, honestly and earnestly, as does he, pulling you into a tight hug, which you gladly return.

“I have to tell you something. Something I didn’t have a chance to on that boat on the lake.” He pulls back slightly, looking at you intently. “I could go hours waxing poetry about how I feel about you, but I feel this situation calls for something simpler. I love you. Plainly and completely.”

You can’t hold back the smile tugging at your mouth. “And I love you.”

He then pulls you into a gentle kiss, filled with desperation and relief. It tastes of blood, and rain, and tears.

It is perfect.

“I hate to interrupt this sweet moment, but I would like to know where we are to go now?” You had almost forgotten about Tara you think, Gale spluttering excuses at her.

“I don’t think that is something we have to worry about. Gale there is someone I met while we were separated. I’m sure she would very much like to see you again.”

And there, back in that small town, after a tearful reunion with his sweet mother, you and Gale lived happily ever after.

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Thank you for reading <3

[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

[swaglet]

One of the things that keeps me deep in ed is the fact that i hate having a "feminine body" I HATEEEEE having curves liek fucking hate it.

And the problem is no amount of weight loss will change the structure of my body so unfortunately I have to try to keep myself at a low weight to appear as if I have less curves.

Idk if you watched euphoria but rue (character played by zendaya) has my dream body she's so tall, skinny, "flat" like she looks "boyish" (i swear im not a creep 😭) and I so wanna look like that every time I wear something and see my curves pop out I wanna take a seesaw and just fucking remove them.

Whenever I discuss this w my friends they either tell me I'm humble bragging or they try to tell me that I'm non binary or some bullshit.

Like I jsut wanna have a slender body. Curves to me jsut make me look trashy and too "sexed up" I wanna look like a stick with no shape ffs

under a cut cos its kinda triggering material obvs and im yapping

oh nonnie this is exactly what kept me sick for so long too i'm so sorry to hear this is what you're going through as well :'( my mind always felt at ease when people told me i looked more like a little boy than a grown woman for reasons i'm sure we all have experienced at one time or another (COUGH misogyny and harassment and sexualization and objectification and and and)

i'm actually dealing with the fallout of it rn and it still messes with me mentally... 6 months ago i started birth control to stop my periods entirely to manage my pmdd and the excessive amount of blood i was losing during every period, and while my weight itself hasn't drastically changed at all (it stays within 5 pounds maintenance thanks to the lifting and protein usually i think), any of the body fat i DID has redistributed to make me even curvier than i was before. my boobs and ass are prominent parts of my figure now like they got HUGE compared to how they used to be (FLAT) and i have a small amount of new stretch marks on the inside of my thighs which means they must have gotten meatier and that checks out because a lot of my pantlegs and shorts feel tighter. literally because of that i almost relapsed so many times in the past 6 months but ive had the mental fortitude to just ignore the urge

what has helped me a lot is that, as i have gotten close to the people in my life that are related to my accomplishments that i am proud of (a lot of it having to do with college and my local music scene) and have become comfortable with opening up to them about feeling the way i do, almost all the women in my life have shared that they relate at least a little bit, but that my appearance and certainly not my weight or amount of curves i have don't bear any weight (pun intended) on determining how much they respect me, how talented they think i am, how good they think i am at my job/the things i do, how willing they are to work with me, and stuff like that. many of them have also offered me the advice that we only get one body, and there's only so much you can do to alter the natural shape of your body, and then within those limits there's only so much you can do that's healthy and won't disable you or damage your organs for the rest of your life, and it's unfortunate that men have made our bodies out to be this sexed object but we do really only have one shot at life and ultimately i think it's pointless trying to meticulously control how everyone around us perceives us. to be honest i have felt a lot better about it since i have been making less and less men as friends and making more women friends.

i want to say that curves, or any body shape, aren't trashy or too sexed up, they're just neutral forms that your body takes. you have little to no control over how your genetics and environment shape your bones and distribute your fat patterns aside from exercising in a way that keeps your body working and eating a nutritious diet to fuel you, so the shape of your body literally cannot have like. moral implications like trashy or slutty or sexed up or anything. i repeat that to myself when i look in the mirror every morning. my body is completely neutral no matter how it looks; my body is not the vessel that i, a formless brain, pilot around in the real world; my body is not a physical representation of me.. my body is just part of me, i am my body, my body is me, and anything my body looks like is how i look and that's how life is. i don't have to like how i look, i am allowed to be uncomfortable with it, but nothing is wrong with my body unless something physiologically about me is unwell (ex. joint pain, something is swollen or red, a medical issue basically) or is making me sick or unable to function. if it's something i can't control and can't change drastically without surgery or severely under- or overeating, like my boob size, butt size, thigh gap size, the shape of how my bones fit together and how my muscles and fat lays on top of the bones, then i just do the stupid therapy thing where instead of thinking negative thoughts i think a different thought and don't let myself ruminate on the negative ones i'm fixated on. for example, "my strong healthy non-starved body lets me play my trumpet very loudly and march strongly with force; underneath my gigantic ribcage is a gigantic set of lungs" or "my strong healthy non-starved body lets me go on bug hunts often without getting as tired and weak and needing to stop because now it's full of food that fuels me all day long and i eat like a cavewoman who was built to endurance hunt and gather trinkets all day" and one that i'm sure not many can relate to is "my healthy body lets me sweat now so i don't overheat and although sweating may be unpleasant and very uncomfortable it lets me know i'm alive and that my body is working correctly" and then i try my best to move on with my day

another thing i do is i pay A LOT of attention to the women around me who i look up to and respect; what do they look like? do i ever notice their weight or their curves and feel negatively towards them and have diminished respect towards them or feel disdain towards them? or do i feel a kinship with them if i do ever happen to notice, like "oh she is like me in that regard"? there has never been an instance where i have felt negatively about a woman in my life or lost any respect for her because of her shape, curves or no curves. i'm much more concerned about other things tbh, especially as i get older. idk how old you are nonnie, but in my experience it's very easy to be "boyish" anorexic when you're in your teens and like at the oldest 19 years old... even without synthetic female hormones (birth control) being added to my body, and even with a hormonal imbalance, at about 21 i started rly "growing up" and that's when i got hips and a little bit bigger boobs (still A cups nonetheless) and put on a bit of a belly pooch even when i was still way too underweight. those are just parts of a woman that exist on our bodies naturally and there isn't any judgement to be ascribed to them. every professor, every janitor, every coach, every grown 21+ student walking around my campus (and town!) looks like that regardless of what shape or size we come in. naturally underweight, naturally overweight, neither, curvy, blocky, straight as a board/fridge, regardless of what shape that's just how women are shaped i think. i wouldn't ever judge another woman for looking the way i look, i wouldn't judge another woman for her shape Ever, regardless of what i think her circumstances are, so by that logic i ought to apply that to myself.

another thing that brings me comfort, and you may not believe me with this one but im serious; nobody notices all the things you notice about yourself anywhere NEAR as much as you do. ppl who have known me for 4 years think im 120 pounds (i am 30 pounds heavier than that and they are always in disbelief when i tell them that) and always have no idea i have a small potbelly until i lift my shirt and show them. it's like one of my biggest insecurities in the world and literally no one knows or cares which is insane to me. if i ever get sad about it i tell myself that's where i keep my ovarian cyst at + all my air for when i sing/play instruments and it will go away with time as i get more gains and start eating right again

and nonny!!!!! "slender/stick with no shape" is still just as much of a shape as "feminine/curvy" ! male is not the default no matter how much society wants u to believe that i promise......... there is nothing wrong with the way women's bodies are this is how we have existed naturally for thousands of years since we first got here. our bodies are just as neutral as men's bodies are. it took me a long long time to feel this way about myself and about my body and about the human body in general and recovery is never linear, my outlook changes every day and i have good days and bad days and some days i absolutely just will not go outside because i don't want anyone to look at me. but those have been far and few between lately

i love u very much anon. food definitely tastes better than how skinny feels. living life freely feels better than looking perfectly skinny in an aesthetic outfit. aesthetic outfits are for 1 day. aesthetic outfits and a skinny slender form will be in pictures and they will only last in the pictures. i don't want to scare you but you will either die like that (very slowly) or you will get very unwell and realize you have to choose recovery and you will have to gain it all back slowly and you will have to choose yourself everyday. idk. i put myself through so much agony that i didn't have to go through and looking back on those pictures im thinking in my head. what was all that for? i felt better then but it's so scary to me now. i looked so sick it makes me so sad for little me. i wish she could have lived a life where she wasn't preoccupied with being perceived as a sex object and could have lived free like i do now. BUT WE THRIVE. I BELIEVE IN YOU NONNIE I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH

[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)

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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.

[yorshie]

question! question! i have a question! 🙋 pick me!

which fic have you written do you think deserves more attention? i wanna know 👀

oh no that was pretty much the opposite of humble for me wasn't it? lol

To clarify, I fully understand WHY this fic is not popular, I just LOVED writing it. Like, idk if I've ever had so much fun writing a fic before. It just spat itself out of my keyboard, I never went back to see if there were any typos or anything like that, but whenever I reread it I still get a stupid little silly smile on my face.

Gunny - Sabatoge - its a star wars fic, set in the time of the resistance not the rebellion, and it was a "lets see if I can write a different way" sort of exercise. Might have been Heavily influenced by the Beastie Boys. Maybe.

I had so many plans for Gunny. He was gonna pop up in the background as an easter egg reoccurring character, but I got out of the star wars fandom pretty quick.

[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 :)