#and on top of all of that I still have school work to do 🥴

[slythernnn]

Realizing how many things I have to do this month

[arminsumi]

can i get an eager, inexperienced gojo? he is probably so silly and loving during sexy time but he still acts like a horndog, not sure where to touch, kinda nerv but tryna cover it up bc he’s the strongest sorcerer, ofc he’s been with so many ladies before!!!! (he hasn’t but he doesn’t want YOU to know that)

love your works as always stay safe💗💗💗

AIN'T NEVER DID THIS BEFORE, NO.

𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 — 五条悟

NOTE: this made me think of that j. cole song so i looped it while writing all 2.3k of this fic 🥴 i hope u like what i did!! mwaaa smooches!! hope ur well <3

🔞 mdni / 18+ content

SUMMARY — Gojo's saved up his virginity ever since he met you, savoring every wet dream through the years until he finally got the real thing in a hotel room in Okinawa.

WARNINGS — fem reader, n.sfw content, profanity, pre-established relationship

SMUT WARNINGS — virginity loss, light dirty talk, nicknames (good girl, sweet girl, daddy), Gojo's so nervous and inexperienced wheee😩💗, protected sex/condoms used, multiple rounds (2), kitty eating, giving him head, fluffy ending scene, lmk if i have missed smth and pls overlook errors i'm slepy asf it's 2am

Wordcount ≈ 2.3k

Playme ♪ wet dreamz

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 — サクランボ ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

You can’t miss the way his Addam’s apple shifts up and down when he swallows, or the way he gawks when you wiggle out of your clothes and toss them off the side of the hotel bed.

Where are my hands supposed to go?

He’s thinking that while haphazardly squeezing a large handful of your hips and hotly kissing your neck.

This has been his long-anticipated dream come true… see, Gojo Satoru met you in high school. And the first thing he thought to himself was I want her to take my virginity. So, he had promised himself that one day, when he was older, he was gonna give it to you.

All his cheeky flirting and dirty jokes got him here, in this room of some dreadfully expensive hotel in Okinawa. Yes, he’s cheesy, as cheesy as he was when he used to lean over his desk during high school to whisper dumb pickup lines into your ear; he requested rose petals and wine. He had the lights dimmed. He laid you down with kisses right on top of those strewn petals.

Crazed, feverish, eager, overwhelmed; he was bursting with a bunch of feelings – predominantly horniness. He’s always had that horny twang about him, he was unashamed about it around you – it’s what got you hot for him in the first place, the fact that he was so bold with his dirty jokes and naughty hints.

But now he’s struggling to find his words. Now that smart mouth is sparsely throwing out witty remarks. Now he was heavily relying on comedy to ease his nervousness and mask his inexperienced movements.

He let you roll on top and savored each kiss that you pressed down his chest – heaving, he was heaving and hot already and all the two of you had done so far was romantic French kissing and tentative touches across each other’s bare skin.

The heat of your flushed cheeks seared his lower abdomen.

How low is she gonna go – oh my god what do I do – play it cool – oh my god is she actually – wow this is really happening.

Such a mess of goofy thoughts passed through his mind when you pressed a testing kiss to his glistening cockhead. Giving the slit a lick made his shoulders scrunch up, and his voice shook a bit, “Shit, baby, you don’t have to do that if you don’t w – want to… oh fuck…”

“But I’ve wanted to suck it so bad, I’ve thought about it so much.” You batted your eyes at him.

His stomach flipped.

“O-okay… ” he breathed. In the back of his mind, he was self-conscious about sounding like a virgin… because he totally was. And he wasn’t masking it very well when you started kissing and licking on his cock.

Feling your tongue swirl circles around his bulbous head, then swiping the underside, nearly made him bust right there. It took every bit of this strong boy’s strength to hold it in. And there was a lot to hold in.

“Oh that’s so fucking good.” He moaned.

You lowered your lips down his slickened cock, the warmth and texture of it delighting your tongue. Taking in his scent, his taste, his sounds – when you hollowed out your cheeks and suctioned your lips around him, he let out an uneasy moan. He was really gonna bust right there in your mouth if he didn’t tell you to ease up.

“B-baby, you’re so good at that – but – but fuckkk – slow down f’me…” he pleaded, big hand coming to the back of your head as you slid off his cock – that also almost made him bust. Oh god, you unknowingly edged him. Maybe you knew that, because you giggled at the way his cock jumped and visibly twitched after popping your lips off of it.

“Sorry, you good?” you asked him sweetly. He looked at you through lust-glazed eyes, his lower lip glistening with a bit of drool.

“ ‘m okay – fuck come here and get on your back. ‘Wanna do that to you too.” He commanded you, eagerly shuffling positions.

He lowered his face between your legs, marvelling at the shiny wet sheen smeared across your inner thigh. A thin web of juice connected from your hole.

“Sorry, I know it’s rude to stare.” He chuckled, joking to lighten his nerves. But earning a laugh from you made his heart flutter before he dove right into it – now here’s where you realized something.

He was inexperienced. Totally. Sweetly so. His tongue flicked and darted around, swiping along your slit, gathering your juices like he was thirsty. The way he licked you up felt like he was some college boy giving his crush head in a lucid dream.

But if there’s one thing you know about Gojo Satoru, it’s that he can do anything he tries. You started out giggling and squirming on his face, and ended up squealing his name and arching your back. Switching between suckling at your clit and lapping at your folds and slipping his buttery tongue into your hole – he was having fun figuring it out.

And my god, he had the biggest, smuggest, most smackable grin on his face when he made you cum.

“W-wipe that grin off your face.” You panted, half-dazed from your orgasm.

His grin only grew wider. Now he was feeling a bit cocky, a little high on a sugar rush of confidence because he just made the girl of his dreams cum from a little amateur tongue-fucking.

“You musta really wanted it bad, huh?” he teased, crawling up to meet your face and pressing a few wet, sloppy kisses to your awaiting lips. You could taste yourself, and he was conscious of that – and it made him almost bust on your tummy. You felt his cock jumping and twitching and throbbing against your skin.

“Don’t get all smug now…” you muttered.

His plumped, flushed lips hovered over your face. “Thanks for the meal.” He whispered jokingly, wiping your juice off his cheek with his thumb and suckling it off.

“Hahaha what!” you broke out laughing. “You’re ridiculous!”

He ran his tongue over his lips to tease you, “Tasted better than in my dreams.”

Now that made you flush hotter underneath him. Because for some reason, it hadn’t occurred to you that he had wet dreams of you. But he did. And he was too embarrassed to admit the number – it was big. He dreamed of you a lot. Especially taking you from the back… so naturally

“Turn around f’me, please?” he asked, “I wanna see you from the back.”

Your lack of hesitation to switch positions for him made his heart thump.

“Good girl…” he muttered under his breath, unsure of how you’d take the nickname. But hearing your giggly hum and seeing your hips wiggle up to his pelvis reassured him that you liked it.

So he engulfed you from behind, “You like that?” he whispered into your ear, big hand smoothing over the curves of your body to get a good feel of it. “Want me to call you a good girl?”

You nodded into the plush pillow, “Yes please. I like it.” You mumbled into the fabric.

“Can’t hear you, speak up.” He smiled against the shell of your ear teasingly. “Daddy’s hard of hearing.” He joked.

You rolled your eyes at his dumb goofiness. For some reason you thought it would switch off in the bedroom, but no – he was just as much as a dumb good in and out of bed.

“ ‘call me your good girl, please. I like it.”

His cock twitched. He’d started rubbing and pressing his cock into you from the back. The way your thighs and plush little pussy hugged him was better than any dream – lucid or not. And he’s had a lot of lucid wet dreams of you. Of this, specifically; taking you from behind. In his dreams, he’s pounding into you so good that you cream and cream and cream all over him. He just hopes he can actually achieve that in reality.

When he lowers his hands and fists his cock a bit before running the head between your folds, a pang of nervousness strikes his chest. That feeling came over him – that realization that oh, I’m gonna have my first time.

“So pretty…” he compliments, one hand soothingly caressing around your pussy.

To you, it almost feels like he might have done this before – you’re not sure – with the way he lightly smacks his cock on your hole, and the way he tests your smallness by slipping his tip in and out, you think he’s probably got at least a bit of experience under his belt.

But no. No, not at all. Not even a little bit. In fact, before you, he only kissed two people – and the first didn’t count to him because he hated it, and the second also didn’t count apparently because he was just practicing with Suguru in anticipation of kissing you one day.

“Fuck me…” he hissed through his gritted teeth when he finally sunk more than his tip through your hole.

“Fucking didn’t expect it to feel this good…” he thought out loud. “Might bust right here… fuck.” He blurted, then proceeded to boyishly blush.

Little hole squeezing on his virgin cock, hips wiggling back to meet his pelvis and take him deeper, you pawed behind you to feel him. “Baby, I-I gotta tell you something.” He begins embarrassedly, the nervous twang in his voice is so unfamiliar that you look back at him. “I’ve never done this before…” after he said that he sucked in a breath through his teeth at the feeling of your hole tightening and untightening.

You blink at him, and he’s worried for a split second before you smile sheepishly and tell him that he’s your first, too. Well, that little fun fact is what made him snap his hips against your ass and start fucking into you like he was some sort of crazed animal. He felt dizzied with the rush of pleasure, so stirred by the feeling of your pussy sucking his cock – there was no comparable thing in the world to him right then. He was definitely gonna become a sex-crazed fiend after this night, he thought. Absolutely. How could he not?

“S’toruuu – right there right there!” you cried out his name with such a pretty, strained voice that it made him want to tell you he loves you.

“Here? You like it here?” he hit that spot harder and harder, the squelching sound so dirty that you almost felt ashamed for a second. “My good girl gonna cum like this? Yeah? F-fuck t-t-tell me when you’re close ‘cause I’m close – really fucking close – fuck fuck fuck ahhh ‘gonna cum!”

He’s driving into that sweet spot while he cums, spilling a warm creamy mess into the condom – completely falling to pieces. Gojo’s always been inclined to obsessing over things, and he knows right then – when he cums with your quivering pussy sucking him in – that he’s gonna be obsessing over sex with you after this.

“Keep goinggg ‘m gonna cum too, please!” you whimpered from underneath him. He heard you, he was attentive even though he was panting and dazed. His thrusts got sloppy and he weighted on your body more heavily, you could feel his heartbeat.

“Good girl – g-good girl, rub your pretty clit. Want me to do it for you? M’kay sweet thing, lemme get you there – ah yeah? That feel good? You like daddy’s fingers toying with this pretty pussy? Oh fuck you’re gonna cum aren’t you?” he breathed all that into your ear and it absolutely destroyed you, especially with how those intense blue eyes piercingly stared down at you from behind.

“Get that relief, pretty girl – cum all over me. Fuck, there we go – oh wow…” he hit another sweet spot, feeling you gush and writhe under his imposing frame got him close again. “Fuck, baby – just a second, j-just a second ‘m gonna get ‘nother condom, n-need to fucking cum in that pussy again.” He pulled out quick, fingers struggling to free his cock of his already filled lil’ rubber. Squeezing into another one was one of the fastest yet most frustrating things he’s done in a while – oh, you just know that he’s gonna ditch the condoms as soon as you give him the green light to do so. Patience, he thought. He’s gonna need patience and a lot of rubbers.

“Ah fuck me! Satoru!” you arched your back when he re-entered.

“ ‘m gonna cum again, baby – fuck – s-sorry is it too much?” he breathed into your neck. Sweat beaded down his torso, down his thighs – both your bodies pricked with just enough sweat to make it erotically uncomfortable.

You barely managed to tell him that it wasn’t too much because of the way he was sloppily hitting his cockhead into your pussy. Feverish, dazed, pussy-drunk and love-drunk, you felt his hot lips nibbling at your shoulder, then he unexpectedly sank his teeth into your skin. It wasn’t sore, but those canines were a bit sharp.

Muffled moans on your skin sent a shiver down your back, one that travelled to your ass and thighs.

Rolling off to the side, panting and laying exhausted and unmoving.

“Fuck.” He muttered as if to say that was mind-blowing.

“Fuck.” You agreed.

“And ya didn’t even tell me you were a virgin!”

“You didn’t tell me, either!” you giggled, rolling into his embrace.

“But it’s hot if the girl is a virgin!”

You laughed with him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked.

He stayed silent for a little while, pulling you closer and caressing your shoulder. The two of you stared up at the ceiling.

“It’s embarrassing.” He admitted. “There was a time I wanted to lose my virginity just so that when I finally got to you, I’d be able to please you better. But I’m glad I waited…”

“Mmm really?” you hummed, he felt your smile print on his chest.

“…yeah.” You could hear his little smile in his voice. “I’m glad I gave it to you.”

[javierpena-inatacvest]

She's Alive?!? (Alive may be a stretch LMAO)

HEY FRIENDS, IT'S ME 🥹 (Madeline fills y'all in below the cut)

Safe to say from the absolute radio silence on here for the past month and a half, life has been absolutely kicking me right in the tits. As of today (after telling my principal), I am officially done with teaching at the end of this school year. It's been the strangest feeling ever- while it is such a huge relief to know the tremendous amount of physical and mental stress that teaching has been for me is only 15 days away from coming to an end, it also hurts to think that the thing I once had so much passion and love for has burned out so quickly. I've been having such a hard time coming to terms with the fact that teaching isn't where I want to be anymore, and the teacher guilt in me about it is still eating me alive.

This school year has been so draining for me that the past month I have done the same routine every single day as followed: Wake up, cry going into work, try to make it through the day without having a mental breakdown from kids screaming/ridiculous parent emails/insane requests from the district/one of my kids threatening to bring a gun to school (yes, this did happen, and yes, it's the 3rd grade!!! 🙂), cry on my way home from school, look for jobs and change my resume for the thousandth time and cry again bc no one will hire me, and then go to sleep and do it the next day!! On top of that, I've just been dealing with a lot of other big life things that have taken up so much time/mental energy, I am legit crawling to the finish line that is the last day before summer break.

I will be completely honest with you when I say that I legit have not opened a Google Doc for NTL in a month and a half, and truth be told, I don't know the next time that I will. I truly do miss being on here and all of the wonderful people, and I feel terrible that I have been no where to be found. Thank you to everyone who's sent me a DM or an ask to ask if ya girl is okay, I really appreciate you more than you know 🥺💛

I'm really hoping the summer brings some new peace/inspiration to start writing again, but please know if you don't hear anything from me in the near future, either know 1. I didn't make it out of the school year alive or 2. I am sitting in the sun like a lizard on a hot rock letting all of the stress dissolve from my body until I start to feel like a normal human again 🥴

I love all of you so much, I hope that everything in all of your lives are going well and that I am giving each one of you a big kiss on the forehead and sending you all of my love 🥺💕

ALSO Y'ALL BEST BELIEVE I AM CELEBRATING MY LAST DAY OF SCHOOL WITH A CORONA BC PEDRO WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKK 😩

[hotluncheddie]

New anon here... I've been thinking about the government shoving Eddie into witness protection without letting him say goodbye to the rest of the group, which is a real bummer Steddie-wise because they were definitely headed towards something. So Eddie is like, in the suburbs of Chicago or somewhere under the new name Nathan Edwards or something, gets a slave wage job at a Scoops Ahoy, and proceeds to eat his feelings.

A couple years later, Steve is passing through the area, sees the Scoops, and thinks what the hell, he's doing pretty well for himself these days at whatever "fuck you dad I can make it on my own" career he ended up choosing, he can go in and tip some fresh outta high school kid the way he'd always appreciated back in his Starcourt days. And wow, the guy behind the counter definitely isn't a teenager, but he does look familiar...

:0 anon!!!!!

i’m hoping by saying he eats his feeling in the ice cream shop that we’re on the same page here… (bc oof 🥴👹)

but ugh witness protection is so sad omg but big hurt/comfort possibilities maybe i think i think

they make them leave straight out of the hospital, him and wayne and one box of stuff each. they give them new names, a new place, set wayne up with a new job. but it’s not the same, nothing is, never will be. eddie has to cut his hair, thankfully not a buzz cut but he hasn’t had his curls sit above his ears in years. it’s the thing that makes his feel most strange, he thinks - not recognising himself in the mirror.

recovering physically took a long time, mentally, just as long. but eventually he needs to be around people again, needs money, a routine. the scoops job started as kind of a joke and then he realised it was the place he applied with the easiest commute and the owner was a really chill dude at the interview and then it really wasn’t a joke anymore. eddie worked a scoops ahoy. the pay is whatever but the work is fine and with wayne’s wage they more than get by and while it’s boring, it also kind of feels like breathing room, time to slow down and learn about himself again, after everything.

after a while eddie is actually kind of digging the sailor outfit, gives him an excuse to be kind of silly and get away with way more with customers that he should. like you can’t really get mad at him, not dressed like that, not when he still gets the orders right. it feels like a character, he’s the bard, the jester, and one day he’ll break free but for now - he enjoys the free icecream.

it started small, employees are allowed one item in break and he usually went for a soda, then that changed to a milkshake or a cone. and then one night he was closing and it was right by wayne’s birthday and there was a quarter of a tub set to be thrown out. and, well, eddie thought, why not take it home?

then the new monthly schedule comes out and since most of the part timers are younger and he has his (new) van it’s got him set to closing alone most shifts. fine by him, one hour of pay where he can blast his walkman while he cleans, best case scenario even.

he was also in charge of making sure the tubs were correctly filled ready for the openers and that meant throwing out the near empty ones. so near empty that that kid in eddie seems to rear up and remind him of all those times they couldn’t afford icecream, why let it go to waste? he always did have a sweet tooth.

so most nights his routine after work is to get home, have dinner with wayne, get high, watch some tv or read or listen to music and most notably polish off whatever ice cream and ‘only just out of date so still definitely good’ toppings he’s managed to squirrel home.

that last bit is notable because it’s been a year of working there, just under a year of this new routine, and eddie’s had to size up his once baggy uniform.

he’s kept definition in his legs and arms since his job is running around and scooping frozen shit. but now he’s padded with a layer of chub and his stomach is padded with a lot more than that, having bared the brunt. his cheeks have also rounded and his thighs and ass are honestly looking better than ever.

and with everything so new that’s been forced on him, this new at least feels like his. he knows how it happened, he’s not dumb, and yeah sometimes he ate just to wallow but he enjoyed every fucking bite of that ice-cream. and yeah he knows the red stripes that streak up his sides and push agains the waistband of his shorts aren’t everyone’s idea of desirable but, this is him now. everything else in his life is new, may as well have a new body to go with it. and to be honest he finally feels like he’s recognising himself in the mirror now. this new guy he’s had to become, there are ways that it’s still his.

but god does he miss everyone. not a day goes by he doesn’t think of home, his friends, his life, the people he almost died with. steve. so every night he gets high and eats ice cream and feels his belly swell that little bit more. sometimes he cries, sometimes he laughs but he’s alive and he has wayne and they’re safe. so every night he eats icecream.

-

steve moves to chicago with robin. he’s in school to be a physical therapist, robin studying italian. they moved just outside the city because it’s cheaper, a nice little neighbourhood. hes getting by, he works at a gym and helps with some of the classes, it’s decent pay and fun and he’s getting more and more days where that darkness feels far away, his rain cloud isn’t so thick. he’s doing it, surviving. living, even.

but, every day he misses eddie munson.

he’s out jogging when he spots it, taken a new route and made it to a strip of stores he didn’t know were there. with a scoops ahoy. just like summer of ‘83.

he laughs.

for old times sake and knowing robin will get a kick out of it he head in inside. thinks the 20 in his sock is more than enough to have spare for a tip that should brighten whatever kid is working the counter. surely they don’t still have the same unifo- nope, they do, and the guy at the counter looks much closer to steve’s age than the high schooler he expected. he’s cute. big eyes, nice hands.

-

eddie’s frozen. there’s a spectre in his store. steve’s staring at him. eddie’s stares at steve. eddie’s suddenly filled with anxious energy, unsure how to process what’s in front of him. tugs at his shirt out of habit, smooths the fabric down over the plush of his stomach, readjusts his hat that doesn’t need readjusting, bounces on his toes. what the fuck.

and eddie sees that steve doesn’t quite recognise him with his rounder features and shorter hair. he can’t wear his rings to work (they’re different, gold but still chunky) and, obviously steve’s never seen him dressed like this, also probably never imagined eddie would have a belly like that.

the second thing that registers in eddie, after the initial shock, is feeling his stomach drop out in fear. for wayne. for their place. for his job… for steve.

he doesn’t remember what the rules were about contact with his past. but he’s pretty sure there were rules on it.

but then something flickers across steve’s face, a flash of lightning, and he’s moving, leaning across the counter and enveloping eddie in a hug. ‘oh thank god.’ eddie hears steve breathe, strained and relieved and so full of emotion eddie feels his throat close and his eyes burn. steve’s here. eddie squeezes back and breaths deep, he smells like sweat and hairspray and home.

his steve is here.

and all eddie can do is cling back.

they’ll have to figure something out. he can’t let go of this again.

[somany-fandoms-solittle-time]

Listen....

As someone who used to play piano, sing in choirs, and did Community Theatre I'd 100% serenade my fave (or any) Twst boys. Hell, I'd do it for the bit or as some type of prank! I might find any and all opportunities to sing/play songs from a range of decades to my boys.....

Imagine teasing Trey by singing Build Me Up Buttercup by the Foundations while he's baking for you ❤️ and seeing him shaking his head with an amused smile. As long as you help around the kitchen, and don't mind a playful chase or two with the ingredients, 🧁 he might be willing to join in with I Can't Help Myself (Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch) by Four Tops as you clean up the mess the two of you made.

Jokingly singing Hard Days Night by the Beatles with/at Ruggie after another long day of school, work, errands and babysitting.... 🌼 When finally you've got some time to just be in each other's presence. But even if the two of you can only get these small moments now, deep down Ruggie knows how lucky he is to love you. 🌠 Introducing Knock On Wood by Eddie Floyd would perfectly put words to just how lucky he is to have you.

Late at night, when Jamil finally has some time to rest, and finally being able to Serenade him in the moonlight 🌙 with Moonlight Serenade by Ella Fitzgerald. Sure, it's a little on the nose but he's still flattered. Save The Last Dance For Me by The Drifters would be another testament of how well you understood him; 🪭Jamil's first priority might be Kalim's by blood, but his biggest priority is YOU (and that's by choice).

Rook would be fascinated to know French songs on Earth like La Vie En Rose by Louise Armstrong! Even if you fumble through the words a little, as long as you show him the lyrics perhaps the two of you could work through it together.🌹He'd equally love hearing old Crooner songs like The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra.... And the way he looks at you while performing just about sets your heart on fire 🔥💕.

Old Man Lilia would appreciate just about any rendition of Dream A Little Dream Of Me considering his affiliation with 💭Diasomnia. But considering his love of music in general, along with the seemingly endless life he's already had up until he finally got to meet and fall for you 💘, At Last by Etta James would be almost too perfect.

(This wasn't perfectly done, but I LITERALLY couldn't sleep until I typed it all out. As you can tell my taste can lean kinda old school (because I was raised by a Baby Boomer) but I've also been listening to a lot of Jazz, Soul and classic musical numbers lately. These songs hold a lot of memories and nostalgia and I guess I just needed a space to project them on lol! And if you couldn't tell.... I fucking ADORE the Vice Wardens in Twisted Wonderland 💖😩🥰 These characters and so many others hold SUUUUUUCH a close place in my heart I literally can't.💜❤️ Lowkey, lemme know if anyone's interested in more songs that I associate (and dissociate singing to them lol) with these or any other characters!! It'd also be fun to try writing a drabble, ONE-SHOT, or full fic again 🥴😋)

- Aim's Ongoing Delusions 📜

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Please do the Chris Evans pottery fic! I legit have always thought about for years! Like him taking a night class or a private class for anxiety or hobby (that Scott guilted him to take) so he doesn’t get recognized and the reader (please preferably male) vaguely knows who he is and doesn’t care and teaches him and he falls in love with reader. Like a slow burn. Bro please I’m on my knees begging 🙏 your writing is god tier for Chris fics

related to this

First and foremost I have to say, goddamn, you really went back into the archives to find that post 💀💀 don't get me wrong, I appreciate the hell out of you for that but, also, oof, have I already been on Tumblr for 3 fucking years!?

What? When?

Second, I actually never thought too much about that idea haha. I just couldn't get past the idea of Chris using his hands in that way 🥴 because look, I'm much more of a sculptor than a potter, but it has never been lost on me (a) how much skill it takes to throw on the wheel, and (b) how fucking hot it can look lmao

So, because I never thought too deep about the idea beyond the look, I have to say That's A 👏🏻 Top 👏🏻 Notch 👏🏻 Idea 👏🏻

I love that idea, like:

Chris rolls up to a night pottery class with a baseball cap pulled down real low, trying not to be noticed, squeezing his shoulders in to be less big and noticeable.

You notice him though--he looks a little funny, trying so hard not to stand out and obviously not realizing that a long sleeve, chunky cardigan is 100% the wrong thing to wear when you're about to be playing with clay. But, you don't care about him being Mr. Movie Star (or dressed badly for this activity lol) because, obviously, if he's here for a class, he wants to learn

(Later you'll learn that Scott was the one to push him into it, telling him, lovingly, to quit just talking about beginning to work with his hands and actually Do It)

and so, he's gonna learn.

You are the teacher though, so... it's your duty to keep the secret that Captain America is in their midst.

(But that won't keep you from teasing him subtlety by asking him if he'd perhaps like a blue or red or clear glaze)

Chris might not pick up the skill of throwing as quickly as some of the others (mostly because he's never messed with clay before while many of the other students have even if it was years ago in high school or college or wherever), but he's dedicated.

He puts his all into learning throwing.

You learn quickly, instructing Chris, that he has this tendency to squeeze a little too hard and over-correct the clay. The strength he's got comes in handy with wedging clay and assisting in reconstructing the electric kilns by putting in the heavy shelves, but, when on the wheel, it's not about how hard you can press the clay, how hard you can squeeze it, or anything like that (unless you're working on huge, HUGE projects with massive amounts of clay... but, these students are not there yet). It's about letting your hands glide over the clay, it's encouraging the clay to stretch and compress delicately.

Pottery very much more finesse than force.

And you tell him that a lot in the beginning, "relax, for now, don't try to control it too much. Try to let go and just feel. Keep your elbows anchored in your hips and thighs, but, otherwise, stay loose and relaxed. Breath out. Sink into it, y’know? Relax."

Chris laughs, looking up at you from the little mound of clay he's been centering on his wheel head, "I didn't know this would be so... spiritual? I mean, shit, this feels like therapy."

"Ha," you say, "just be glad it's therapy and not Ghost."

Chris chuckles, "are those my only two options?"

"Right now, rookie? Yes." You point back at his unattended and still spinning wheel, "now, please put your nose back to the grindstone before I'm forced to saddle up behind you. I don't need to be shot in the streets before I get hands-on with my teaching"

You swear, under that cap and beard, Chris blushes. But. He also gets back to work, so... you can't be sure you're not just seeing things 👀

There are a lot of little moments like that throughout the class. Flirting. Maybe. Maybe not. Chris might just be that charming. You can't be too sure.

It's very charming to watch Chris pick up his wobbly creations after they've been put through the bisque kiln and laugh at their unstable bumps and lumps as he tries to set them flat on the table. Plus, when he sands his pieces, he murmurs to himself, talking about all the silly mistakes he finds. Nail marks. Dips. Bulges. Extra bits of clay he missed when trimming. You swear you hear him call himself a "meatball" once...

That is a challenge to not laugh at, but, you don't because you don't want him to know you're paying such close attention to him. (You can't have favorite students after all 😘)

And later, it's very sweet to watch him admire his first glazed pieces. He's very gentle with them, running his fingers back and forth, back and forth, over the smooth glaze. He seems to enjoy the smooth sensation.

Also, listen, I have no proof but I feel like Chris is gonna be the type of potter that gets Really Messy. Like, clay and slip all over his hands, of course, but also all up his forearms and flecks of it on his face and in his hair. His poor apron and shoes.

Also, I think Chris would be the type of potter that wipes their hands on their thighs over their apron 😮‍💨

Chris takes one class then another and another. He's getting much, much better.

But, he still looks like he's watching you perform magic when you quickly throw a vace or pie platter for a demonstration. It's really endearing. You'd love to see more of his face while watching you work, but, no matter how good you are at pottery, you can't do it without looking. Not yet... maybe someday, if you keep practicing.

And eventually, I'd like to think that you exchange numbers. Chris no longer takes your class and so it's fair game.

He comes over to your place and you cook a meal together because you already know each other well enough. So, you skip the more public dates that are better for strangers.

Chris seems mystified by the fact that ALL your plates, bowls, mugs, etc. are things you've made. Thrown on the pottery wheel. He just thinks it's very cool and personal. Also, he swears because of taking your class that he can't look at a factory-made plate or bowl or mug the same. They look so plain and lifeless now. In return, you tease that you'd offer to make him a set for his own home as a present (maybe for his birthday or Christmas) but, you're gonna insist that he at least try to make a set himself first.

And, hey, if he needs more encouragement maybe that Ghost option could come true...

Sorry, this is so short but I just had to get some real quick thoughts out between study sessions lol

Thank you so much for bringing this up again and thank you for reading!!

[renaultphile]

Alec and his TE Lawrence musings

Thank you @spudodell for actually making me go and look up 'Seven Pillars of Wisdom' to see if I could finally work out what Alec is talking about.

I’m not sure I have succeeded.

I always used to think that what Alec says about Ralph being 'used' was a bit over the top, but now, having read other fiction and essays about public school life in those days, I see what he means. The level of responsibility for someone who is barely an adult himself seems staggering, and, whereas I used to think Laurie was exaggerating when he said that Ralph had single-handedly pulled the house together, now I believe him.

But what has this to do with TE Lawrence? In SPOW it is this:

‘Complex men who knew how self-sacrifice uplifted the redeemer and cast down the bought,’

but the crucial second part of the sentence is missing from Alec's quote:

‘and who held back in his knowledge, might so let a foolish brother take the place of false nobility and its later awakened due of heavier sentence.’ 

I am still not confident I understand, but the context is his guilt over his part in deceiving the Arabs by helping them to revolt against the Ottoman’s on the promise of Arab independence. 

So at this point he doesn’t appear to be referring to Ralph as a 'complex man', but to the teachers, who knowingly used him and cast him aside, exploiting his innocence.  I had always assumed the quote was a direct comparison between TE Lawrence and Ralph, but it doesn’t seem to be at all.  Ralph is the injured party, conned into sacrificing himself for a worthless cause by cynical school leaders.

So far so good.  But then he later refers to ‘complex man and his mean spirit of self-preservation’, which is not in SPOW, and does seem to be referring to Ralph.  But then he refers again to Ralph’s ‘innocence’. 

I wondered if there was another source though, because the idea of Ralph trashing himself bit by bit is so vivid. I did find this in 'The Mint'

At this point TE Lawrence was hiding out in the RAF under an assumed identity and trying to rebuild himself. The 'jettison our realities' struck me!!

Interestingly, it was published in 1950, so Mary would have read it, but the TC boys not. I am pretty sure this is one of those references that is there to evoke a whole range of resonances. OK they didn't have Peter O'Toole yet, but he was still a romantic but tortured figure made famous by Lowell Thomas on his lecture tours.

Any thoughts guys?

Alec's pretty drunk at this point though 🥴

[zephfair]

@kelliealtogether Thank you so much for the tag! 😘 I was just looking at stats the other day, and it’s interesting!

How many works do you have on ao3? 58

What’s your total ao3 word count? 573,770

What fandoms do you write for? Currently The Raven Cycle. Previously Bleach, Teen Wolf, FF7, Da Vinci’s Demons, Bi no Isu, and Weiss Kreuz. And Tokio Hotel but those half-million words are on another archive. Still have a couple unfinished fics for most old fandoms except TH.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Creature Comforts Teen Wolf. weird Stiles-Derek meet-cute that got so popular (for me) that I wrote a second part.

Will You Accept This Rose? The Raven Cycle. My crack-filled little baby to get Ronan and Adam together on the set of The Bachelorette.

Friends make the best lovers Bleach. Ichigo and Grimmjow school AU.

Familiarity breeds contempt (and affection) Bleach. Ichigo and Grimmjow magic AU.

Fix Me Up Good Teen Wolf. Uuuuugh I can’t believe this ranks so highly 🥴 because it’s a stupid PWP I wrote literally just to see if my writing was any good because my stuff on the other archive never got much attention. It’s awful and I’ve thought many times about abandoning it, but I keep it to humble myself.😶‍🌫️

Do you respond to comments? I want to! I always do in my mind! I love and appreciate each comment more than you’ll ever know! Then I get busy irl and forget to come back and actually write down the damn response. 😖 By then, too much time has passed so my social anxiety kicks in and assumes that I’d be bothering or obnoxious, so I just don’t respond. Please forgive me. 😢 (PLEASE NOTE: I’ve received years’ old responses to my comments and they thrill me to my core! It’s awesome. I just figure I’d be upsetting the commenters so I don’t do it.)

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I don’t write angst, BUT I did write Sailing Off Anchor which is set between two episodes of Da Vinci’s Demons where they rip apart the two characters who’d finally come together (we all wished carnally) and worked so well together. So ofc, the storytellers tore them apart, put one back in his horribly toxic situation, and that was it for the best part of the series. How am I still so bitter?? So, yeah, my fic has a canonical ending so it’s not hopeful.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? All the rest of them. I want escapism when I read and write so I try to give the characters a … happy ending. 😉😏 Some more literally than others.

Do you get hate on fics? No, I’ve never gotten true hate, thank you all. I had one DVD reviewer who would ruthlessly critique my fics for plotting, pacing, OOC-ness, but they actually made some really good points, so if it was hate, it backfired.

Do you write smut? Yeah. 😏😘

Do you write crossovers? Yes, I have and I would again.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! For TH, translations into Spanish, Portuguese, and Russian, I think. For DVD, Russian.

Have you ever co written a fic? No, but I’d be possibly willing to try. I just have a very chaotic approach to writing that I’m not sure would be amenable to sharing. 😂

What’s your all time favourite ship? All of them! 🤣 I loved writing Leo/Riario for DVD, I loved writing Zack/Cloud for FF7, and I’m loving Adam/Ronan for TRC which is my only pairing that ever actually made it to canon.

What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Never say never! I was doing a multi-chapter re-write of DVD at one point, but I know I’ll never finish it because I don’t have the time or energy. And there’s only three or four of us still around, and unfortunately, I would need some external validation to ever take on a project that big again.

What are your writing strengths? N/A I just want to make readers smile, and I will feel thrilled if I make you laugh.🤣

What are your writing weaknesses? All of them? Probably can’t/won’t plot—just vibes. 😋

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I’m a sorry excuse for a language student, so I don’t even attempt to write in another language. There’s too much nuance needed that online translation can’t handle. In TRC, there’s a smattering of Latin here and there in fics I read, and that’s cool, but I truly appreciate when you add a translation in the text or foot notes. I won’t be googling that.

First fandom you wrote for? Weiss Kreuz, but I never posted it except on my locked LJ. The first fic I ever wrote then later posted was FF7 on FFN. The first fic I ever wrote then immediately posted was for TH. ...You can tell I have anxiety.😭

Favourite fic you’ve ever written? That’s like asking a parent to choose their favorite kid! I love so many of them for so many reasons and moods. Probably the one I’m most proud of is Sailing Off Anchor because I still feel like I hit the characters perfectly. For rom-com fluff, Will You Accept This Rose? because I got to write the silly scenes I could see so clearly in my mind. For sheer zany comedy (which seems to be what I’m leaning toward more these days) Special Delivery because it’s based on a true story, and it was so much fun to embellish it and put Ronan through things.😉🤣

I'm going to tag @flightspathfic @lizpaige and @mychemicalrachel but ONLY if you want to/have the time. 😘💖💖💖

[wonusite]

another idea for bestie minghao if u dont mind 🙈 having sex when he comes over, smoking into each other mouths while making out, forehead kisses every time you leave him, having your clit rubbed when u go to the cinemas, both of you taking naps as you cockwarm him, hands always on each other in dinners with friends, him sucking your tits whenever youre studying, him having a necklace of your initials. And literally EVERYONE thinking you’re dating 😭

bestie i’ll never mind getting these thotz, especially when it comes to bestie!minghao 🥴 since u popped off and i literally screamed into my pillow, let’s get into it.

hao isn’t much of a smoker, but when he sees it as another opportunity for you two to make out, he has to get into it. ofc he sits you on his lap, telling you how the smoke will be less harsh on his lungs if you shotgun. this obvs leads to a passionate make out session and eventually you two fuck on the couch.

it’s normal for him to hug you goodbye, always leaving you with a kiss on the temple, forehead, or even sometimes the back of your hand. all your friends watch with raised eyebrows but don’t say anything bc this is normal for you guys. (still it’s hard for them not to have a million and one questions.)

on one of the nights minghao can’t sleep despite being extremely tired from school and work, you decide to help him out and suck him dry. he’s still hard, so you get on top of him and cockwarm him, soothingly lulling him to sleep with your voice. ever since then, naps with his cock inside you warm cunt is a must. it’s around the same time he starts sucking on your tits to relieve the stress of you studying.

on a random day, minghao notices a necklace with your initials sitting on your vanity and just puts it on since it’s abnormally large. you don’t question it after you see him wearing it, and somewhere along the way it just becomes his necklace.

all your friends being too exasperated to try to explain the relationship between you two to any outsiders bc frankly, they don’t really understand it themselves. but it doesn’t matter bc you and bestie!minghao do and that’s all that matters 😫

[finniestoncrane]

Hi!! (it's that Ozzie anon back again 💜💜). Sorry for the radio silence over here, I got a bit sidelined by the agonies (grad school), but I was absolutely thinking about Oz the whole time. Like damn if I had Daddy Oz I wouldn't need to work two jobs - he wouldn't even hear of it (it's okay tho bc I actually really like them both, it's just a lot of work sometimes).

But enough about that! Following up on my previous music ask, I was wondering about your thoughts on what our beloved Oz thinks of the music that plays in the Iceberg Lounge? Like, if he's a mostly oldies guy (with the occasional hair metal of course 😄), how does he feel about the... uh... idk what genre to even call it... that plays at the lounge? Bc in the scene where he's up in the office-y room, you can still hear the base beat, so it's not like he can escape it entirely. idk if you have thoughts on this, but I was just curious if you did!

and thank you again for your super sweet responses to all my asks - your writing is just sooooo good and I love hearing your thoughts on the characters! (and if you come up with a nickname for me I'm quite certain I will love whatever it is ☺️)

anyway, I hope you're doing really well and that you have a lovely end to the week!

yours in Daddy Oz thirst, 💜💜

ah the agonies come for us all sweet peng-anon but kudos to you for getting through life without a daddy oz ;-; 🐧

i think he tunes out the music? like i think it's become like white noise to him. i bet sometimes when he's at home though he'll catch himself do-do-do-ing one of the like top 40 dance hits that they've got on repeat and he'll be like "catchy tune!" because he's a cutie ;-;

you are just the sweetest little thing and i love getting nice messages about my blorbos, and i'm sorry your nickname is peng-anon 🥴

i hope your week is wonderful, so impressive that you're in grad school, working hard and achieving educational stuff, you are a little star u-u 💜

[cinhomi]

hey rora :3 GUESS WHAT THE TA OPENED UP THE EVALUATION AGAIN!! because apparently everyone forgot to do it haha 😅 thanking whatever karma entity it is out there that decided to help me haha

the semester is finally ending tmr so I wrapped up all the projects today! the unspeakable joy I get from no more classes is unparalleled I swear. I hope yours is also ending soon and you get a break after finals!

I was listening to the live version of megaverse today and why. why is it so sexy. especially the part where Chan yells JUMP FORCE its not as obvious in the mv but something about the live version just kicks my ovaries

the reigning king of all title tracks, however, is thunderous in my opinion. it's even sexier than red lights imo because it's so effortlessly sexy. the beats, the lyrics, EVERY SINGLE PART OF THIS SONG. is so complex yet flows together so seamlessly and I'm convinced this is the most skz song to ever skz. the raw power of it...from changbin's rap at the beginning to felix's part...chan's vocals...the lyrics. I think thunderous will forever be one of my favourite skz tracks, if it's not my favourite already.

sorry for the random horny rant because I felt hot over after listening to thunderous 🥴 IDK ITS JUST LIKE SOMETIMES THE LITTLE THINGS SKZ DOES IS SO SEXY. esp when they're unconsciously doing it. I heard han jisung rapping in megaverse today and thought that with that tongue he'd be really good at eating pussy

incoming art! I feel like you'd really really like this one hehe :P a treat for our sweet rora :3

(https://www.instagram.com/p/C0PGKzCgABg/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==)

- titracha nonnie (thinking about jiddies, jighs, jaist, and channie)

it was me I manifested something positive for you and it worked 😎👉👉

also, I never corrected you idk why but I'm not attending university yet! I lost a year because I stayed home for personal reasons so I'm still at my last year of high school :") don't know if the school system is different in whatever part of the world you all are so I tend to be as vague as possible when I talk about academic paths and all. sometimes I wish I could live my uni life already, other times I'm glad I got a bonus year to think about my future and let myself have not as many responsabilities... but it was good for my mental and physical health so it was the right choice.

I don't know what to quote to reply. yes????? yes. I agree. don't know if it's THE Stray Kids song tho, because they're always changing, experimenting, growing. I've been with them for five years now and let me tell you, I can't decide a favorite song because every single one is different, every album kisses my heart in a different way, and I think this is Stray Kids' essence. a song that may be at the top for me is 3rd Eye but not everyone is ready to talk about her (yeah, her, my babe).

I can't breathe. oh my god nonnie YOU WANT ME DEAD????????YOU- I- THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR YOUR POOR LITTLE AURORA IM GOING INSANE I WANT TO TREASURE THIS ARTIST'S BRAIN AND FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

[appleofthemoon]

that’s true, that’s true :)) i still love both names though, they’re very cute. would you have any nicknames? like...app? kuro? wen? i don’t know!

oh geez, i know how you feel, balancing studies with other things...i’m commending you for looking out for your brother and cheering for things to get better for you personally as well too (and for things to get less stressful and all, and for you to get more rest). i also have bags under my eyes too...also, again, one liners with the designer bag thing! amazing. extraordinary.

oopsies, my bad ;))

yeah, me too. just like...oh well, no point in emailing staff about it cuz they’ll fix it whenever. tags, or i just wrote something most of my reader demographic doesn’t prefer (like my angst piece).

i think a lot of my drafts can count as very short blurbs and then i flesh them out. like i have a bullet list or i write a long sentence about the plot. hhhh you make my heart go dudududu cuz i love interacting and chatting with you! you make me feel so validated and seen on this platform. i love your ideas, so it’s a win win when we make a big story together. thank you though. i love reading your reblogs of my fics :,) my heart warms.

mmm, i see...i relate with the skin thing. really, only vaseline can help and i swear by how much of it i’ve used in my entire life, i think it’s safe to say my skin is made up of vaseline by now (it’s petroleum jelly). maybe you can try it, i hope it’ll help (unless by beauty products, you mean makeup, which i have no expertise in).

you should go next time (if you want) cuz it’s like a once-in-a-lifetime experience. i would totally want to go even if i was just a statue in front of them. just to say i did it and also to see them in person. but i understand your worries, i hope you can get the courage to meet up with them soon (and you’ll get the chance to and money too if those are needed).

omggggg, i’m ;_; thank you so much, it’s the biggest compliment to hear that kind of thing about my works. i’m on mobile so it’d be annoying to link stuff (i might go on a reblogging spree soon if i get the chance for my favorite blurbs of yours), but my faves that i can think of off the top of my head are shapeshifter! mingi, boxer! soobin, vampire! jaemin, and artist! niki.

hmm, i consider all my monikers as nicknames so i don't really seek one, if that even makes sense—

ajfgndjgn i didn't even mean to make that a memorable one-liner, it just came from the top of my head 🥴🥴 with him in face to face and me still stuck at home, i sometimes get worried about him but at the same time, i guess this can help him learn to stand up for himself

one day, one day we'll make this platform shake by having a collab—ofc it'll happen after i kick finals and school for being so hard on you. i always have plenty of fun when we interact so that's probably why i reply so quickly. istg i might break my keyboard one day from how hard i press the keys...

i think it's makeup that you have to buy in order to gain a ticket? idk, i was paying more attention to the stands they had on display rather than the products that the brand was selling sjsjejsjn

ooh we should go together so if one of us freezes, the other can gently guide them off the stage before security can get their hands on us—it's just annoying me a little because next month, skz is coming here for a fanmeet too, then in feb: enha concert, march: skz concert, so i'm yelling "SLOW DOWN WE'RE NOT AS RICH AS WE MAKE OURSELVES LOOK LIKE"

yay, yumi's not able to add links ~~ /j

actually... i'm thinking of doing a poll to see which concept(s) would readers like me to expand upon, but it feels like a risky move...

[mtnkat3]

Well... decided to do a little experiment.

As I am working on organizing & culling out the mess. I have a LAR Grisly .50 cal breach loaded, without the silencer. [It's safe.] sittin behind my couch in front of my grandma's singer 100+yo sewing machine.

Grinning. I use to have very nice decorating thank you very much! 😉😋🤪🥴🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

anyways.. decided to see if I could still do bicep curls with it. Both arms. Yep. Sure can! Lmao!

Now wh said it's about 42-50# like that. [I need to check web on that.]

But I wanted to see if I still could!

Oh. & no. I do not swing weight. That's a cheat, to me. Using centrifical force to go thru the entire range of motion is not being in control of the weight, it's using the weights momentum to do all the work for you. It's a cheat. Think I'm just old school on that. And because I have to be very careful I exercise slowly with weights. I really need to get back into one of the Anytime Fitness locations near me. Usually takes me time to go thru all the machines but I always went when nobody else was there, & cleaned after myself! Geeish!

Now when I was at the store, I was starting to get a wee bit ripped in my biceps. But even though I walked 5,000-13,000 steps a day while working there it was a grocery store floor & not a constant movement. Yes my coworkers called me wonder woman because I was the one helping the delivery drivers move around & place on rail trolley style carts the alcohol that I'd be stocking. Oh, & no that store did NOT use powered anything. The handjacks were manual. I was using my body's force to move 4, 5,000# pallets of milk with dairy products to stock on top. Usually stacked as high as it'd go. The whse was bad about that. couldn't get it thru the swinging doors to the customer floor!

Now USPS, that was high production. I lost 30# in 5 months. First time I was on my way back to my ideal weight! Only good thing about it!

It was filthy, 24/7/365. I was there.. Thanksgiving, Christmas, & valentines. And taxes. Ugh. But what I've learned is all that dust from cardboard & such packaging was horrible for my lungs. So. I can't get the exercise with work things really anymore. I have to do so separately. Sucks. But is what it is!

Anyways.. I still am strong, even though I'm chubby. I've always been strong. So now get back to the gym & work on my core & back. And I pray too my shoulders, to at least have some range of motion restored. [I miss swimming!] And stop feeling like an old lady! Geeish! So not me! I rather enjoy being the one that helps! I did learn my lesson about moving bags of soil though.🙄🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️ [4-100# bags] just.. a woman used to doing things myself.

Well.. back to it. As get in more supplies I am able to get things in storage bins & organized. [Keep/store/give to charity/sell/trash/burn.] This goes for clothes to dishes. Magazines to mattresses. [I could have a bunkhouse in the basement.🙄🤦‍♀️]

I'm sure most people use cardboard & boxes from alcohol stores. But I know those boxes too well. Then there's also I'm looking for long term storage, not a quick fix. I am a planner & organizer by nature. I will have everything in clear, labeled sterilite bins & be able to just pull whatever down I need. I've been planning this since 2013. Now I am finally having God's Blessing to get it done! Hallelujah! Thank You Jesus!

Back to it!

Wherever.. whomever.. you are.. I love you . Missing you rips into my soul everyday.

Please God? Help me?

Patience & work daughter.

Sigh.

I work as I await.

~True love never dies & true love always waits!.~

But I pray you can, & want to!, forgive me for asking it of you! It's on my mind daily. And has been some lightbulbs recently too. I long to make amends.. bowed.

Your.. humble frustrated impatiently patiently waiting.. complex quirky warrior queen daughter.

~Tijgeress kat Phoenix. 🌺🐾🐯✝️

🤓👩🤭😏☔😔🙊🙈🤦‍♀️🙇‍♀️⚓🙏🙇‍♀️🌂🔗

⛓🧰⚙🏗🧱⚒🛠⚔⚖🗽🦅🕊

🥧🍁🧣🥾🍋🥤🥨🥮🍯🍼☕🍫🍎🍑🍒

🐯🐾🐐🦉🐢🐛🦋🌱🌺🌹🌻🌷🌳🧶🧵

⌚💡⚡🌠🚀🗝🔱⚜💝🐻🦌🧩♠️♾🎯🧭🕯💋

Tu.11.8.2022 5.06pm est.

[yandere-romanticaa]

The idea got popular so here it is, the twst boys’ prefered body type! Be sure to take this with a grain of salt however, these are just my opinions and headcanons. They would all still love you regadless of your appearance! TW for low key misogyny lmao, maybe even some feeding kink? Also implied female s/o, but not necessarily.

This also didn't quite turn out to be about body types but IDC I'M TIRED 😴

HEARTSLABYUL :

Riddle cares about your health to an obsessive degree and he will want you to be proportional in every sense of the word. He wants you to be the best version of yourself, therefore he won't allow you to be neither overweight or underweight. He'll spoon feed you himself if he must, your health really is top priority to him. He doesn't really have a preference due to this. He does have a soft spot for delicate hands and legs though.

Trey, oh God Trey, I'm sorry but the two of you are literally in your late teens/early twenties but y'all are gaining weight like an old married couple, it's so precious!! 😭😭 He really likes to spoil you with sweets and he has a hard time saying no to you, he just wants to spoil you, okay? 🥺 He says that he has no preference but that's a lie, he likes to see you gain more weight and become a bit more chubby over time. If he's in the mood he'll even squeeze your belly but he won't be mean about it! Softness is his weakness, especially if he was the cause.

Cater, I can see him going in several directions but rn I feel like being mean, he is SHALLOW lmao. He really wants you to look good for all of his photos and he'll guilt trip you if you don't work out and eat well. He'll join you sometimes, maybe! I also see him being into someone that's shorter than him, he really likes to look down at you because it's just so cute to him.

Ace - THIS BULLY, THIS AWFUL, MEAN BULLY!!! No matter what you do or how hard you try Ace will poke fun at you and he won't hold back. You're skinny? Wazzup twig, go eat something! You're bigger? YOOOOOO piggy, go take a nice long run, it could do you some favors! If you're a girl, if you have a flat chest? Boooo, you're not trying hard enough! Big chest? You little slut, you're in an all boys school, you ought to dress more appropriately! You're a guy and you're not built like a brick house? God damn you are WEAK, he could take you on right there and then! He's mean, mean, MEAN! In reality he is shallow too and he'd really like it if you were ✨sexy✨ but you're always cute to him. He just won't say it out loud though!

Deuce is not super picky in my opinion, but I think he'd really like it if you had some cake 😫🥴 He's a pervert that stares, and he'd love to grab your ass and just grope it!

SAVANACLAW :

Leona wants you to have a soft chest and not to be too bony. You'll be his personal body pillow and he really wants to use you, but he can't do that if your bones keep poking him. I also see him really liking nice and smooth skin, it just catches his eye.

Ruggie, grrrrrr he'd die if you were taller than him but that's quite sexy to him. Look down at him and tell him what to do, he's there to obey. Just don't push it too much, k?

Jack would be so happy if you were an athlete and a good amount of muscle on you. He has a lot of stamina and energy and he would love to go on long runs with you! He just loves to work out with you and I can't see him with a couch potato.

OCTAVINELLE :

I'm sorry but I feel like this entire dorm would be just straight up chubby cashers 😭 Azul would look at you and he would just !!!!!!!!!!!!

Gorgeous, beautiful, let him touch you, please let him touch you!!! He's so handsy he cannot control himself even if his life was on the line.

The tweels? BULLIES, but not as bad as Ace. They'll tease you but they will stop at some point and then they suddenly switch to being really doting and sweet. They don't mean what they said, they just like to see you flustered!

SCARABIA :

Jamil - HIPS, HIPS MAKE HIM 🤤🤤🤤🤤 Hips, thick thighs !!!!!!! You could crush him and he might just thank you with the faintest of smiles on his face. He's blushing like mad but he wouldn't trade it for the world. He's also an ass man, don't @ me

Height is irrelevant to him

Kalim, precious baby. You're literally so beautiful to him regardless how you look. You could be wearing a trash bag and his heart would still burst with joy. He's the type of guy that will tell you look gorgeous in all of your outfits but you just want to hear some consecutive criticism 😭

POMEFIORE :

Vil and Rook are similar to Riddle. They want you to be the best version of yourself, but there is a certain shallowness from Vil's side. He's greedy and selfish, he wants to destroy you and build you from the ground up, you are his personal project that must be done perfectly. There will be no blemishes, those are ILLEGAL. Weight? He controls your diet strictly. Clothes? Exactly the same.

Epel on the other hand... Girly girl. Be cute, be helpless, BE SHORT, wear skirts, let him feel like a man god damn it. Big boobs would be nice to squish though ♥️

IGNIHYDE :

Idia has been spoiled by anime/games and if you don't look like that he'll bully you too. He'll force you to wear skimpy clothing when it's just the two of you, he doesn't care if you hate it, you will wear it. Maid costumes + CAT EARS, he's on the ground sCREAMING (feel free to remove that s! 😏)

The problem is, most people just do not look like generic fantasy babes and he's an incel because I said so, and by default that just makes him out to be a MASSIVE prick, ESPECIALLY if you're a girl. Everything you do to him is a tease, you are literally just breathing in the same air as him and in his head that must mean that you want to be with him. But yes, ideal body = BIG BOOBS, tiny waist, BIG hips, just imagine the most basic, typical anime babe.

DIASOMNIA :

Malleus, I also don't see him as someone that fawns over your body all too much, but I can imagine him really enjoying the warmth of your chest, bonus points if you have boobs. Size is irrelevant, he wants to SQUISH them. Your neck is also something he likes to fawn over, that pretty neck that he gets to nibble on like a snack every single night. I also think he'd really like eyes that are just soft, full of love and light. He's weak for your eyes man.

Lilia is incredibly versatile, he's seen it all and he loves it all, he loves you. Tall? Amazing. Short? Hehehe, he can bully you!~ Although, I see him fawning over someone that gets sick easily 😭🤣 Therefore, be a little skinny, very weak, let him take care of you 😔 He keeps you docile this way, and pampers you like doll. Probably dresses you in lolita style dresses.

Silver is a tough guy and I can see him fawning over a dainty, feminine, sweet little thing that just needs his help with everything. Kinghtly duties run in his blood, he's used to servicing people, but you are a special kind of enjoyment.

Sebek, ugh. He wants to be like Riddle and Vil but he sucks at it. In reality he doesn't care, he just doesn't want you to get sick or anything like that.

♥️ TAGS: @sammo-writes-whatever, @cc-6789, @yanroma

[specialgrades]

"caught red handed." - miya atsumu.

omega!miya atsumu x top!reader

wc: 1.4k 🥴 oopsie daisy

summary: it's all bullshit. social higharchy my ass. but the sweet omega smell of the blonde miya twin and the flushed stare he gave you gets the setter in a very, interesting, position.

cw: con noncon, somnophilia, a/b/o dynamics, weed use/mentions, breeding, belly bulge, gangbang mention, voyeurism if you squint, degradation, light feminization (calling ass a cunt), mild dumbification, brat!atsumu if you squint

a/n: i do not remember the last time i ever published my work please bare with me lol. i've also only watched like two episodes of haikyuu. not proofread, its 9:00 AM and i haven't slept

IMPORTANT: I NO LONGER WRITE FOR HAIKYUU

it's all bullshit.

thats what you told yourself, watching everyone have their coming of age moments. alpha this, omega that. it was a crock of shit.

the social aspect at least. the physical aspect was all too real. the girls in your college algebra class talked about the different suppressors they were put on, and the boys bullied the few omega males in the locker room when their scent was overwhelming.

you couldn't really care for it. social higharchy was never something that interested you. your sister dubbed you a sigma when you shared this with her; thus yelling at her to fuck off.

it made sense. you could be an alpha if you really tried, but cared more about getting high than being an upstanding citizen. it was alright, you didn't mind.

spring was hell for everyone. people often missed school and work for one reason or another during it. it got to the point that spring break got extended and applied to the work force to accommodate.

you took this chance to chill with your friends and fuck around. it was dubbed osamu's turn to host.

only now was that seeming to be a horrible idea.

atsumu, osamu's twin brother, was stuck at home doubling up doses for the spring time. osamu told him to not leave his room while his friends were over; if the faint omega smell wasn't enough to rile up a group of delinquents.

atsumu was horrible at following instructions. after about the fourth blunt rotation the smell of weed seemed to disappear. the sweet smell of an unmarked omega wafted through the apartment.

"i'm only here to get a drink man, piss off." he told his twin, desperately trying to ignore the hungry eyes on him.

atsumu was known for masking his omega-ness. he didn't pretend he wasn't one, no, just avoided the concept like the plague. spring time made it almost impossible for him to keep that facade up.

"you stink, 'sumu." osamu spoke, jokingly pinching his nose. atsumu rolled his eyes, grabbing a soda can from the fridge. "at least i don't reak of weed." he combated. he took a glance at the group in the living room and felt small under the gaze of his brothers friends. his eyes caught yours, and his breath caught in his throat.

you weren't an alpha, right? the only alpha in the room was his brother. everyone else was a beta or some other. but god, his knees almost buckled under your gaze.

the sleezy smile you sent him made blood rush south. he couldn't move, and you wouldn't stop staring.

"oi, stop eye fucking my brother, (Y/N)." osamu smacked you upside the head, not focusing long enough to notice the wink you shoot atsumu. he makes a b-line to his room, shutting the door behind him.

everything felt hot. have you always been that, attractive? he's seen you at their volleyball games, hunched over in the bleachers and ragging on his brother afterwards. why did he feel this way now?

atsumu has been through enough springs to know the only way to fix this by himself. still against the door, his hand shakily went under his sweats. he barely grazed his cock and he moaned, his free hand flying over his mouth. he paused, listening for any hints that someone heard him, before fishing his small cock out of his sweats.

it took all he had to not moan like a whore just to his own stimulation. it became increasingly more difficult as his brain wandered.

what if it was your hand fisting his cock? what would you tell him when you forced his smaller body on your knot? how would you smell as you used him?

he didn't even notice he was getting louder, his hand doing little to muffle any sounds he made. "(Y-Y/N)- fuck! please!" he whined, bucking his hips to meet his hand.

he came for the first time that evening whimpering your name, knees threatening to buckle as he did.

if only he knew the smirk on your face as you heard his wonton moans on your way to the bathroom.

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a lot of weed and bad horror films took out a lot on your little posse. osamu and you being the only ones remaining. osamu told you to not fuck anything up, he was going to his room. the mumbled affirmation you sent him was all he needed before disappearing down the hallway. you waited for the click of the door locking before standing.

maybe it was the weed talking. maybe the sleep deprivation from midterms. you couldn't put a finger on what pulled you to the blonde miya twin's room.

he looked so cute sleeping. all sprawled out with the blanket barely even covering him. he slept nude, it was like he knew you were gonna fuck him!

silently tugging your pants open, hand slowly jacking your cock to full mast as you positioned between the legs of the starfished setter.

three fingers later and atsumu was still fast asleep. his little omega cock now leaking precum and slick covering his puckered hole allowed you to deem him ready.

pushing the tip in, he finally stirred. his eyes squeezed tighter and tried to push away from you. "shh, it's okay baby." you whispered, pushing hair out of his face. something in you pushed forward, everything up to the thick knot at the base inside of the sleeping miya boy.

well, previously sleeping. the intrusion making his eyes flutter open. blinking away the sleep in his eyes, he realized what was happening. when he did, he started to fight back.

"hey hey, shh baby. you want this, don'tcha? otherwise you wouldn'tve been jacking your little cock to the thought of me earlier." his eyes widened at your words, and kept trying to push you off of him. his hands pushing at your hips and lips pouting.

how cute.

swiftly pinning his wrists above his head with one hand and holding his hips down with the other, you stared into his eyes. the moonlight caught his blown pupils perfectly; illuminating the cocky smirk that formed on your face just right for him too.

he yelped when you pulled back and slammed back in. not breaking eye contact, his body thrashed as you thrusted your cock into his tight little cunt. he resisted the best he could, but the way his cunt clenched around your cock told you he was loving every second of this.

it didn't take long for him to stop thrashing, whining and moaning as you abused his prostate. he felt your hand go to his tummy, rubbing the bulge that appeared every time you thrusted into him. the knowledge made him moan out loud.

"keep that up and your brother will catch us, baby. or worse, one of the others in the living room. don't think i could stop them from further destroying you if they saw us." atsumu whined in response. "or would you like that? taking multiple knots to satisfy your omega cunt?" he glared at you but clenched harder at your words. "such a slutty cunt, omega. you know what? be loud. let everyone know who's cock you're losing yourself to." atsumu opened his mouth to talk, only weak whimpers leaving his throat.

"did i already fuck you stupid? oh baby, you're too cute. babbling like an idiot on my cock." he shook his head. "'m not an idiot." he barely managed. a chuckle verbarated in your chest.

"no, you're not are you? you're no idiot, you're a dumb whore f'me." the setter whined again, hips pushing back against your thrusts. he bit his lip to muffle his cries as he came.

"dumb whore came just from some mean words? pathetic." he could feel your knot swelling every time you thrusted in his hole. he nearly came again just from the thought of you knotting him.

"'m gonna give you my pups, 'tsumu." you breathed, thrusts starting to falter slightly. "all mine?" he weakly asked. you smiled and cupped his cheek.

"yeah, all for you 'tsu." for the first time that night you kissed him, finally thrusting your knot into his tight heat, swallowing his moans as you filled him with your cum. he felt so warm and full, euphoric. he came again with you.

he went to push away, thinking you were done. your stronger arms pushed him back down.

"who said we were done, baby? gotta make sure it sticks, right?"

[crimsonfic]

Giyu Tomioka Fanfiction - Transparent Heart

Gifted Y/N

10 Chapters

Subjects: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Mature language, Suggestive language, Blood, Gore, Death, Humor, Violence, Pain

Remember: Your Character has a nickname. 💙

Chapter Ten

3.4k Words 😅🙃🥴

Chapter includes: nothing worth mentioning. (Billions of apologies from me because my brain died on this one, forgive me.)

The days following your return were very bittersweet. You were happy to be with Giyu everyday but you also missed home. As much as you wanted to go home, you were also afraid to. Giyu as well as the kids were integral to your healing process. When Giyu had to leave they were looking after you diligently. The only time you ever got to be alone was to use the bathroom.

You were still trying to stop the unloading of your inner thoughts and feelings on Giyu but you still had not been successful. Even if you stopped sharing your thoughts, he felt your emotions or mood. He was being so patient with you. He never rushed you to get better or to get a grip on your abilities. He was a perfect model of support.

Days turned into weeks which meant physically you had improved by a lot. You were beginning to have more quiet time than expected because some days, 3 out of 5, it was just you and Emiko. Giyu suggested you let them at least visit the community school to see if they liked it and turns out, they loved it.

You had only been there for 10 minutes when they were begging to start attending. Princess had gathered followers in that short time too. Her charismatic nature even intriguing the teachers.

Just the very next day they started going 3 times a week, from morning to afternoon.

You and Emiko would do housework and then different activities. Like making jewelry out of whatever you could find around the house, or making crayons, finger painting, and reading together.

It was a month into fall when you approached Giyu to ask for something that had been making you anxious each day as you got better.

"Hey." You smiled at him as he walked out of the bathroom, his long hair down.

"Hey." He answered as his eyes softened.

"How was your shower?"

"Good."

"Now you'll get in bed with me?"

"Yes, now I'll get in bed with you."

Once he was situated in the bed he wrapped you up in his arms the way he had become so accustomed to.

You sighed deeply as you relaxed in his arms. He was so comforting.

"I missed you while you were in the shower."

"Did you?"

"Yes"

"Why?"

"Giyu." You responded trying not to laugh. "You know why. Because I love you." He asked you why to almost anything you said, you were starting to think it was his favorite word. Although, you did understand that he just wanted you talk to him. He told you that much all the time.

"I love you too." He replied, ever pulling you closer to him briefly.

"I have a question."

"Okay."

"Can I or we, go see Obanai soon. Now that I'm doing better I really would like to thank him."

Giyu didn't respond right away. He was still feeling a little worried about Obanai's reaction to you. He was so suspicious of pretty much everything and he wasn't friendly. It's not that he thought you were weak he was more worried about there being a misunderstanding leading to tension. He also didn't want him to say anything that would hurt your feelings.

"Thanks are implied." He answered.

You tilted your head up to look at him. "You're being mean Handsome. Do you not like him?"

"I-I like him just fine." Giyu blushed slightly, embarrassed by how rude his remark was and that you noticed.

"Doesn't seem like it." You smiled.

He didn't say anything as he let his eyes leave yours.

He tries his best to ignore your feelings when they are shared unintentionally, but the slight disappointment and sadness you were feeling from him not supporting your wishes, made him feel shitty.

"We can go tomorrow. Is that okay?" He replied.

You kissed the top of his nose. "Yes. That works." You smiled at him.

You stared at Giyu until he began to blush, a small smile appearing on his face. "What?" He asked, his voice slightly quieter.

"Nothing."

His eyebrows furrowed. "Stop staring."

"Why?"

"Because it's weird."

"Is it weird. Really?"

"Yes."

You only smiled wider.

"Go to sleep." Giyu said, covering your eyes with his hand, making you laugh out loud.

"Okay. Goodnight handsome." You replied through your laughter, imagining him naked.

"Stop that!" He said quickly.

You laughed louder until Giyu covered your mouth with his hand. It didn't stop your fit of giggles though.

"You're crazy." He told you with a smirk. His eyes lit up at your ability to laugh so much. He really should call you giggles. Even though he does actually think you laugh too much, more than normal, he adores the sound.

You could see the look in his eyes shift to an almost awe like gaze. It was enough to make you quiet down. A rush of heat coming to your face as you suddenly felt like he was looking at you for the first time.

When you felt unbridled love flow into you, followed by the image of yourself you stilled.

You've officially been together for 6 weeks now and you still feel surprised to know that Giyu feels the same way you feel about him.

He moved his hand from your mouth and smiled at you, lovingly.

"I love you." He said.

"I love you too." You answered almost breathlessly.

His soft lips met yours in a longing but gentle kiss. His hand moving to cradle your head as your passion bubbled over, prompting you to pull him closer as your tongues danced in the heat of the moment.

You didn't have to ask him for what you wanted, as he heard and  felt it clearly in the way you whimpered into his mouth.

Your night was long as Giyu, who only ever wanted to make you happy, couldn't keep his hands off you with all the beautiful sounds you made.

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"He lives so isolated." You commented as you and Giyu took the long path leading to Obanai’s house.

“Yeah.” He responded.

You had dropped Emiko off to Urokodaki as Giyu insisted it would be better for it to just be you two.

He didn’t tell you it was possible a fight would happen between the two of them depending on what he said to you, but luckily you didn’t need convincing as you agreed with him without question.

You wanted to bring him a gift which was difficult for you choose because Giyu was no help. He told you he probably wouldn’t want a gift, and that he didn’t know what kinds of things he liked so in the end you had just decided to give him some of your best fruits.

When you reached the final gate you took in your surroundings. It didn’t look like anyone lived here. An abundance of golden leaves decorated the roof and ground and it was a bit more chilly up here.

The house itself was sort of gloomy, almost gray in color with dark splotches and streaks of age scattered along the outside.

Giyu knocked on the door for you and then stepped back, standing just slightly infront of you. You had to lean over just to see the door.

“I can’t see Giyu.” You told him quietly.

He didn’t respond as he held his position. He didn’t want you to be fully open to Obanai in the first place.

When the door open it creaked loudly.

“Oh, what a unpleasant surprise, what do you want Tomioka?”

Your mouth dropped open at his words.

Giyu sighed before speaking. “To go home. But, I’m here because she wants to offer you gratitude for helping to find her many weeks ago.”

You stepped to the side so you could see him. “Hello Mr. Iguro, it’s nice to see you under normal circumstances.” You smiled. Your basket of autumn fruit clutched tightly in your hand as you bowed.

“I wouldn’t quite say normal.” Obanai said at the same time that Giyu rolled his eyes. He hated that you were being so formal to him.

Obanai’s snake hissed and your mouth once again fell open in surprise. You hadn’t noticed it initially, he was blending in with Obanai’s attire.

“Whatever.” Obanai said.

“You….can understand it?” You asked looking between him and the snake.

“Yes I can understand him.” He drawled.

“Oh.” You replied, staring intently at the white snake as it stared back you.

‘Thank you for your help too. I believe you led him to me.’ You said to the snake but only to yourself.

The snake seemed to nod before slithering off of Obanai, much to his surprise and coming to to you.

Gasping, you bent down and held your hand out for him. He gracefully wrapped around your wrist and rested in your hand while your basket rested on the floor.

“Kaburamaru, I like that name.” You nodded before slowly bringing your finger to his head and softly rubbing it.

“How are you able to do that?” Obanai said taking a step forward.

His intentions were lost on you but for Giyu and Kaburamaru they were not, as they both reacted quickly. Kaburamaru turning to hiss at his owner while Giyu stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

Obviously this upset Obanai, he tsked in annoyance before stepping back pushing Giyu’s arm off of him.

“Someone better explain.” The venom in his words caught your attention.

“Am I…I…I’m sorry. I don’t mean any harm.” You said as you stood. Your feelings hurt by the tone of his voice.

When Giyu felt this, he clenched his jaw in irritation. Right before he could respond, telling you that it was time to leave you spoke.

“I could show you what happened.” You said quietly.

Giyu’s eyes widened. “You don’t have to do that!” He said, anger clear in his voice.

“It’s okay. It’s easier than explaining.” Your eyes plead with him to be understanding.

“He doesn’t-”

“Show me how?” Obanai spoke.

With a big puff of air to control his rising anger Giyu turned to you, his body blocking you from Obanai completely.

He placed his hand on the side of your face. “Dearest, you don’t have to prove anything to him. He doesn’t deserve to know something so personal about you. He’s an asshole.”

You wanted to smile at Giyu’s insulting of Obanai but you didn’t. Kaburamaru hissed at Giyu as he insulted his owner to which you pulled him back closer to your chest and away from Giyu. Giyu’s eyes flickered to him briefly anger flashing in his eyes before they softened again when he look at you.

“My patience is wearing thin.” Obanai spoke from behind Giyu.

This time you did smile as Giyu’s face dropped in irritation at his words.

“Let me just, show him quickly. I’d like to be friends.”

Giyu wanted to vomit at the idea of you being friends with Obanai, it was almost comical. He didn’t seem like a very nice friend to have.

Stepping aside once more you picked up your basket once more. “May we come inside?” You asked, Kaburamaru still wrapped around your right hand.

Giyu groaned at the same that Obanai silently turned around to lead you inside.

When you finished showing him what all transpired and what was said when you were kidnapped he sat silently for a few moments.

“So if I were to try to kill you right now I wouldn’t be able to?”

“Well I don’t know.” You replied thinking nothing of it.

He was super quick. His sword was drawn and he had it pointed to your heart before you could blink. You only registered what happened because at the exact same time Giyu yelled.

“Are you crazy!?” As his own sword was at Obanai’s throat. “She said that she didn’t know.”

“And shouldn’t we find out?”

You, were shell shocked.

“How dare you?” Giyu growled lowly at him.

“This is the problem now. You both are too weak. Too afraid to figure things out. If she can’t die then even if I stab her, she will be fine. Either way, how will you know if you don’t try?”

You gasped. He’s right. Oh my goodness, he’s right. You thought.

You thought about the very first time you learned you couldn’t die. You were just 11, starving, and all alone. You ate some poisonous berries and your body made you throw up before you could even swallow them. You had only known they were poisonous a few hours later when you saw a rabbit eat them and die. Your memories were gone, you were all alone and you couldn’t find your way out of the mountains. That night you also encountered a demon for the first time, you cowered away from it, your hands covering your ears and your eyes squeezed shut as it snarled and snapped at you. He probably tried for hours to kill you, and nothing worked, nothing touched you. Nothing he threw even.

The fact that Giyu was able to touch you with his sword was so terrifying at the time. There couldn’t be any way humans could kill you if nothing else could. Maybe they could hurt you, yes, but you shouldn’t die. Right? You would never know if you didn’t try. Obanai was right.

“Let’s try it.” You rushed out.

“What?” Giyu said, for the first time raising his voice at you.

“I-I think we should try it.”

“No.” Giyu answered. “No.” He said again unprompted.

“I’ll be fine.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Fine. Maybe you should try it yourself then.” Obanai spoke to Giyu as he put his sword back away.

Only then did Giyu lower his own weapon. He took a step back and then held his hand out to you. “We’re leaving.”

“What why?” Your eyes were wide. A slight whine in your voice.

Giyu couldn’t believe you right now. How could you ask him that? How could you be willing to do something so stupid.

“What are you going to do when another demon after your magical blood comes along? You just going to suffer?”

Giyu flexed his hand impatiently. He really didn’t want to be here anymore. He could see you responding to Obanai’s words and hated it. He didn’t want you risking your life just because you wouldn’t die, when you could still be hurt.

“Why aren’t you a demon slayer?” Obanai continued.

“I-” you looked at Giyu then away quickly when you saw the frustration in his eyes. “I don’t know how to fight.”

“Why not?”

“I just….I-I don’t know I just don’t.”

“Well are you going to train her Tomioka?”

He said absolutely nothing. At this point he had no words. He was just so upset. He didn’t want you fighting, he didn’t want you to have to encounter any demon of any kind ever again in your life. Of course he wouldn’t train you.

“I guess that’s a no.” Obanai answered before tsking.

“I’d be willing to train you.”

“Really?” You asked a smile appearing on your face.

“Yeah. You’d be a necessary attribute. We’re all dispensable but you….you’re not. You’re invincible. We need that. If you’re any good you’ll be our most valuable comrade.”

You looked at Giyu again who was glaring at the floor now.

You knew he didn’t like the idea of you being a slayer but Obanai’s words made sense. If you could help out, why wouldn’t you? You would be able to face demons that others couldn’t, you wouldn’t be a risk, you would be an enigma to the demons. It would give you the upper hand, and turn the tables in your favor.

“I think…..I think I like that idea. Giyu?” You tried to get his attention but he wouldn’t look at you.

“The kids? What are they going to do?”

“You have kids?” Obanai asked incredulously.

“They’ll be fine, I’ll be back at sun up!”

Giyu clenched his jaw. You don’t know that. That’s not guaranteed. He’s never been this mad at you before. So he just didn’t reply, he didn’t trust himself to speak. Instead he turned and headed for the door. He needed to put some space between you two. Outside he paced back and forth in front of the house.

“Your boyfriend doesn’t want you to, so what will you do?”

“I’m going to talk to him first. But I’m really interested.”

“When you’re ready, so am I. If he can’t handle it, he’s not allowed to come along.” Obanai replied.

You nodded halfheartedly. “Okay.” You answered before bidding goodbye, making sure to leave your gift behind.

The walk back to Urokodaki was tense. Giyu was upset still. He felt more betrayed than anything. You didn’t consider his wishes at all.

Urokodaki, knowing Giyu better than anyone took him aside to speak to him after seeing that he was upset. You waited with Miko asking her what she did and if she had fun. She was quite animated in her retelling of what happened. You were listening fully engaged in her toddler storytelling when Giyu approached, a less gloomy aura radiating from him.

The walk home was quiet except for Emiko’s remarks.

It wasn’t until after the older kids returned home and you were making dinner that Giyu approached you.

He leaned against the counter silently watching you as you prepared the food. You let him, keeping your mind clear and doing your best to keep your feelings to yourself.

“I’m afraid.” He spoke quietly.

You stopped moving when you heard the tone of his voice. He was sad. He sounded hurt.

“Of what?” You replied.

“Of losing you. Of not being able to keep you safe.”

You stayed silent as you watched the inner turmoil he was going through play out behind his stormy eyes.

“I can’t….I can’t fail you again. I can’t not be there to protect you…..I can’t live….knowing you’re encountering demons that would….want you. That can hurt you and take advantage of you.”

Your heart was breaking the more he talked. He cared for you so deeply he didn’t want you to ever experience anything like you did but there was something else. Something else was hurting him, something else had happened.

Before you could speak he held up his hand. “But, I know that you need to be able to protect yourself too.” He sighed deeply before he continued.

“Promise me something.”

“Anything.” You answered quickly.

“You won’t be reckless. You won’t be careless.”

Nodding your head fervently you responded. “I won’t be. I promise.”

“You won’t do anything stupid.”

“I won’t.”

His eyes searched yours as if he was looking for the slightest sign of a lie.

“I love you.” He said finally.

“I love you too.” You smiled as you closed the distance between you. When you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he relaxed noticeably.

“Ill do my best and I’ll become the coolest most careful demon slayer around.”

He groaned playfully. “Gross.”

You laughed before pecking him on the cheek. “I promise I won’t stress you out Handsome.”

He shook his head slowly. “That may be a stretch.”

You bit his cheek playfully before moving away. “Whatever Charming.” You laughed

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That was the beginning of your demon slayer training.

In just a couple weeks you were training and learning how to balance your life on the line between exhaustion and enthusiasm.

You kept your extracurriculars private from the kids not wanting them to worry. They assumed you were doing the things you use to do; fishing, foraging, or gardening. With them having made more friends they weren’t all that concerned with you anyway, sometimes opting to visit them instead of staying home. You had to initiate curfews and rules like you would’ve never guessed. They were becoming more social and it never ceased to amaze you. You happily listened to their stories with much interest.

Your ‘mental’ training was a completely different story. You still had not gotten a handle over sharing your thoughts with Giyu. He still knew and felt everything from you. All you could do was apologize and try to turn your brain off, which was easier said than done. Giyu was such a sweetheart, asking you questions even though he already knew from you over sharing. Asking you to explain what you mean and listening carefully instead of taking your feelings and running with it. Sometimes he wouldn’t say anything at all. Those times were usually when you thought something embarrassing or something personal that no one would want others to hear about them. After all those weeks of over sharing with him, he remained perfect.

Giyu was so supportive and you couldn’t ask for

a better partner. When it came to training, he tried his best not to baby you but he was failing miserably. He’d run a bath for you on the days you trained with Obanai because you were always so exhausted after. He’d massage out the stiffness, kiss any bruises, and hold you close telling you how amazed of you he was.

It’s like he was never afraid and unhappy to begin with. You started to spend some nights apart with you wanting to prepare your garden for the winter and it was hard. You missed each other so much when you were apart but you tried to be “adult” about it.

Things were going well and as you reflected, that made you start to have a new appreciation for summer. It’s when you first met Giyu. It’s when you were brought together. You didn’t lose any kids. No one got sick. All of the good things that came out of summer’s surprises, outweighed the one bad thing.

With Giyu in your life, you were beginning to think things would only get better. The kids adored him, he adored them too, in his own way. You considered yourself lucky. You couldn’t ask for anything more from life.

Maybe next summer could bring more positive experiences.

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