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stariikis · 2 months

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𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 | 𝐧.𝐫𝐤

royal flush ; (noun) a straight flush including ace, king, queen, jack, and ten all in the same suit, which is the hand of the highest possible value when wild cards are not in use. synopsis ; on your anniversary date with riki, he gets you thinking about how a deck of cards and a red string of fate bonded you forever.

pairing ; nishimura riki x reader genre ; fluff, romance, established r/s warnings ; mild cursing wc ; 1543

“You think we were fated to be together?”

As you let the words settle into the darkness, the weight of them simmer around you. It’s almost as if you’re speaking to, perhaps, a figment of your imagination, a ghost of a body you want to be present, but isn’t. But Riki’s fingers, slender and rough with calluses, (he’s recently picked up the peculiar hobby of monkey barring) slide through yours. Like a confirmation that he’s here.

Like a promise.

He likes to associate you both with the tied knot of the red strings of fate. Every gift you receive is tied to perfection with a red ribbon. He likes to decorate printed pictures of you and him with scarlet-licked ribbons, a string of yarn weaved through punched-out holes. You’ve never been much of an artistic person yourself, but Riki gladly takes care of the aesthetics himself.

“You’re my royal flush. Of course we were fated to be together.”

What on earth does he mean?

The night sky envelopes you in a cool breeze. Riki’s canvas, like a mirror, reflects the stars dotting it on the black background. A female figure, meant to be you, is sketched neatly in the middle of the portrait. However, your boyfriend has seemed to temporarily forget about the painting he’s working on.

He leans in closer, one hand supporting himself on the grassy field. The other squeezes yours in a tight reassurance. The grin he’s flaunting is one that makes you want to smile with him. But it’s hard to focus on him when your mind is running through everything it took for you to get here.

“Hey, yn, come here!”

Minji’s voice rings out loud and clear across the room the moment you walk in. In a circle with a few boys, along with Haerin, there’s a deck of cards laid out on the marble floor.

You walk over hesitantly, blinking at the unshuffled pile. ‘I’m not very good at playing cards.”

Your friend and roommate huffs in exasperation, grabbing your wrist and sitting you down in the empty spot beside her. Your new roommates stare at you expectantly, and it’s only then when you realise they’re waiting for an introduction. Hastily and half embarrassed, you nod your head and introduce yourself.

The boy beside you, his hair bleached and long enough to be considered a mullet, smiles amiably and greets you. “Hi, I’m Riki.”

The boy opposite flashes a smile somehow even brighter than Riki’s. “I’m Sunoo! Welcome to the dorm.”

Shyly, you wave and proceed to receive your share of the cards Haerin has silently been dealing amidst the introductions.

“I don’t know, guys…” you murmur lightly, trying to start conversation. “I don’t really play big 2 that often.”

“But do you know how?” Minji tilts her head. Her playful expression is difficult to read. You look through your cards and nod in response. “Who knows, you might be the next prodigy, like Riki beside you. He wins every time! Why do we even play with him anymore?”

Riki laughs boyishly, winking at you charmingly. “Nobody comes even close to beating me!”

… It’s only your first day at university. You should not be finding boys cute yet.

“Sure, sure. Maybe I’ll be the one to change that.”

The game begins, and true to his word, Riki starts off strong. He’s either the luckiest man on earth or has the skills of a professional gambler, because everytime he places down a set, everybody lets out a gasp. As expected, nobody in the circle is able to beat his high value cards, and they skip their turns.

You’re doing better than you expected though. Head to head with Riki, you both have six cards in your hands. Minji sends you a teasing glance, as if signaling for you to destroy him. The chances are pretty low. When Riki places down a full house, you have a feeling you’re pretty screwed. And since you’re his main competition, Riki quirks an eyebrow challengingly at you when he places down three 6s and two 8s.

One card remaining in his hand, he looks your way and giggles. Giggles. It, like, kind of alters your brain chemistry a little.

However, you’re lucky (and smart) enough to have saved your flush, and so you place down your ten, jack, queen, king and ace. As you do so, the whole room goes silent. Haerin is the first to break it, with the first sentence you’ve heard her say that day.

“You had a royal flush?! Now Riki’s definitely going to lose.”

“A royal flush?” You echo, unfamiliar to this term in the world of gambling. Riki’s smug expression has turned into an awe-struck one, and he’s ogling at the five cards you have just placed down.

“Look,” Minji spreads your cards and points at the suit. “They’re all hearts, right? A flush, with all the same suit, is called a royal flush. It’s the best set of five you can place down in this game.”

Sunoo gasps, all nine of his cards spread like a peacock’s tail in his two hands. He uses it to fan himself, shaking his head all the while. “Damn, I never expected anyone to beat Riki.”

Of course, everyone passes, even a begrudging Riki. He hangs his head low, and you don’t know whether to rub salt in the wound or comfort him with a bullshitted, “oh, don’t worry! Haha! Beginner’s luck!”

You toss your last card, a 7, onto the pile before excusing yourself. You don’t want to stay and risk being assaulted by a potentially extremely competitive 18-year-old.

However, that isn’t the case. After a while, you meet him in the dorm’s shared kitchen, stumbling upon him making himself a cup of coffee. At first, you’re nervous and avoid his gaze, because who knows what he could do to your social status if he’s truly upset. You’re slightly traumatised from high school’s notorious group of popular girls.

But instead of giving you a shit-eating glare like you thought he would, he taps your shoulder. It sends tingles through your body, and you almost physically reach up and smack yourself.

“I challenge you to another game,” he beams at you almost innocently. “Tonight, my room.”

As the days go by, these demanding three words leave Riki’s lips more and more often. Soon it is a tradition for you to knock on his door and be greeted with a deck of cards shoved in your face. You truly do somehow have a talent for playing cards, reigning above Riki – and you win him every single time.

It’s his life goal to beat you someday.

To this day, he still hasn’t been able to beat you. But when he confessed to you, his eyes glazed over with a nervousness you’ve never seen before, even during your heated matches. He shyly gifted you with a fresh new deck of cards, tied up with the red string of fate.

He claims to love the colour red because it reminds him of you.

“Look,” he whispered, in the middle of the dark and empty room. Minji, Haerin and Sunoo were all out late in class, and Riki had pulled you in with such a look of desperation and eagerness that you didn’t know how to respond. “It’s red, like the hearts on the royal flush you put down the first day we met. It’s red like the colour of your favourite flowers.”

“Roses,” he turns around and retrieves a bouquet of the prick-studded flowers from next to his nightstand. He sounds a little breathless when he returns to you, and the adoration in his eyes makes you want to break down into tears. “You love roses.”

The boy that you’ve liked since the moment you met him. Why would you not accept such a thoughtful, clumsy confession that is his?

“I like you so, so much!”

A royal flush. So that’s what he means.

“Happy anniversary,” Riki sighs, a little too dizzyingly happy when he leans in to kiss your cheek. “I got you yet another deck of cards because I didn’t know what you would want.”

He whips out a box with intricate lines and swirls, and the design is a little too familiar for your liking.

“Is this…” you reach out to touch it, your fingers connecting once more in the process. Riki nods enthusiastically, lips pursed proudly. “The deck of cards we played with at the very beginning.”

Something’s special, though, when you turn the box around and look at the bottom, you see that he’s engraved both your names there, in his very own handwriting. Your heart swells with pure love for the boy sitting before you. He may be clueless on what to get you, but at the same time he’s the best ever at giving gifts.

“Let me finish up this painting,” he sighs, and scoots back to scan you. His hands imitate a picture frame and he winks to get a clearer picture of you in his mind. “Pretty.”

He turns back to the painting, skilled hands picking up his paintbrush again. “After this, we can go home. I challenge you to another game of cards. Tonight, my room. And this time, I’ll win.”

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hobie-enthusiast · 10 months

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I really love how you write!! I was wondering if you could so smth with hobie x autistic + sunshine!reader? I'm autistic, and i've constantly been belittled for it so it'd mean a lot to see my biggest cc with an autistic reader!! If you're worried about how to approach it maybe you could do smth like reader using noise canceling headphones? or like comforting when reader had an autistic meltdown?? Ofc these are just ideas, whatever you wna do!! Also don't fret if you don't want to do this request, just wanted to ask !!! ^w^

Oh and gender neutral with they/them pronouns please!! 🫶

- 🎀 anonymous

(Emoji signoffs are so cute!! hoping you don't mind me adding one !!!)

QUIET AND EASE !

— hobie brown x energetic!autistic!gn!reader

— fluff and comfort, autistic meltdown, noise canceling headphones, petnames (sweetheart, love), hobie’s worried and nervous, sensory overload, breakdowns due to loud noises, almost panic attacks

— time with your friends was always nice, but sometimes it got to be too much, and hobie is always there to help

— ill do u one better anon how about incorporating both 🫶 also ofc you can have an emoji! thank u for ur support!

— official disclaimer: the following fic and reader experience is based on my experience and also other aspects i have read up on. every autistic person is different, and they won’t all have this exact reaction when it comes to a meltdown. so pls keep that in mind when reading :) if anything seems wrong please feel free to tell me!

Everything was so so loud.

The two of you agreed two have friends over, a small hangout. It had been a while since everyone had hung out, so Hobie suggested hosting them. You agreed, wanting to see everyone again after a while.

You welcomed everyone excitedly, wanting to show off your place. “Hey guys! Come on in, let me give you a tour!”

You dragged them all around the apartment, pointing out various things that maybe they didn’t notice. Your favourites; some hanging pictures, pieces, and collectables.

The other owner of the place, Hobie, couldn’t help but smile a bit at your excited nature. That’s just how you were, naturally excited about your interests. He encouraged that, loving the way you seem to know so much about these types of things.

After a tour and explanations you so graciously provided, you ushered everyone to grab some dinner or snacks. You had some entertainment planned out, so you and Hobie let everyone decide what they wanted to do. It was a nice time, and you enjoyed your friend’s company.

But soon, they just got too rowdy for your liking. It was about a couple hours into get-together and Miles and Pavitr decided it would be a great idea to play some board and card games. Of course, the competitive nature led to some yelling between the teens.

You tapped out of the game a while ago, feeling an anxious nerve tapping at the back of your head. You hoped it was nothing. That you could continue enjoying your friend’s company.

Definitely not the case.

“Oh come on! I had it that round!” Miles groaned loudly, nudging Gwen. “I would have won!”

“But you didn’t! I remain the victor!” Pavitr declares loudly, collecting all the cards.

Hobie laughs lowly, finding amusement in the banter among the younger ones. It was nice hearing everyone just able to relax and not worry about their duties. Well, there was one person he hadn’t heard from in a minute.

The older turned to you, noticing the way you seemed to just be.. staring out. Your hands were messing with one another, and your leg was bouncing crazily. Your eyes were glassy, almost as if..

Oh. Oh no.

Subtly, Hobie scoots closer to you, minding himself to not touch you. “Doin’ okay, love?”

The words go into your head, you hear them. But it’s difficult to process. Were you okay? Was this okay? No, it wasn’t, but can you even say that? Should you tell him? Will you tell him? So many overwhelming questions.

“I-”

“Oh come on! You have to be cheating!”

A particularly loud yell from Miles causes you to flinch, head dropping to your knees. No, you weren’t okay. Not one bit. Tears sprang to your eyes quickly as your body rocks, hands harshly pushing against your ears.

This is when Hobie knew he had to spring into action. “Guys, c’mon, ‘s time t’ get goin’.”

Everyone looks up at Hobie, confused, with Gwen being first to speak up. “What? Hobie, we just got here?”

“‘m sorry, but you can come back ‘nother time. Please.” He requests, ushering everyone to stand up.

As Hobie tries to get everyone out and away, you’re off in your own world. Your head was spinning, all your sense coming at you at full force. Everything was crashing down on you, and you couldn’t stop it.

Once he managed to get everyone out, his feet were moving him to your shared room. He needed the essentials; your blanket, your headphones, and your phone. He’d get more once you asked, certainly. Rushing back to you, he kneels down, hands glued to his thighs.

“Hey swee’heart..” He says in a really quiet whisper, not wanting to upset you further. “‘m gonna put these on ya, okay? Jus’ real quick, then ‘m done.. I’ll be right over here for ya.”

He knew these types of things could be harmful, you told him that before. The last thing you wanted was to accidentally hurt him. But letting you know what he’s doing helped a small part of your brain, one trying to gain regulation.

Carefully, Hobie moves to put your headphones on your head, the noise from the outside world coming to a halt. He moves back after, hands in your view as he backs up. That’s how he shows that he’s away, letting you have your space.

Next, he mimics your position, drawing his knees to his chest. Hobie’s nervous, he couldn’t deny, but all he could do was sit and wait. You needed your space, and he would be here to help you with the aftermath.

And then he just.. waits.

Once the sound is blocked out, that’s one less worry on your mind. You focus next on the tears streaming down your face. Everything felt sore, your mind was hurting. That made you want to cry.

You bit your lip as you shake your hands, trying to get some sort of stability. You focus on the movement of your hand, watching the rings Hobie let you steal jangle together. No doubt they make a nice sound, Hobie probably hears it.

Your brain waves start to slow down, you can tell. Without the overwhelming sense, you start to feel at ease. Some thoughts are able to run through.

‘Breathe. Think. Safe.’

You try your hardest to repeat these words in your head, continuously stimming as the tears finally stop. Without the horrible feeling of crying, it’s somewhat easier to understand what’s happening. The loud sounds were gone. You were okay.

By the time you managed to gain more of yourself, your head was hurting badly. Glancing up, you notice the way Hobie was looking at you. He had a worried expression. He didn’t wear it often, but he was now. He was nervous for you.

He gives a small wave, gaining a small laugh from you as you wave back. Then, he holds out his hand, giving you the option to take it. He wants nothing more than to hold and comfort you, he wants to help make you feel secure.

You cautiously take his hand, allowing him to wrap his arms around you. This instantly made you melt in his embrace. Exhaustion was catching up with you.

But things could be okay now. You were alone with Hobie, someone you trusted immensely.

Hobie was relieved when you allowed yourself to be embraced by him. He felt better knowing he could give you this sense of comfort. It was better than being able to do nothing.

Gently, he kisses your forehead when he feels your body slumping. “Mhm.. rest, swee’heart.. ‘m here..”

He knew his words were blocked by your headphones, but he still whispered them anyways. Almost like assuring himself. Everything was okay. You were okay.

Hobie decided that tonight was a good night for a sleep on the floor. He grabs your blanket, putting it over both of your bodies while lying back. He lets you adjust your body so you can sleep comfortably with the headphones on, which happens to be on his side with hands intertwined.

He was comfortable. You were comfortable. And he could easily fall asleep knowing that you would wake up and hopefully feel as good as you did earlier that day.

#NEW ARTICLE || OUT NOW !!#hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv x reader #atsv hobie

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ghostieyanyan · 10 months

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Is it ok if we can see more of rock musician MC with the Yandere pop music club or Pomefiore once they discover their secret musical talent?

im doing Pomefiore cause at this rate, im doing everyone xD i dont might, it rewally makes me happy that you guys enjoy this series/topic (idk what to call it)

ill likely do heartslabyul and Ignihyde and Diasomnia will likely be together and theres still savannaclaw (though idk how well that goes lol)

who do you guys want next?

~Musical!mc~

Yan!Vil x mc

Yan!Rook x mc

Yan!Epel x mc

Warnings: yandere, manipulation, stalking, hints nsfw, hint of kidnapping?, the art is more on the fem!mc side but the fanfic parts should be gender-neutral (if not, im sorry and do tell me where so i can fix it qwq)

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Rook

would you be surprised that rook found this little secret first? like he was the very first person to find out

the answer should be no and if not that no then you are sorely mistaken.

When did he find out? Who knows? But one thing for sure, he want to relish in the fact that he's the only one who knows. Other people might find out sooner or later but he has it in his head like you told him yourself. Like you held this important little secret close to your heart and in-trusted your heart to him. He lives in his own world.

He'll know when you sing. Its often when grim isn't present, like he messed with ace and deuce and getting collared by riddle. whatever grim did that had him busy, you often have your sweet alone time to sing our heart out.

Rook will help keep this talent of yours as secret as you want. if you want only a few to know, he'll accept it. if you don't want anyone to know, he'll make sure your secret is preserved for as long as you like. but honestly, if he had it his way, he'd be the only one to know. the only one that can hear your lovely voice.

Rook is a hunter and an active fan in the beauty department. hell take pictures of you and even record your voice. even when you're not singing. he has a recording of you sleep.. your sighs in the night, signaling if you have any discomfort or even pleasure in your dreams.

he'll take the moment in your dorm to look at your stuff. help here and there in your dorm. in the morning, you might find your clothes ready and prep for the next day. you might find your room less messy than you remembered the night before. you might see food that you don't remember when you've gotten it. you also find tea that states it "helps your voice"? did grim get this....?

Rook watches you like you were a bird. oh he wishes to capture you and hear you sing just for him alone but he also like you to be free. to watch your wings stretch into the sky as you sing with your heart and soul.

but he is a little curious on what would you do, if your wings were... clipped.

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Vil

he is furious when he found out. how dare you not tell him!? How dare you to just sit idly by when your potato friends did the VDC and not to mention, watching them lose like idiots!

but... that's in the past and now he has to face this issues with a level head. he needs to know how well you sing, both in when you aren't pressured (your free alone time) and with his guidance and lessons. now you see why Epel runs for the hills during Vil lessons.

here's the thing about vil, you cant be 100% mad at his overbearing behavior to watch you succussed. he just wants to watch you thrive. plus he knows what its like in the music industry. he had to work side by side with it when he was young after all. you cant get mad at him, even if his words like like hot burning knifes to your skin.

when you think that hes heartless and you just want to break down with how harsh hes being, he gets to your level and speaks smoothing words to make you feel better.

"hey hey! i know its difficult and i wont have been this harsh with you if i knew you you couldn't take it. but you can. this industry is very mean but you have the talents to make it big and ill help you through it~ every step of the way~"

isnt vil a great actor? i mean he works really hard to hone his skills but this is next level. he has you wrapped around his little fingers. he doesnt care if you want to be big or even small in the music industry but with you by his hip. with your voice, you could even riverly neige! Imagine it. beautiful model with a lovely song bird by his side. their love story is so cute. its like a fairy tale! celebrty with everything finds love with a common no body.

but honestly, he'd be lying if he said it was just for celebrity gain. Vil has been eyeing you awhile, you were a great help during vdc and maybe... he just wants you to keep helping... but just him this time..

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Epel

at first, epel thought he wouldn't care about that. in life he mainly wanted to be seen as the manly type. but with vil's lessons on beauty, makes him hate that whole aspect, entirely.

but when he first heard you... that changed everything.

he didn't mean to sneak up on you. it was late in the day, everyone was in their clubs but since hes been failing a class, vil forced him to improve his grades.

"leona would be fine without you for a day... but not for the rest of the year.so if you want to stay in in the magical shift club, get your grades up."

he decided to head to the library to study for a bit. a nice quiet place to read and study, or try to anyways. a few minutes passed and he wasn't feeling it with his textbook. epel just needed a quick walk around the library to help pump his blood flowing to his head, he thought.

and then, he heard you. you were doing a slight hum and soft singing mixture. but oh was it so sweet to his ears. he felt like he was with his grandma back in grade school when he would come home from school and she'll be making dinner for him. it reminded him of home, and how he missed it so much.

he'll likely not be the type to confront you about it, its your business and if you told him personally, he'd love that.

without realizing it, when he thought about you singing, he dreamed that you and him were married in his home town. he'll be coming home after a long days work and you'd welcome him home with a sweet smile. you might even ask if he wanted food, a bath, or even- oh shoot. Epel has to use the restroom NOW.

naughty boy.

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jimmy-dipthong · 1 month

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Really good anime translation: コタローは一人暮らし

I complained in a post a while ago about how I mostly think english translations of anime aren’t very good, and @japanwords asked me if there were any anime I know of that have good translations. I don’t actually watch that much anime so I didn’t have a good answer, but recently I found one that really fit the bill: 『コタローは一人暮らし』or “Kotaro lives alone”

For those who haven’t seen it, it’s a show about a 5 year old kid who lives alone without any parents or guardians, and makes friends with his neighbours in the apartment complex (a lazy manga artist, a woman who’s a hostess at a local nightclub, and a scary yakuza who finds Kotaro unbelievably cute). These friends end up helping Kotaro when he needs someone to act as a guardian, such as when he enrols at the local kindergarten.

The other thing you have to know about Kotaro is he speaks like a Japanese feudal lord.

This really is the crux of what makes the translation so good, because how the hell do you translate that?! The way they chose to do it is by using archaic english phrases. He kinda speaks like a Victorian era gentleman, and he sometimes even verges on sounding like a stereotypical medieval knight. This works perfectly, because Kotaro is actually imitating a character from his favourite cartoon: a samurai hero/feudal lord. Let’s look at some examples:

「放すである」 "Unhand me!"

A simple example to start with, I thought it might be interesting to compare how a 5 year old might actually say this, and how I would translate that:

「放してー！😭"」 "Let goooo! 😭"

Even though the japanese uses the same verb (放す), the english translation is completely different. The choice here to make it “unhand me” (much more evocative of a time period) instead of just “let go of me” (simply a longer way of saying it) is a perfect example of the care this anime puts into its translation.

狩野：「美月さん、アイス食べます？…… あれ？」 “Hey, Mizuki. Would you like an ice cream cone? …… Hello?” 美月：「アイスをもらうけど私、狩野くん誘ってないんだよなぁ」 “While I appreciate the ice cream, you know you weren’t actually invited, Karino.” コタロー：「お邪魔である」 “Interloper.”

邪魔 is a notoriously difficult word to translate, and the natural-sounding corresponding english phrase will vary quite wildly depending on the situation. In non-feudal lord speech, it usually gets translated to something like “you’re getting in my way” or “get out of here” or even “you’re a burden” (my least favourite).

Here, it’s creatively translated as “interloper”! A great way of sneaking in some archaic english while deftly handling a classically difficult-to-translate word.

コタロー：「わらわは写真が大の苦手なのだ」 “I am ill-disposed to having my picture taken!”

Here we have a slightly longer sentence which shows us a bit more of Kotaro’s unusual speech pattern. He uses the archaic first-person pronoun わらわ（妾）and often ends his sentences in なのだ. なのだ is not a particularly odd grammar structure to use, but it is unusual to use it unabbreviated (i.e. not shortening it to なんだ and/or adding よ to the end) especially when using it in speech rather than in writing. Not abbreviating it (as would be expected in a formal situation), but immediately contrasting that formality with the informal だ rather than です causes the speech to sound archaic without actually using any archaic vocabulary.

Now, if this show only translated the old-timey speech pattern well, I’d still call it a good translation. But the attention to detail and focus on natural sounding language extends to the other characters too!

Let’s take a look at an example of Karino’s speech. This is from ep 3; we already know a fair bit about who he is - a manga artist who doesn’t leave the house much (mostly works from home), usually wears comfortable clothes around, leaves things til the last minute and is generally a pretty lazy guy. I say this because the following translation doesn’t “work” (that is, the english and japanese wouldn’t mean the same thing) if it was spoken by a different kind of character.

phone rings 狩野：「担当さんかー」 “Oh great, it’s my editor” 狩野：「お疲れ様です、狩野です。… はい … 今日原稿を？はい、わかりました。じゃあ、後で」 “Hello, this is Karino. How may I help you? … Yes … Wait. Now, now? … Uh-huh, yes. Okay, thank you, I’ll be there soon.” コタロー：「どこか行くのか？」 “Do you need to go somewhere?” 狩野：「仕事。出版社に行く。今回もダメ出しされんのかな？」 “Yeah, I gotta go to work. There goes my day. … I’m sure he’ll just rip it apart like he always does.” 狩野：「あの人結構グサグサ刺さる事言うんだよなぁ」 “The way he criticises, it’s actually pretty hurtful.”

I really like this translation, it feels very clever and results in very natural sounding english. I said this wouldn’t work for a different character, but I think even for the same character, this translation wouldn’t work on ep 1 - the audience wouldn’t have the context for the translation to omit the specific words it does and get away with it.

For example, the line 「今日原稿を？」 directly refers to a manga draft, but the draft isn’t directly referred to in the english. But it ends up being ok, because we can infer that he’s handing in some sort of draft for review from a later line (”I’m sure he’ll just rip it apart…”). Also, 「出版社に行く」 directly states that he’s going to the publishing house, but the english simply refers to it as “work”. But we can infer this too - he’s going to see his editor, and since most of his work is drawing and writing, which he does at home, we know that when he says he’s “going to work”, he’s actually going to the publishing offices.

Prioritising the natural sound of the script over the specific details is a bold choice that really pays off, imo. This is some of the most natural english I’ve ever seen in an anime translation. I recommend checking it out if you’re interested!

#langblr #japanese #japanese language #language #translation #learning japanese #essay #jimmy blogthong

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 10 months

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Dating Beach Vollyeball Star

Shoyo Hinata

Timeskip! Shoyo Hinata x GN! Reader

Warnings: swearing, physical touch and kissing

AN: I can’t believe I missed this little cherubs birthday 😫 and because my favorite Hinata is Brazil, Beach Volleyball Hinata, I figured we owed him his own headcanon set 😌

I don’t even need to tell you

The picture above says it all

Beach Volleyball Hinata is supreme 🙌🏻

Literally going from “your nothing without Kageyama” to leaving Kageyama behind to conquer the world

Honestly we love a good character development 👏🏻

If anyone in HQ can handle adapting to a new country, it’s Hinata

And Oikawa but this isn’t about him

Hinata had the social skills, friendly demeanor and lack of giving a single fuck what people think of him 💅

Literally all he wants to do is play volleyball

Well at least, until you showed up 👀

You see, Hinata was pretty popular in high school

He occasionally dated here and there but nothing serious

Man’s was way too busy competing with Kageyama to have any time for dating 🙄

Originally when he went to Brazil, he didn’t have any intention on dating

He was there for a limited time and that time was all volleyball focused

Sure that strategy worked for a while but when he started competing, he began to notice the draw beach volleyball brought

I mean serious, have you ever seen/ played beach volleyball???

Like in sand? First off, it’s a BITCH. Second, it’s incredibly difficult

Crowds would gather to watch him and others play

And sure enough, you were a regular at their games

Whether you liked the actual game of volleyball or just like watching hot guys run around, the sport drew you in 😌

You’d noticed the little tangerine man often and found him both incredibly attractive as well as very skilled

You’d always manage to find a way to watch him compete because there was just something about him

Now Hinata grew to remember your face, having seen it at basically all his games

Obsessed much Yn?

Literally me but ok 😭

You were one of the few people that showed up to watch all his games

Soon, he’d start looking for you specifically

Did he know your name? No

Had he ever spoken a single word to you? Nope

Did he fully believe you were coming strictly to watch him compete! Absolutely 💯

Hinata would take with his partner about you often and his partner would say

“Why don’t you find out who they are?”

And Hinata would be like “yeah I will : D”

And then he wouldn’t 🙄

To be fair, you’d leave as soon as the match was over, far to nervous to ever speak to him

While Hinata wasn’t tall, he looked rather imposing on the court/beach

He took the game seriously and you admired that about him

But that still didn’t mean you were gonna actually say anything to him

Finally, about 8 games deep into your low-key/high- key stalking situation, Hinata finally had enough

He was going to find out who you were

So in true Hinata fashion, the minute the game was over, he shouted “HEY YOU!”

All while looking you dead in the eyes

🎶 when he looks at me 🙂 and I look at him 😳and he looks at meeee 😃 and I look at him 👁️👄👁️

Like the dumbass you are (I’m calling you a dumbass out of love Yn), you look left, then right, then left again and point to yourself

You 👉🏻😐😳 me??

Hinata just runs up to you and immediately starts talking

“I finally caught up to you!”

You 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

“I’ve seen you at all my games and I figured maybe you were here because you liked Beach volleyball but then I thought ‘hmm I wonder if maybe they like me’ and I wanted to talk to you but I could never catch you!”

You 👉🏻 👁️👄👁️

“Then I figured I’d just call out your name but silly me, I don’t even know your name!”

You, still 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

“So what’s your name?? I’m Shoyo Hinata!”

You 👉🏻👁️👄👁️ YN LN

And that YN, is exactly how your situationship with Hinata started

After you finally grew more comfortable, Hinata would seek you out at every turn

He’d be out delivering for people and just pop into see you

He’d always invite you to come watch him practice or even just hang out at the beach

He introduced you to One Piece 😱

Thankfully, you and Hinata knew the same language so communication wasn’t difficult

At first, it started out as a friendship

But it didn’t take long to develop into more

Hinata enjoyed everything about you and how you made Brazil more like a second home to him

And in true Hinata style, he confesses 🫣

*channeling season 4’s super awkward first year training camp*

🙌🏻picture this 🙌🏻 you two are just walking along the beach like you normally do

Hinata is acting a bit weird but then again, it’s Hinata

So you decide to just ask him “hey Sho, you ok…”

But before you can finish your sentence, Hinata screams

“YN I LIKE YOU AND ID LOVE IT IF YOU’D DATE ME!”

You 👉🏻😐😳😍 ABSOLUTELY

Hinata 👉🏻👁️👄👁️ for real?

You hug him, asking if you can give him a little kiss on his cheek because you are so cute 🥹

And this begins your relationship with Hinata

Honestly, I firmly believe a relationship with Hinata would be amazing

He would be such a supportive and encouraging partner

If you want to do something, he’s your biggest supporter

If something bad happens, he’s there to lead a listening ear and he gives THE BEST hugs 🫂

When it comes to Hinata leaving for Japan, he obviously wants you to come

He hates the idea of a long distance but he’d do it for you

You agree to come with him but unfortunately you won’t be able to come anytime soon

Obviously you coming to Japan is amazing but Hinata misses you the entire time

He texts, FaceTimes, sends gifts, does whatever he can to stay close to you

When he signs with the Black Jackals, you are so excited for him

It means you won’t get to talk to him as much because of practice ☹️

And when he talks about his debut game, he’s sad you can’t be there to see him

Or can you 🙃

Because you’ve been planning a surprise this entire time!

You arranged everything and you are ready to head for Japan!

Through Hinata, you met Yachi, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima and they agree to help you surprise Hinata

When it comes time for the game, Hinata is confused because he’s been trying to reach you all day

He’s wondering why you are responding to his texts or calls

It actually makes him super sad 😔

Thankfully MSBY is there to cheer him up!

“I’m sure Yn is just sleeping!” Bokuto says

“Or maybe out with friends!” Atsumu adds

“But Yn doesn’t have friends Yeah I’m sure that’s it,” Hinata sighs

You make your way to your seat, your #21 Hinata jersey in tow 💅

MSBY comes out and Hinata puts on his smile, despite feeling down

He looks up to the crowd and his eyes instantly land on you

You 👉🏻😁👋🏻

Hinata 👉🏻 ☹️😐😳🥹

He’s seriously so excited to see you and he’s instantly stoked!!

Hinata’s on fire now and he’s ready to dominate!

During the game, you get to watch him play indoor volleyball and it’s amazing

You hadn’t gotten to see much indoor play so your jaw was on the floor the entire time

After the game, you ran down to see Hinata and the moment he saw you, he ignores everyone and runs to you

“You came Yn, you really came!” He shouts, hugging you and giving you the biggest kiss ever!

“I did Sho and I’m so glad I did!” ♥️

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jeonwonoow · 3 months

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Chapter 2. Stalker(?)

warnings: none

taglist: @miraes-world

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The sound of you clicking on the keys of your keyboard is starting to irritate you. You've been so irritable and short tempered lately, after that day actually. Instead of getting distracted by work from the thoughts of Wonwoo, Wonwoo running through your head is distracting you from work instead.

"Good?" Your kind boss, Myungho, peeks through your office. "You haven't gone out of your office since this morning."

You got up and bowed in slow motion, having zero energy. "Mr. Seo, I'm okay. I'm just busy with the new magazine."

"Come on," Myungho comes in and pushes your laptop close before sitting on your table. You give him an 'excuse me?' look and he just tilted his head. "I'm your boss, I tell you what to do, right? So if I tell you to eat-"

"Myungho," you groan and roll your eyes, only earning a chuckle from him. You end up inside his car anyway, sitting on the passenger's seat while he drives. Myungho was one of the people who tried to help you when you were at your worst after your break up with Wonwoo. You're glad that even though you made it clear to Myungho that it's still so difficult to love again, he stayed, he still does what he does back when he said he was gonna pursue you which you already made him stop doing so because you don't wanna bring up the kind man's hopes when you know yourself that you're still too damaged for it.

He drove to your favorite restaurant, ordered your favorite food, showing just how well he knows you by heart. If you were better now you'd probably choose him but you can't force yourself even if you like to think you're okay. "Thank you, Myungho."

"I really like it when you call me by my name, you know?"

"Hey," you chuckle. "This is why we get into dating allegations." You remember that one day he requested you call him just Myungho already instead of Mr. Seo even if you're inside his building and it became a hot topic among the other employees.

"So?" Myungho laughs softly and takes a sip of his soup. "We're good friends. Let them think whatever the fuck they want."

—

Wonwoo spun a pen on his fingers, his chin rested on his other hand as he thinks about you with that guy earlier eating at your favorite restaurant. He didn't follow you there. It was purely a coincidence. He's not the type. But his curiosity was making him consider it.

"She'd hate me even more, wouldn't she?" His friend, Mingyu, gave him a confused look. "Do you know Hao & Co.?"

"Oh my god, I'm a fan. Sohee loves their jewelries so much too. I'm actually wearing a Hao & Co. leather shoes right now," Mingyu wiggles his feet, excitedly telling Wonwoo about the fashion line. "I've met the CEO once, actually. No, twice. He's really nice."

"How could you say so. You only met him twice," Wonwoo scoffed. Mingyu clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Seo-what?"

"Myungho. Seo Myungho." The younger man fumbled through his phone to find a picture he took with Myungho whom he met just lately at a fashion event. He was even surprised that Myungho remembered him from their first meeting and was actually the first one to approach.

Wonwoo's eyebrows scrunch a bit upon seeing the photo of his friend and Myungho. This was the guy you were out with. And now his closest friend is also fond of this guy. What's with Seo Myungho anyway?

"Also, I might have opened a possible deal with him, actually."

"Without my knowledge? Who are you?"

"CTO," Mingyu fights, stating his position. "It makes sense for a CTO to see opportunities too, sir." The younger man emphasizes the 'sir' and rolls his eyes. "What's your issue with Hao & Co.?"

—

You can't remember where or when, but you were sure you heard about ONETech before. Your eyes lingered on the bold letters as you review documents before passing them to your COO.

"We're going for partnership with OneTECH for the website dev.?!" You ask loudly as soon as you barge into Myungho's office. He even flinched in surprise when your voice boomed through his four corners. "Jeon Wonwoo?"

"Won-who?" Myungho asked back, confused until he realized you were talking about the CEO of ONETech. "Well, I became friends with their CTO and we've been planning to develop a better site since we're getting better. I've also heard good news about ONETech, you know?"

"With my ex. Myungho," you say as if you didn't hear any of what he just said.

"Oh, this Wonwoo was that Wonwoo," he nods then his eyes widen before repeating in shock, "THIS WONWOO WAS THAT WONWOO?!"

—

The day of the first meeting. The world seemed to move in fast forward the moment you walked out of your office to go to the conference room. Myungho was already inside and a few officers were settling down. You bowed a little and then straightened your dress. You then walked to your spot but before you could sit down, people from ONETech came in.

"Good morning, Mr. Jeon," Myungho greets and walks to them, giving Wonwoo a handshake before turning to his new friend, Mingyu.

"Seo Myungho," Wonwoo calls his name with a forced smile on his face. "Nice to meet you." The smile drops when his eyes find you. Not even five seconds, he would look away. You swallow the lump that had formed in your throat.

Wonwoo didn't even know you worked under that guy you were on a date with. He wasn't expecting it. The whole meeting, he tried to focus so much but he could feel you burning holes on his skin with your eyes. He'd already finished the glass of water served for him in his nervousness too.

"I guess we're done for today?" Myungho stands from his seat and fixes his necktie. Everyone follows him and takes a bow. One by one, they bid goodbye. Myungho walks to you and places a hand on your waist which Wonwoo couldn't help but look at. "I'll catch up with Mingyu," he whispers and you give him a small nod while picking up your folder of papers. Myungho doesn't stop there though. He pulls you gently to face him and puts his other hand on your cheek, gives you a smile and inches closer to let the tips of your noses touch. He then leaves with a teasing Mingyu, both of them acting like high schoolers as they walk while bumping against each other's arms...yes, in their corporate attires.

"In front of me, really?" Wonwoo scoffs and walks out of the conference room but before the door closes, your anger issues get the best of you and you throw an empty water bottle at him. Wonwoo slowly turns back to you and leans on the door frame.

"In front of me, really?" You mock him. "Yes, in front of you, you cheating fuck—"

"Hey," he points a finger at you. "Language."

"I don't care," you point back at him. "You planned this, didn't you? You're following me. You should have continued ghosting, you coward."

"Mingyu did this. I didn't even know you worked here. And I see, you have something going on between you and your boss. You were better than this."

"What do you—" your breathing got heavier as your anger pooled up. "I worked hard for my position. I'm not here because of what you think. How could you talk about me like that?" Did he really think you were some opportunistic girl who'd get dirty with your ways to strive through life? "How could you, the worst man I've ever met?"

Wonwoo clenches his jaw, "I don't know how many times someone has to tell you I never cheated on you. You never heard me out. You never believed Soonyoung and Hayoon either."

And you thought he was just gonna turn away again this time. But he went closer to you and grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of the conference room, out of the building, without any word.

"You never proved me wrong." You were starting to tear up. But you knew the type of person Wonwoo was. He wasn't gonna push himself onto something that he felt wasn't for him. He was just gonna wait until the right time came. But to you, after Soonyoung and Hayoon set you up, he felt like there will never be a right time. That no matter what he did, he wasn't going to change anything between you two.

"You never let me try."

"Eh?" Myungho tilts his head. Mingyu squints his eyes too, watching you and Wonwoo storm out of the building.

"Isn't she your girlfriend?" Mingyu asks and Myungho chuckles while waving his hands in front of him in a 'no' motion.

#jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo smut #wonwoo angst #wonwoo fluff #minghao #xu minghao #the8 #mingyu #kim mingyu #jeonwonoow : works

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arent-i-the-fairest · 2 years

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Can you please do a part two of "what’s it like with neige leblanche having a crush on you?" Its so fun to see you write him

>.<

With love yakoko♡

𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡-𝐡𝐨, 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡-𝐡𝐨~ (𝟐)

author’s note : more neige! ♡＼(^o^)／♡ i’m so happy you enjoy my writing of him, he’s one of my favorite characters to write~

also!!! neige background spoilers!!

part 1 here!

neige pretty much fell in love with you at first sight. you haven’t known each other for long either, and neige being busy, you’ve had limited time to— what i’m getting at is that he knows very little about you. and you, him. you guys only know basic things like each other’s favorite colors. so you thought, why not use your next hangout as a “get to know me” session?

“wow, so you’ve been living with the dwarfs since you guys were kids? with no adults? that must’ve been.. difficult.”

neige nodded, his smile faltering as he thought back on those days. “it was a little tough, but hey, we’re doing just great now!” it’s charming how positive he is. “but enough about me, tell me about you!”

“hm, well,” you tapped your foot, thinking of what to say. “i’m not from here.” “from this island, you mean?” he asked. “no, no— from this world.”

“oh!” he took a sip of his tea before choking on it. “what??”

he’s very surprised to hear you come from a different world, and i mean, rightfully so. not every day you meet someone who was isekai’d~ he’s got lots of questions about your world!

“what kind of music do you guys have? what are some popular trends? what kind of food is there?” and the list goes on. all questions you expected, and were a breeze to answer.

“do you ever think about being back at home?”

you laughed softly. “huh, that’s pretty different from all the other questions you’ve asked. but yeah, of course i do. i think about it all the time, actually.” you let out a slow exhale thinking about your world.

and then you started thinking about twisted wonderland, and your face twisted into a conflicted sort of expression. you love your world, and wanna go back to it— but do you have the heart to leave this one?

“do you want to go back home?”

you gulped, thinking about everything. your friends. your dorm. your teachers. neige. “…no. well, yes, but no.” neige gave you a perplexed look. “sorry, that’s a confusing response— i’ll explain, don’t know if it’ll make any sense. but, basically, i wanna go back to my home, sure, but i like it here more. i just.. can’t leave. i’m too attached to my dorm and everyone, especially this one person.”

“do you love them?” you nodded. “i mean, love love them?” once again, you nodded. neige gasped and lept out of his chair. “who is it? tell me, tell me! please?”

you laughed, pushing him back into his seat. “calm down, you’ll find out soon, i promise!”

and “find out soon” he did!! ♡

it’s been a week. a week filled with more of neige making confession ideas (and inevitably nitpicking and scrapping them). though they’ve started coming to a stop— to tell the truth, it’s because he’s disheartened.

ever since you’ve mentioned this mystery person who you love so much, he’s been nervous. he wholeheartedly believed it was him at first, but the belief that he isn’t has crept into his mind.

it couldn’t be him, right? you’ve only known him for a few months; you don’t seem like the love at first sight type— he doesn’t have your heart!

thoughts like those were why he was so surprised when you suddenly came up to him one day, saying “i love you. let me take you out on a date, please!”

he felt so silly. here he was, looking for the “picture-perfect romantic confession” for weeks. he pictured something big and elaborate when this simple little confession was the perfect one he had been looking for all along.

#neige deserves the world and that is a fact #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #neige x reader #gn reader

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softxsuki · 1 year

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I have an urgent request and I apologize if you're working on other requests or focusing on personal life right now. It's been difficult to deal with myself sometimes. I get insecure about the way I look or the way I act. Do I stop talking and just stay quiet or do I talk and hope I don't embarrass myself? I always try to hide my chest because I feel like they're too 'big', per say. Sorry, it's basically just insecurity. Could you do Giyuu, Kyojuro, and Uzui with a fem!reader (romantically) please?

And I hope you're doing well! <3 - ⚜️

Giyuu, Rengoku, and Tengen (Separate) With Insecure Reader

Pairings: Giyuu x Fem!Reader, Rengoku x Fem!Reader, Tengen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: insecurities, mention of tiddies in Tengens but nothing explicit :)

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 880

Summary: In which Giyuu, Rengoku, and Tengen (separate) find out about your insecurities and how they help you feel better

[A/N: Hey ⚜️anon! Thank you for trusting me with your urgent request. I know what it feels like to be insecure with yourself, and I'm sorry you've been feeling this way :( I just want to note that in Tengen's I made you one of his wives and his other wives are there as well so I hope that's okay! It's my first time really writing for Demon Slayer so fingers crossed that I did okay! I hope this comforts you and you enjoy it <3]

Giyuu:

Giyuu is overall very quiet and I don’t picture him to be very expressive about how he’s feeling

Even after being in a relationship for some time, he’s not the type to throw compliments your way or really verbally express his love for you, BUT he does love you, a lot!

When he finds out about your insecurities Giyuu is a bit lost on how to help you feel better

It pains him to see you so self-critical about the way you look because he genuinely doesn’t see anything wrong with you

You’re gorgeous, incredibly kind, and you managed to find room in your heart for a cold guy like him–you’re perfect in his eyes

I think he’d try and go out of his comfort zone to maybe verbally express what he loves about you and maybe telling you you’re beautiful more often, along with telling you he loves you more often than usual

As for the speaking part, he won’t exactly realize you’re holding back from saying something in a group setting, but he would if it’s the both of you spending time together

He’d see your eyes light up when you see something you like, and your mouth moves to speak, but you stop yourself–sooo he’ll make the first move to speak, maybe mentioning how nice it looks and ask what you think about it

Making openings for you to speak instead of holding back because you’re scared you’ll embarrass yourself–Giyuu definitely won’t laugh, heck he probably won’t even notice if you say something embarrassing, and even if he did, he wouldn’t care

So overall Giyuu’s approach about comforting you is very chill and direct at times, but genuinely he just doesn’t get why you’re insecure

Rengoku:

RENGOKUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

Listen, I just know he’d have a whole inspiring speech to try and make you feel better about yourself

He’s always encouraging you to speak, and even directs the conversation at you sometimes to get your opinion or answer about something

Rengoku drinks ‘respect women’ juice for breakfast so you know he’s going to make you feel good about yourself through not only his words, but actions as well

Whenever you get a little quiet during a conversation he probably says something embarrassing so you both can laugh and try to get you to open up more with him and whoever else you’re around

I mean, who cares if you say something embarrassing? He’d just laugh fondly thinking it’s cute, but if anyone says anything about it to you to try and make you feel bad about yourself he’d politely ask them to stop and will proceed to make you feel better

The last thing he wants is for you to hold yourself back because of your insecurities, he adores openness as he is a very honest, open person so he’d love for you as his girlfriend to be the same way

Of course, if that’s something you’re still working on then he’d patiently help you through it, he doesn’t want to force you to be open with him about your insecurities and pretend like they don’t exist, but rather he wants to work on helping you see yourself the way he sees you

You’re perfect in his eyes, absolutely perfect; from your personality to every inch of your body, it all looks like art to him

If he finds you thinking badly about yourself get ready for a whole hour long speech about how amazing you are and how much he loves you

You might find your insecurities slowly vanishing with Rengoku around :3

Tengen:

Tengen places his wives at first priority; always his number one–he’s a very affectionate man, so you of course are no exception to that

I’d be surprised if you’re still insecure while being with Tengen, he’s always praising you and complimenting you SEVERAL times a day

Perhaps maybe it’s the other wives being around that makes you feel insecure? Comparing yourself to them or maybe you notice Tengen spends more time with them than with you? If so, then Tengen gets to work wiping those insecurities out of your mind QUICKLY

After all, it’s not very flashy to have your wife feeling bad about herself, he’d feel like he’s failing as a husband–he just wants you to be happy and to love yourself as much as he loves you

As for your body??? HELLOOOO you’re literally part of his big titty wife committee, he ADORES your large chest, says you’re very flashy and again, just throws many heartfelt compliments your way throughout the day

If you ever find yourself insecure with Tengen for even a moment don’t get used to it, because it won’t last very long

Do you see how gorgeous his wives are? And you get to be one of them as well? He sees not only your external beauty, but also your inner beauty

You even have three other girls to talk to about stuff whenever Tengen’s support isn’t helpful enough, it’s a whole family support system

Tengen loves you and loves to hear what’s on your mind and any wild/crazy things you want to say, so never worry about embarrassing yourself in front of him, he’d be the first one to say something embarrassing or egoistical but he doesn’t care, so you shouldn’t either!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 11/4/2022

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emilio-the-dumb-wrestler · 6 months

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Anonymous: <p>love your work man! Can i have a request of turning into people by wearing their sweaty and stinky clothes? My next door Russell living alone in a nice house is a glasses chubby grandpa and I wonder how it feels like to carry his belly in big suits and to live in retirement without family members around. Just really wish we could trade lives so he won't feel lonely anymore. Can you help me? </p>

I’m starting to think you men just don’t want to be young anymore period. Always wishing away this wasted youth. Well they always did say the youth is wasted in the young.

He asked you to come and help him hook up his vcr. Being the nice neighbor you are you were immediately over there was too nice to even tell him it’s a vcr. It’s a 4K blue Ray player. You could hear his heavy foot steps walking around behind you shadowing your work making sure that everything was done one right. Then making comments about how he wished he was young again. Even saying his back couldn’t take bending down like that anymore let alone his knees. When everything was all hooked up Russell was so excited you thought he was going to jump. He even went to the Galway closet to look for “vhs tapes”. There was a funky smell in the room though musky. You didn’t notice it before but you see that right next to wear you had been standing this whole time there was a pile of dirty clothing in a basket. And right on top was a pair dirty stained underwear. You could even see dribble in the underwear making them really reek. But the issue was you had a fetish things like this. Bring a closet gay you couldn’t help but love the idea of having filthy things like this on you. On your face. You couldn’t help yourself. While Russell was still in the hallway getting his vhs tapes he swooped down and grabbed the underwear and stuffed them in your pocket. Surely the old man wouldn’t notice them. He wore glasses for Christ sake.

You walked around the living after getting your trophy looking at all the memorabilia from Russell’s life. His family that never came to see him. A life that you had never thought a man like him would have lived. And some of the photos even looked …. Wait was he kissing a guy in that picture !! You were trying your best to hide your hard on from all this excitement when you heard his heavy footfalls coming back to the living room. You chuckled at such a cute site. He actually had vhs tapes. And he was grinning. You broke the news to him then and you seen such disappointment. “Well I didn’t know. Shit!” Russell exclaimed. “Well. I’ll just have to find my tapes on that fancy new stuff then. Hey while your here think you can help get my dirty clothes to the wash ? It’s a little difficult sometimes with my back and this big old tank!” He said slapping his gut. Again sending you into waive excitement. You almost came seeing his gut jiggle there. Of course you agreed to it. You wanted yo be clothes to his stinky clothes anyway. Getting to the washroom he couldn’t thank you enough for helping him with everything. You even made a comment about how you wished you could take some of the burden off him and giggled when he said “hell let’s swap places that’ll take a burden off !” You let yourself out of the house and practically ran back to your apartment next door. You couldn’t wait to touch the underwear again.

In your bedroom you quickly take your clothes off hard already. And holding the stained smelly underwear in your hands you slip them on. Leaking already from all the excitement. You lean back on your bed and begin to pleasure yourself at the idea of being Russell. You wish so bad to be him. All of him. Even down to his leaky cock. You cum your largest load you’ve ever had in his underwear not even bother to take them off before you pass out for a nap.

You wake up an hour later and yawn. But when you do you feel your back crack which instantly send your screaming in pain in a voice that doesn’t sound like your own. Your eyes dart open. You see some fuzz on your shoulders that wasn’t there before and you look down to see a slight beard growing where there was none. A small gut is now where abs once were. You sit up once your back pain subsides. The underwear had harden with your own mixtures of sex and excitement but your ready to go again already. Sitting up you can see even you feet look a little different. You get out of bed knowing something is wrong. Going to the bathroom you look in the mirror. Somethings not right. It’s as if your aging. Getting older. And already you stomach looks larger than when you just got up !! You have a flash back to your wish. You wished to be Russell. This causing you to be even more turned. In the bathroom mirror you started to stroke yourself. And as your stoked you seen the changed speed up. Shoulders becoming wrapped in white hair. A thick white beard forming. A receding hair line growing in or rather growing out ! Thick white chest hair and you could feel the hair forming!! In your hands you could feel your own shaft thicken. Looking down you realize seeing it would be a thing of the past as your gut got even larger and even hairier. Becoming exactly like Russell’s. Inch by inch it swelled further and further outward until it looked like you had swallowed a beach ball. And it taught and hard as a rock. You cock got shorter from all the added fat and looking down you ld never see your feet again. Your insides shifted becoming older and your bladder released dribble that got on your hands as your vision blurred making you need glasses. By the end of your change you had your wish. You were exactly like Russell. Everything inch of you.

Struggling with your vision you managed to find some sweat pants that fit you. It took a bit to get your larger frame across the road back to Russell’s house. The back pain really setting in carry such a massive gut !! And his knees hurting ! You were so hard already carrying all his weight you were already leaking precum again. You knocked on the door a couple times and shakey hello came. But when you said “let me in” in Russell’s own older voice the door immediately opened and you was pulled in. Glasses were given to you. Finally able to see clearly for the first time wishing yourself into his body you see that he has become you. Russell looks afraid.

“What’s going on! We have to change back ! I can’t let this happen to you !” Your back is killing you from the walk and make it to the recliner. You’re calm and Russell looks at you. “Say something ! What are we going to do”. You reach down for the lever and recline the chair and let out a sigh of relief as the pain is eased off your back. “Ahhh… I tell you what I’m going to do. I’m going to stay right here. In this body. In fact. I wish to never change back. In fact I might gain a few more pounds cause I’m looking a little skinny if you ask me.” The real russel was shocked. He looked down at his new body. Young and fit. Realizing he was never getting his old body back. And smiled. “Anything you need before I go home Russell?” You think for a second. “Yeah. Call me gramps from now on. And can you order me something to eat. I’m hungry !”

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sommerflue-22 · 9 months

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Haunted House | Obanai Iguro x f!Reader

Featuring: Obanai Iguro, Shinobu Kocho, Suma, Tengen Uzui

Content Warning: f!reader, modern setting, university au, cursing

Word Count: 2.7k

A/n: For reference, here's how I picture Obanai in this fic

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It was hard to put on a brave face in front of your friends while standing just in front of the Haunted House. You could hardly open your eyes while watching some mediocre horror films that weren't even terrifying. What chance do you have of surviving a Haunted House?

"Come on, (Y/N). You said that you would do it." Shinobu nudged, pushing you to go inside. "We even paid for your ticket!"

"You didn't say it's a haunted house!" You protested.

"Don't worry, (Y/N). You can just run through the whole thing, keep your eyes on the ground and follow the trail." Suma encouraged. "Plus, I heard Tengen managed to persuade that one senior you like to participate."

Your eyes widened and shushed Suma, not wanting anyone else to know that you're there for a certain someone.

It all started when your two best friends had had enough of your endless sighing when you saw Obanai Iguro, your awkward, 'allergic to women' senior. Even after graduating a year ago, he continued to study for his Master's degree at the same university. Shinobu and Suma realized it wasn't easy for you to talk to Obanai because of his difficult demeanor and the lack of opportunities for you to approach him. Though, they really wanted you to give it a chance and make a move. Hence their suggestion for you to approach him in the university festival. If it turns out that Obanai breaks your heart, they will be right there to support you. If things went well, you owe them dinner at your favorite all-you-can-eat sukiyaki joint.

You couldn't remember what made you agree to their idea, but you ended up following them to the university festival. You prepared yourself to say a few words to Obanai, perhaps in the pop-up restaurant made by the Culinary Art students. But no, you'll (hopefully) come across Obanai in the Drama Club's Haunted House.

"It's just a fake Haunted House." Shinobu rolled her eyes. "Come on, hurry up."

"Is he even in there?" You asked, giving your best puppy eyes to your friends, hoping that they'll forget this idea and you all could go get some ice cream.

"I told you, Tengen said he's in there! Your soon-to-be-boyfriend is in there!" Suma groaned, "Just go! If it turns out you can't find Iguro, or if he breaks your heart, Shinobu will pay for our sukiyaki fiesta."

"What the hell?"

"Shush, Shi-chan. (Y/N) needs some motivation to go in." Suma quickly grabbed your shoulder and pushed you into the haunted house, "Off you go!"

"HEY, WAIT I'M NOT READY—"

It was too late. The person in charge of directing visitors inside has already shut the door. You were surrounded by darkness, with only a faint red LED light on the floor to guide you. You kept your gaze fixed on the ground until your eyes adjusted to the darkness. After a minute, you could recognize your surroundings. A worn-out white cloth hung from the ceiling, as well as properties such as a rocking chair (that moves on its own), a baby carriage, and other items. You weren't sure about the haunted house's concept. It didn't matter because you were only trying to make it to the exit.

You followed the red LED lights, your hands covering your ears and your gaze fixed on the floor. You took a few steps forward and were startled to see a hideous mask on the floor next to your foot.

"Fuck my life," you bit your fist to suppress your scream. You're not going to scream over some ugly mask.

"Breathe, breathe, breathe…" you tried to calm yourself down for a little bit before resuming your journey.

After being shocked by what seemed to be a robot, dressed as a clown, you finally decided to distract yourself by singing.

"I know you guys are hiding somewhere but please don't judge my singing voice!" You yelled, took a deep breath, and started singing at the top of your lungs. "Is this the real life... is this just fantasy... Caught in a landslide, no escape—AH FUCK DON'T COME AT ME!"

The clown, that you thought was a robot, was in fact a man… and he left his place to come after you.

"NO NO NO, GET AWAY!" You backed away from the clown, who had a very scary makeup on. Too scared to actually process what you're doing, you took off one of your shoes and throw it at the clown, making him yelp in pain.

"No escape from reality—OI, NO I TOLD YOU TO GET AWAY!" You took another step back as the clown took two step forwards.

Whoever the clown was, he surely was having a great time because the next thing you knew, he walked faster towards you in such an odd and cryptic way.

You screamed and ran for your dear life, pushing your way through the properties and knocking things over. You could feel and see other people, posing as ghosts, attempting to grab your hand or shoulder. Yet you were terrified, shoving them away as you ran around the auditorium, shouting.

You came to a halt when you were faced with a dead end.

"No, no it can't be!" You touched the wall in front of you, "No! I can't go back! Please let me out!"

You froze as you heard footsteps behind you, coming closer slowly. You pressed your hands harder to your ear and crouched, closing your eyes shut.

"Please, no more, please. Please don't do anything to me…"

"Oi, woman." Whoever that person was kneeled next to you, "Oi."

You opened one of your eyes slightly and saw a silhouette of a man with his hair tied back. He wasn't dressed up in a scary costume; he was wearing a white button-up shirt and dark-colored slacks. You decided it was safe to put your trust in this guy, so you opened another eye and glanced up…

…only to be met with a pair of heterochromatic eyes.

At any other time, you would probably start to blush and stutter. However you're too far gone, so afraid of your surrounding. So you did the only thing you could think of: reach out for his arms.

"I'm sorry." You whisper-yelled. "I'm so sorry, I need help standing. Please help me. I'm scared. Please—"

"Stop saying sorry, I'm here to help you." He hissed and pulled you up. "You didn't trip, did you?"

"No. I'm sorry, senpai—"

"Shush." Obanai grabbed your elbow and leading you back to the right path. "How could a coward like you enter this goddamn room alone?"

"My friends kinda dared me… t-to do it…"

He tutted, annoyed. "And you actually do it?"

You nodded. With Obanai's grip on your elbow, your fear dissipated and changed into nervousness. Suma was right, he was in the Haunted House. It looked like he was one of the 'security' that helped people out.

"I-Iguro… san?" You called out.

"Hmm?"

You actually didn't know what to say, you only wanted to say his name. But you couldn't possibly leave him hanging, it would be awkward.

"T-thank you... for saving me..."

Obanai stole a glance at you, how you were shaking and fear, afraid of your surrounding. His eyes then shifted to his hand, which was still holding your elbow as you two walk through the path.

"It's my job." Obanai let his grip fell, ignoring your small whimper of fear. "You're the only person I have to save today, so far."

"Oh... I'm sorry..."

"Hmm..."

You walked silently behind Obanai, wanting to grip his shirt but not wanting him to despise you. He might have already despised you back then. As far as you know, he never wanted to deal with any girls. He certainly didn't want to have to rescue you from the haunted house.

"You called me senpai."

"Huh?"

"Back then, you called me senpai didn't you?" Obanai asked.

"Oh, yeah... I'm majoring in Chemistry." You answered timidly, not knowing where this conversation was going.

"Hmm..."

Your gaze was drawn to the large red exit sign at the end of the path, and you let go of the breath you'd been holding. Finally, this torment was coming to an end. You couldn't wait to meet Shinobu and Suma outside, even if it meant having to part with Obanai. Overall, it was a horrible idea; Obanai would never consider you as a suitable partner. Maybe he just doesn't like girls? Maybe he's into one of his friends, like Shinazugawa or that gloomy Tomioka? Whoever it was, you knew your chances of being with Obanai were nonexistent.

A few steps away from the exit, you opened your mouth to say thank you once again...

...but instead, you let out a loud scream as someone got a grip on your ankle.

"What the fuck—"

It all happened so quickly. You slipped and crashed on Obanai's back, startling him and causing him to grab your shoulder and shove you away.

You opened your eyes and the next thing you know, you saw familiar figures hovering above you.

"Hey, thanks to your screaming, people are queueing for our Haunted House!" A bulky man with white hair grinned from ear to ear.

"Tengen-san!" Suma pushed him away and turned to you. "(Y/N)-chan! Are you alright? Is your head okay?"

"Suma..." You whimpered and propped yourself up but something's weighing down your torso.

"Iguro, that's enough. Let the poor girl up." Tengen boomed.

You looked down and noticed Obanai had fallen on top of you. His head was on top of your stomach, tilted to one side, but you realized how red his face was.

"Senpai?" You called out.

He snapped out of his own thoughts and quickly stood up, dusting off his pants as he did so. Obanai stared down at you before quietly walking away.

"You're not even going to help her up?" Shinobu sneered.

Obanai stopped right on his track.

"What's with your 'allergic to girls' bullshit, huh?"

"Shinobu, it's alright, I'm fine." You got on your feet, helped by Suma, and held on Shinobu's arm. "Come on let's go, okay?"

"No, (Y/N), I'm gonna rip off that goddamn mask from his face!"

"Shi-chan, let's just drop this okay? (Y/N) probably needs food, she's still shaking." Suma added, totally worried. Shinobu might seemed calm on the outside, but both you and Suma knew she was in rage.

Shinobu stayed where she stood, but her eyes bore into Obanai's. She lifted a finger and pointed at him. "I will not let you get close to (Y/N) ever again."

Without waiting for Obanai's response, Shinobu tugged yours and Suma's elbows, dragging you away from the Haunted House. You looked over your shoulder and grimaced when you noticed Obanai just froze. His eyes were on the ground, hands balled up in a fist.

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It's been a month since the Haunted House incident. Shinobu apologized for what she had said, but she stood by it. Despite Obanai's 'female allergy,' he should have helped you up. You admitted she had a valid argument.

"It's fine," you said. "Makes it easier for me to forget him."

That's not true at all. Even after a month, you still caught yourself staring at him whenever you saw him from afar. In the library, in the cafeteria, across the campus' quad, even in a crowded diner near your campus. Obanai was everywhere. Most of the time you stole a glance towards him when Shinobu wasn't looking. It was hard not to, you've been crushing on your senior for more than a year now.

You sat in your classes, randomly thinking if Obanai found the topic you're currently learning as difficult. You examined your professor and wondered if Obanai hated him. It's even harder for you to forget him since you're majoring the same thing as him.

You stared at the paper in your hand, then at the door in front of you. Your professor had crossed one of your answer, even when you got the right answer. You've checked with your classmates. Thinking it was a mistake, you decided to ask the professor about it.

You knocked on his door and waited. No answer. You knocked again. Still no answer. Just when you're about to knock for the third time, the door opened.

"Hi, Professor, I was wondering if I could talk to... you?"

A pair of heterochromatic eyes stared down at you, mouth covered with a mask.

"Huh." Obanai opened the door a bit wider. "He's not here at the moment."

"I see... Well, then... I'll come back tomorrow." You nodded your head and turned on your heels.

"Wait."

You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Is that your quiz from last week?" Obanai asked, to which you nodded. "Come in."

You followed him in and closed the door. Your professor's office was quite spacious and organized. Tons of books in his bookcase, files and papers on his desk, and Obanai who, for whatever reason, was in there, leaning against the professor's desk. He held out his hand, motioning for you to give him your paper. You gave it to him, standing a few steps away from Obanai.

"Are you the Teaching Assistant?" You asked.

"Yes. I graded yours and your classmates' answers."

"Okay."

The room grew silent, and you took advantage of the opportunity to take a look at him up close. Obanai was just a couple of inches taller than you. He's dressed in his typical black and white striped shirt and has his hair done back in a ponytail. You remembered how he used to let it fall on his shoulder. You loved seeing his hair like that. To be able to see him there in front of your eyes, bathed in sunlight from the window…

Obanai has never appeared more ethereal.

"I made a mistake, didn't I?" He asked, out of the blue. You were caught off guard.

"Uh... yeah, it's that... that one, number eight. I got the right answer, yet you still crossed it."

Obanai took a pen from his pocket and scribbled on your paper. You waited for him to finish. He probably caught you staring, but you didn't really care. Just because you didn't have any chance to be with him, didn't mean you're not allowed to appreciate his beauty, right?

Obanai folded your paper in half and handed it back to you. "I apologize."

You grabbed the paper and waved your hand. "No, it's fine. It's a small mistake."

"I mean for the other day."

"Huh?"

"Back in the Haunted House."

"Ah..." You could feel your cheeks turned crimson. "It doesn't matter, senpai. I'm sorry for the inconvenience and for what my friend said."

Obanai didn't say anything, he just stared at you and nodded slowly.

"Well, then," you cleared your throat, "I better get going."

"Yeah."

He walked you back to the door, something that he didn't really need to do since it was only a few steps away. Obanai opened the door for you and leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms.

"Thanks again, senpai." You cracked a small smile.

Obanai nodded. "Check again if I crossed any of your right answers."

"Oh, I believe that was the only answer you crossed." You unfolded the paper. "I checked all of them and..."

"Mhmm?"

You were at loss of words. There were a scribble at the end of your paper, something that wasn't there before.

i'm sorry fancy some dinner to make up for it? Text me: 003-XXXX-XXXX

"S-senpai?"

"Don't... call me that." Obanai looked away, a tint of pink was visible on his pale cheek.

"...Obanai-san?"

He sighed. "You're not supposed to read it here."

"I'm sorry." You chuckled, not really prepared to witness your senior being flustered because of you.

"So?" Obanai asked. "Your answer?"

"S-sure." You gave him a thumbs up. It was an awkward move but you just got asked out by your crush for a dinner.

"Text me your address. I'll pick you up at seven." Obanai stepped back and closed the door, a little bit too hard.

You froze in your place, clutching your quiz paper on your chest. Your mind went fuzzy, couldn't comprehend what happened just yet.

"Dinner... at seven... okay..."

You walked away, looking at the scribble Obanai left on your paper. A little squeal slipped past through your lips as you walked faster, eager to reach your dorm and get ready for dinner.

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laughing-with-god · 2 months

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hi!!!! could you tell us anything about the unsaid vow couple? I’d love to know their story w/o the spoilers of course! ❤️

hey I love your blog! So cool to have you in my inbox!

And yes, I do have Unsaid Vow on my Patreon but tbh...I don't really have much backstory established for them as a couple, so this was a really cool ask that made me think. (I do purposefully keep their history kinda of vague tho, as I want the reader to make their own assumptions/stories.)

anyway, here's some random headcanons

I think you guys met at a party! I picture Y/N as a student probably in her first or second year of college. Had a group project and your group partner invited you to a party they were throwing, where JK also was at

He was very popular with the girls and tbh, I think drunk Y/n just wanted some dick and he apprecitated how you didn't sugar coat that

"I don't wanna be your gf, just heard that dick was a 10/10"

He was amused, you were cute and not usually his type so he took you home for the night

Think he was a clingy little bitch after that, kept hitting you up and you probably just thought he was a fuckboy who would keep trying to hit, so you kept letting him

It wouldn't be until another guy hit on you or something that JK would get up in their face like "tf you on my girl for?" that you're like...oh?

You never really had a bf before and I see you just being like "shit, it's college and he's hot, might as well try this out for a few months."

Don't think you guys have a clear anniversary date bc of that, prob just made a guess and picked a day

Honestly I think you would think this was only gonna be like a three-four month relationship

Early college bf Jk was kinda toxic tbh but you gave him passes bc he was hot and u didn't have anything to hide

I think he would keep your location on at all times, be super defensive if you didn't

he'd try to make you delete social media saying it's so toxic for ur mental health but it's actually bc he doesn't wanna share you w the world lol

stroke game had you seeing things and agreeing to whatever istg

I think he'd have a chain or necklace or something so when he's on top you kept getting hit on the forhead with it LMFAO (why do I find that hot tho?)

Took news of your pregancy surpringly well, you were ready to ask him help for the abortion fee and he was like "why would u kill my bby when we can just raise it?"

acts of service king during your pregnacy. isn't like cuddly or sentimental but def was the guy to buy you anything you looked at twice

stepped out after you gave birth to Hugo and had a lil cry

I think it would only be until after you had his son that his family would demand to meet you, I think for some reason JK kept trying to hide you from them

actually had a good bond with Hugo as a baby. kids are difficult to understand but Jk was good with babies. feed them, change them, burp them, hold them. It was so easy and I think baby Hugo liked naping on Jk's bare chest

Anyway I'm gonna leave it at that bc I don't wanna spoil anything lol

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callsignspark · 11 months

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Mar[r]y Me | part two

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)

summary: A love story told through friendship, laughter, and food.

series warnings: 18+ minors DNI, discussion of insecurities, difficult family relationships, discussions of food and alcohol use, extremely brief mentions of emotionally abusive ex-bf, eventual smut, warnings to be added as needed

word count: 3.4k

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note: happy Friday! part two is here! and we meet Bradley today! thank you for the love on part one, I hope you all have a great weekend <3 (side note: if anyone recognizes where I adapted the very last line from, we are now best friends)

part two - strawberry shortcake

“Can we eat now? I’m tired of waiting for the chicken man!”

“Hangman, he’s five minutes late, and if you keep whining like a baby, you will be the last in line for food.” Mary’s hand shoots across the island, slapping the blonde’s hand away from the food. “Don’t even fucking think about it! Go sit in the living room!”

“Ow! I liked you better when you were too shy to yell at us yet.” He sulks into the next room, holding his hand to his chest. Only his ego is bruised, but Mary can hear him looking for sympathy from his best friend, giggling when she hears Coyote’s less-than-loving response.

“What’re you laughing at?”

“Oh my god!” She whips around, hand flying to her chest in a futile attempt to slow her heart. “Bradley! I didn’t hear you come in!”

“Sorry, Miss Mary, didn’t mean to scare ya.” The smirk on his face contradicting his apology.

She narrows her eyes. “Oh, you find this funny, bird boy? Hey Hangman?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“You’re no longer at the back of the line for food! Rooster will be taking that spot from you.”

A celebratory shout comes from the living room while Bradley protests, “That’s not fair!”

“Guess you shouldn’t have laughed at me. Okay! Come get food while it’s still hot!” She’s almost bulldozed by the herd of hungry aviators storming their way into the kitchen. Bradley pulling her out of the way of Harvard and Fritz playfighting to be first in line.

“Careful, wouldn’t want you to catch an elbow with that cute lil nose of yours.” His thick arm wrapped around her waist, and the way he has to bend down to talk into her ear gets her heart pumping. She feels small next to him; she never feels small. Mary pats his arm in thanks before wiggling away to establish order of the buffet she laid out in the Fitches' kitchen, her face feeling as hot as the sausage she’d cooked up.

“Boys, stop fighting.” She thumps Fritz’s head as she passes, “Danielle and Reuben get food first; it’s their house.”

“Traditionally, the hosts go last!”

“It may be their house, but I cooked everything, so I’m the host, and I say the pregnant lady and her husband go first.” Danielle smacks Mary’s butt as she passes by to grab a plate. “This isn’t officially Reuben and Danielle’s anniversary, but it’s very close, so I’ve made a lot of their favorites tonight. All the food is labeled, but let me know if you have questions, and drinks are in the cooler in the yard, so help yourself before you sit down! Coyote?”

“We’re ignoring the slap?”

“Yes. It’s been over fifteen years, and nothing has stopped her yet; it’s just part of my life now.”

Danielle scoffs, “Oh, please. Like you don’t love it. I know for a fact that when you dated-”

“Okay! Hey! Have you guys ever heard the story of how Reuben and Danielle got together? It’s really embarrassing for Reuben.”

“No, but I would love to hear it!” Fanboy pipes up, just like she knew he would, getting Danielle off the topic of her former boyfriend, the one who had a thing for spanking.

“You haven’t even told Fanboy? Your WSO?” Danielle looks at her husband in faux shock. “Well, now Mary has to tell it!”

“Please do not tell this story.” Reuben groans from his seat, realizing his two favorite women aren't joking.

“Picture this. It's August 2007. The Phoenix spacecraft is on course for Mars, Ed Hardy is taking over men’s fashion, and it’s the first week of classes at SUNY Buffalo. I’m waiting outside of my 8AM chemistry lab with like twenty other students, all of whom are lax bros. This tall, lanky kid,” Mary jabs a thumb in the direction of Reuben, “-comes walking up, plants himself next to me on the bench outside the lab, and says, “Yo, I know the formula for table salt; what else could I possibly need to know?” and me, being the wonderful person I am, I took pity on him and made him my lab partner.”

“You just didn’t want to get partnered with those guys from the golf team.”

“I will not lie; that was a factor in my decision. Anyway, it turned out to be a huge mistake because he barnacled himself to me for the rest of the semester and apparently for the rest of my life.”

“I am a delight!”

“I dragged us through that class, kicking and screaming the entire way.” She explains how their duo became a trio after Reuben walked directly into Danielle. “She hit the sidewalk so hard, and Rico Sauvé over there froze, staring at her like an idiot while I helped her off the ground and apologized for him. I wish I could remember what I said… do you remember Danielle?”

“You said, and I’m quoting here, “I’m so sorry about him. I would make a joke about him being so tall that he doesn’t get enough oxygen, but the fact of the matter is that he’s just a fucking idiot.” And then she smacked him in the stomach to reboot him.”

The team erupts in laughter, Yale heckling him. “Bro! You knocked her over? That’s so bad; I can’t believe she went out with you!”

“Oh, I didn’t! Matchmaker Mariella convinced me to give him a shot after she and I became friends sophomore year. He was too scared to ask me out.” Danielle’s statement makes the laughter worse, tears gathering in Fanboy’s eyes.

“And it worked out, didn’t it?” Reuben leans over to kiss his wife. “We’ve been together for fifteen years, five moves, and two kids. Not too bad, huh, baby?”

“Oh god! Keep it in your pants; there are impressionable, young minds present!”

Danielle flips Hangman off, “Annie isn’t old enough to realize what’s going on!”

“Forget Annabeth! I was talking about Bob!”

That begins the biweekly argument of Phoenix defending her back-seater, which then spirals into whose dating life is the most pathetic. Omaha has won the past nine times for his horrible flirting techniques that have a 4% chance of working, according to Yale’s calculations. Mary always takes this as her cue to escape, knowing her romantic luck is the worst of them all, and she would win hands down. This time around, she collects the dinner dishes and sneaks through the back door, making a clean getaway until Bradley turns to whisper a joke in her ear and realizes she’s gone.

He scans the backyard, coming up empty until his eyes hit the kitchen window. For a minute he watches her doing dishes and bobbing her head to the radio perched on the windowsill in front of her, admiring how the pieces of hair that have escaped from her claw clip frame her face. The dark strands making the rosiness of her round cheeks stand out as she cleans up.

She’s so beautiful.

The same thought had passed through his mind eight months earlier when he first met the Fitch family’s best friend. It had been a regular night out at the Hard Deck. Everything was going as expected, except for Payback’s behavior. The normally calm and collected pilot bounced between groups, his neck on a constant swivel to the front door. After minimal prodding, he announced that his wife and his best friend from college were running late. Rooster was expecting another man similar to his teammate; a funny, chill guy, probably someone who had been on the swim team with Reuben.

He was thrown for a loop when Danielle stormed through the door, yelling about the babysitter being late and pulling a gorgeous brunette behind her.

Payback had tucked the mystery woman under his arm and introduced her to the group. “Everyone, this is my bestest friend, Mariella Vertucci. She is a brilliant mechanical engineer, an excellent cook, and an even better baker. Also, she’s single.”

“Oh my god, Reuben, stop it!” She had blushed and tried to duck away; her wide smile made Bradley’s heart flutter. He immediately wanted to talk to her, buy her a drink, play her favorite song on the piano, anything to get her to smile at him like that.

He had been disappointed when he learned she was only visiting for a few days. His disappointment had grown when Hangman and Coyote monopolized her time after finding out she had a knack for darts. The best part of his night was when she sat on the stool beside him for a breather. Bradley bought her a drink and made small talk; his brain unable to create meaningful conversation once he felt the soft material of her dress brush his calf. And then she was gone again, pulled back to the dartboard by Jake, who was happy to have someone to compete against. He had spent the rest of the night watching Jake joke with her. Mary’s laugh was the only thing in Bradley’s head when he went to bed that night.

He looks over at Jake now, where - for his own entertainment - the blonde man is turning the dating life comparisons into a game of cornhole. Content to stand on the sidelines with Annabeth snuggled on his chest and watch what is sure to turn into a disastrously overly competitive tournament.

When Bradley realizes no one is paying attention to him, he gathers the rest of the dirty dishes and heads inside. “I saw you sneak away; you missed my joke about Hangman getting stood up twice in the same week.”

“I try not to give Dani a chance to bring up my past mistakes; it works out better for everyone considering how often she’s set me up on a failed blind date.” She makes a face over her shoulder, making both of them laugh.

“Dinner was great, by the way. I haven’t had a homecooked meal like that in years.”

Mary feels her cheeks get darker at the compliment. Damn him for being handsome and sweet.

“I’m glad you liked it. I always- oh! I love this song; can you turn it up? My hands are all soapy.”

“Big Steve Miller Band fan, huh?” Bradley laughs and twists the knob. “What are we listening to?”

“The oldies station - 105.6 - they play everything from before 1990! I love them; it’s just like when I used to spend the day with my grandparents. They have a Big Band Music Monday, and if I close my eyes when Glen Miller is playing, I swear I can smell my Nona's perfume.” His smile matches hers, the joy of childhood memories splayed across her face as she rinses plates.

“Which towel should I use to dry?”

“You don’t have to-” Her voice gets louder as she talks over him, sensing the protest that’s coming. “But! If you’re going to insist, grab a fresh one from that drawer right there. And don’t worry about the pots and pans; Reuben likes to let those air-dry overnight. I just want to make sure everything else is as done as possible before I bring dessert out; those dishes can run in the dishwasher tonight.”

Bradley pauses where he’s putting silverware away, watching Mary sway to the music. “You made dessert too?”

“Yeah, we’re having my version of strawberry shortcake. It’s a twist on their wedding cake which was vanilla cake with strawberry filling.” She answers distractedly, closely examining a roasting dish that won’t come clean.

“You made their wedding cake too?”

She giggles at his shocked tone. “No, I had just moved to Missouri when they got engaged, so most of my maid of honor duties were performed virtually. But I did help pick the cake flavors out when I was up for the shower.”

“Lots of yelling at vendors on the phone?”

“Occasionally, when it was needed. I’m not a fan of yelling at people if it’s not necessary.”

“You yell at work all the time.”

“That’s because you idiots don’t listen to me! My entire career has been learning the best ways to fix those expensive ass planes you fly in every single day, yet you don’t listen when I-” She cuts herself off and flicks water at him when she realizes he’s teasing her. “You’re not funny, mister.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, it’s just too easy sometimes.” He knows he’s not really in trouble when she can’t hold her grin back.

“Just keep drying so we can have dessert.”

The two work quietly together, cleaning and packing up leftovers, seventies hits floating through the kitchen. As Mary cleans the sink, she looks at Bradley, who is trying to figure out which cabinet the serving platters go in. “When you get those put away, could you grab the strawberries from the garage fridge?”

Bradley hums his agreement, grinning at her when she points to the correct cupboard before heading out to the garage.

“As you requested.” He laughs at the grabby hands she makes towards the green container in his arms as he reenters the kitchen, eyes going wide when she removes the lid. “Shit, those look awesome.”

Mary’s nose scrunches at the compliment. “It’s because they’re super fresh. I picked them up from my favorite farm stand on the way home. And I used the sugar-to-berry ratio my Aunt Denna perfected years ago.”

Bradley watches in awe as she moves around the kitchen with an ease he’s never seen before; it’s like watching a one-person waltz. Her hands carefully fold the strawberries together, gently stirring them so they don’t break. Once combined to her standards, she plucks a sharp knife from out of nowhere and begins cutting the cake into even slices without any measuring. Mary does this while instructing him to get dessert plates out; her hips never stop moving to the music.

She stacks everything onto a serving tray that was hiding next to the fridge. It looks precariously balanced, and Bradley is about to offer his assistance when she swings the tray onto her shoulder and makes her way through the sliding door with no problems. He stands there for a second, stupidly staring after her like a lump on a log when he realizes she forgot the serving spoon.

He grabs the utensil and follows her path to the deck, a cheesy grin spreading across his face as he watches her realize she forgot something. She turns as Bradley brandishes the spoon in front of him like a sword and bows. “For you, m’lady.”

The peanut gallery pipes up. “Oh my god, Bradshaw. That was painful to watch.”

“No dessert for you, Jake.”

“Oh, come on!” Jake holds Annabeth up from his chest. “I was gonna share with little Annie Oakley here! You can’t take dessert away from me! You’re depriving her!”

“Dude, you have got to stop using my kid as a bargaining chip every time you make M&M mad.” The defeat in Danielle’s voice sends laughter through the group.

“For dessert, we’ve got strawberry shortcake with a Vertucci family twist. And a limited amount of whipped cream to go around, so please don’t go crazy until everyone has some, okay?”

A chorus of “Yes, ma’am” comes back at her as she hands the first plate to Dani, who had elbowed her way to the front of the line, using her pregnant belly to her advantage.

Mary is fulfilling Harvard’s request for extra syrup on his cake when Callie’s voice raises the question on several aviator’s minds. “Hey Mary, why is your callsign M&M?”

“Oh… uh….” She hesitates for a second before remembering she can trust these people. “Growing up in a bakery, I’ve always been the designated person to bring treats. Even in college, I was that person. After people found out I was the one who made the food, I would always jokingly get proposed to, and people started the “Marry Me” nickname. Which is such a brilliant play on my name.”

“Which was funny for a while, until a guy she used to date and his group of assholes caught wind of it and turned it into something decidedly not funny.” The anger in Reuben’s voice stops any potential questions.

“Yes, and then my knight in shining swim trunks over there almost got kicked off the team for fighting, and my ex got a knee to the family jewels courteous of the knight’s red-haired partner.” She rolls her eyes at the memory of how proud her two friends were to be in trouble for defending her honor. “Anyway, that pretty much killed the nickname, but M&M took its place.”

The yard is quiet, no one entirely sure what to say.

“I still can’t stand Austin.”

“I’m pretty sure he can’t stand you either after you sent one of his balls back into his body.” Mary snorts, feeling uncomfortable that the conversation about her emotionally abusive ex is still going. “It’s okay, everyone. That was a long time ago, and I brought M&M with me as my unofficial call sign when I started working with the Navy.”

It’s awkward for another minute until Hangman gets cornhole going again, handing Annabeth off to join the women at the picnic table. The game quickly gets competitive between the guys, and the evening returns to normal. As the attention moves away from her, Mary curls in on herself, feeling vulnerable about the information she had shared. The other women notice and make eye contact, a silent conversation passing between them.

“What a dingus. If I was your ex, I would have proposed to you for real after trying your mac and cheese.”

“Callie, I called dibs after she made those cupcakes at Easter.” Natasha protests.

“Absolutely not! Of anyone, I get the first crack at her; I’ve known her the longest.”

“Danielle, I know you’re pregnant, but I will literally fight you.”

It’s enough to break the tension and make Mary laugh. “Ladies, ladies, please, no fighting. There’s enough of my food to go around.”

“And what about you? There’s only enough of you for one of us.” Nat throws an arm around Callie’s shoulders, winking at her fellow aviator, silly smiles spreading across their faces.

“I think if we really tried, there would be plenty of me for both of you.” She winks back before taking a stack of empty plates inside.

The table settles into a stunned silence, Danielle’s laugh interrupting after a few seconds. “I forgot you guys haven’t seen Mary flirt before!”

Bradley’s heart stops from where he’s eavesdropping in a lawn chair. Is that why she never responds to my flirting? He feels like an ass, trying to catch the attention of a woman who potentially doesn’t even like men.

“She flirts with Jake all the time!”

Bradley chugs the rest of his beer.

“No, that’s not flirting. They’re just bantering each other. Besides, Jake is a good-looking guy, but he’s not really what she looks for in a man.”

“Oh! Forget Jake! She is single, right? Because I have a friend who would be perfect for her, she’s a middle school math teacher, and she has the same sense of humor as Mary!”

Danielle lowers her voice, “She is single, and she’s said now that she’s more settled out here, she wants to try dating again. But if everything goes the way I think it will, there will be no need for us to set her up.”

“What do you-” Natasha gets cut off by Danielle pointing at something off the deck.

The three women turn their attention to the backyard. At some point during their conversation, Mary had slipped past them and settled next to Bradley on the two-seater Adirondack chair. They subtlety observe as Mary leans into his side, giggling and whispering in his ear about something as she gestures towards the game. Bradley throws his head back as he laughs, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and dipping his head down to respond. They watch as Mary buries her head in his shoulder to muffle her laughter, and three sets of eyebrows raise in unison as the back of Bradley’s neck turns redder than the strawberries they’d just eaten.

“Wow. I vote that we only intervene if those two take longer than three months to get their shit together.” Callie looks around the table for concurrence.

Natasha grimaces. “Usually, I’d agree, but they’ll probably end up needing a nudge. Rooster moves slower than molasses in January when he’s interested in a woman for something more than a night.”

“They’ll definitely need a nudge, and I’m already working on it because, lemme tell you…” Danielle pauses, her heart warming at the shy smile on her best friend’s face as Bradley pulls her further into his body. “He’s in there with the champ.”

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daisys-reality · 2 years

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ᴠᴏɪᴅ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇ

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐨 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞?

hey everyone :) this PAC is kinda the second part of my other void state PAC. Some of you guys wanted more advice (?) I guess 😅 Check out part one if you haven't already :)

I will use my wild unknown animal spirit deck to find out what kind of energy you should tune into to ‘fasten up’ your journey.

what is the void state? It's a state of pure consciousness. It's usually reached through meditation. The void is within you, hence you are the void. You can manifest anything through the void state.

how to choose a picture: try to calm down, take deep breaths & use your intuition to select. Take you time and chose the picture you feel the most drawn to. (You can choose more than one picture.)

༣P𝔦𝔩𝔢 1

What kind of energy could help you?

Hello pile one :) for you guys I got the lion spirit, the bat spirit and the raccoon spirit.

Being in a state of patience and calmness because you know it will happen. Make use of your excitement/passion/fiery energy. Be brave and courageous, use your true leadership qualities - it’s your life so you should take the lead. Working on self-transformation and dedicating your life to personal and spiritual growth. Treat yourself and your body with respect. Establish a quiet confidence about yourself and about your abilities/ability to enter the void state. Embody regal energy like a lion. Demand respect from others - don’t let yourself be pushed around. Don’t overshare, keep only a few people close by, give off ‘hard to access’ or aloof vibes towards others/strangers (the people close to you will know your warm-hearted side). Creating peace and strength within you is important. Don’t waste your energy or resources and be precise. (Self) mastery and knowing that nothing is unavailable for you - no matter where you are on your journey. Be careful with being too hard on yourself - don’t withdraw from life too much - you should still do joyful activities from time to time! Daily meditation as well as spending time with your friends and enjoying yourself could help you lighten up your energy. Getting into the void state should come easily to you - don’t make this too difficult or serious - keep it (the energy) light, Establish inner peace and strength. Be sure of yourself!

Being night active or using the nighttime and the early mornings to affirm or visualize might be useful. The nighttime makes your inner mind more creative and powerful. Become aware or subtle changes in your life (that you created) and the underlying forces surrounding it. Coming to peace with your past, detaching (emotionally) from the 3D while experiencing swift moments in your life that encourage you to move on. No more lingering in the past. Every night a day comes to its end and every morning a new day starts, journaling or using a diary might be useful for you - writing down what happened that day and letting go of it. Make peace with yourself every night before sleeping. Accept what happens in your 3D - adapt to it (in that moment) and then adjust your mind to it (affirming what you really want/what you want to be different). Don't obsess over the 3D. Stop reminiscing about the past. Go through a rebirth - watching the sunrise might help you. See yourself changing by every moment that passes. Go with the flow, take everything in moderation and don’t stretch yourself too thin. The need for balance is really strong here! Be careful with restlessness, blocked emotions, indecisiveness and any kind of excess.

Becoming aware about your skills and talents and being creative will help you. Playing an instrument or other creative stuff might light up your energy. You need to be tenacious about what you want. Resolve inner issues around your self image and about the concept of ‘success’ - you don’t need to work hard to be successful. You are worthy enough. You might need to be shadowy about your plans (your manifesting journey)/keeping it to yourself. Know when to wear a ‘mask’ - sometimes it might work in your favor and other times it might limit your creativity. Manifesting equals being a creator and an artist - that’s the energy you should tune into. Detach from other people’s perception of you and from their expectations of you - ask yourself ‘Do I want to be like that or do I want to be more than that?’ and ‘What if I’m ready to grow into something more?’. You need to resolve that ‘creative ego fear’ - don’t fear being creative and don’t fear stepping in your power. Don’t starve your creative side either. Don't fear competition and let feelings of jealousy go - you are already on top, right? :) Don't give up! Hold your ground. If you're feeling inadequate for your (big) dreams or overwhelmed at times - you need to connect with yourself more! Ask yourself 'Who am I?' and 'Who do I want to be?' - compare your answers and change what doesn't make you feel fulfilled and complete. Stability within is what will make you the most powerful person. <3

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༣P𝔦𝔩𝔢 2

What kind of energy could help you?

Hey pile two~ for you guys I got the oyster spirit, the hummingbird spirit and the nightingale spirit.

Much like pile one, being patient but at the same time focused and determined on your goal is important. Anything an oyster personality puts their mind to - they achieve with grace and charm. Don’t take your inner gifts for granted. It’s okay to sometimes withdraw to protect yourself but be careful with overprotectiveness.. Don’t be shy or doubtful - listen to your heart/your inner child - what it wants is what you really need. Keep certain things a secret not because you're shy about it but because you realize that some people are not able to deal with those things respectfully. You have so much potential, creativity and a powerful imagination - it’s important to reveal those inner treasures. Ask yourself ‘what is it that I have been hesitant to share?’ - the world is waiting to see you shine brightly: Being in the energy of feeling blessed, being generous with yourself and mastering your skills might help you. You might see yourself as soft and delicate but you have a strong shell to protect yourself. The oyster lives in a turbulent environment of ocean currents yet it’s peaceful and adaptable. And It has the ability to take the sand and grit and irritants in its life and transform it into a pearl - very magical and so are you. Become aware of the magical side of you! Get in touch with your feminine and sensual side. Embody empress and queen of cups energy - but be careful of emotional drainage or insecurity. Embrace nature and beauty to lighten up your energy. Become stable and secure within.

Be positive and enthusiastic about your life, yourself and about the void state. Be full of energy - know where to get your energy back or know what to do to lighten up when you're lacking energy - and do those things daily for nourishment and rejuvenation. Spending time in nature, using your creativity and exploring spirituality are helpful. Be in the knowing that you can’t go wrong - tell yourself ‘I KNOW where I’m going with my life and I KNOW that I’m doing everything right.’. Create sweet moments in your life, appreciate the small things - change your mind so that you only notice the positive things and ignore anything that would get you into a bad mood - just be delusional! It will definitely work in your favor :) The hummingbird is very smart and curious and it loves to learn - embody that energy. Don’t shy away from things that spark your curiosity! Try to be careful about becoming pushy/insistent or sharp (with your words) towards others and yourself (especially when failed attempts happen). Be gentle and caring with yourself, appreciate your own complexity, follow your intuition. Be in a child-like (not childish!) energy - and take a child-like approach to manifesting and to the void-state - ‘How would you think about the void state if you were a child?’. People might have told you a dozen times that things aren’t logical or don’t make sense - forget what those people tried to put in your mind! - Tell yourself ‘nothing is illogical’ and ‘everything makes perfectly sense’. Know that the world around you is full of abundance and vitality, giving you plenty of opportunities to achieve wealth - not only in the financial sense but in a holistic one as well. Try to detach from financial worries as much as possible. You don’t want to establish a ‘lack of xx’ energy - be in the energy of prosperity. Be careful of imbalance and trust issues within yourself. Bonding with yourself and your inner child is the best way to make you unstoppable. <3

Become comfortable with the concept of being otherworldly and feel it. Even if you think that you seem ‘average and unnoticeable’ like the nightingale (please DON’T - you're a magical beauty !!!) know that you have so much more magic within you than others! You guys are special and powerful - embody that energy. Writing/composing and singing might help you and also listening to music because it heals your deepest wounds. You need to open the bridge between your heart and your voice - ask yourself ‘Is there something I need to say?’ ‘How long has it been since I sang freely?’ - turn up the music, write it down and let it out. Working on your throat and heart chakra might help as well as speaking freely with kindness and releasing shyness. Listen to your dreams and explore your own darkness and mysticism. Be true to yourself, establish a clear set of values and adjust your life accordingly. I know you can. :)

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༣P𝔦𝔩𝔢 3

What kind of energy could help you?

Hello pile three! For you guys, I got the camel spirit, the eagle spirit and the bee spirit.

Being resourceful - What does that mean? If you ask google they say: Think of resourceful people as “full of resources,” or tools for coming up with solutions. They adapt well to new or difficult situations and they are able to think creatively. For example, if a snake gets loose in the pet store, a resourceful person will be able to figure out how to lure it back into its cage again - that’s what you should embody, the camel spirit is independent, they know themself and can handle absolutely anything as it carries a wealth of nourishment (water) within, they are self-reliant and handle any challenge with ease, know that you are capable of anything - it’s all within yourself and the void already surrounds you. Even in the face of heat (judgment or anger) - search within to cool yourself but also the situation down. Know that you are able to bring opposites into balance (fire and water - feelings and intellect etc), be responsible for your own reactions. Keep your emotions under control but don’t bottle them up, don’t run from them and face them head on instead. Deal with your moodiness, when you ‘fail’ at entering the void state, don’t justify why you didn't get into the void state - don’t dwell on it! Just affirm intensely ‘I get into the void every time i try!’ - don’t give the old story any chance. PERSIST - get it into your head that you are capable of entering the void! Be generous with yourself, don’t do negative self-talk. Try to have a fresh yet passionate outlook on the void state. Be spontaneous and just see it as exploring yourself. Get rid of the ‘lack of direction’/’lack of success’ mindset! Don’t be immature or pessimistic. You are not helpless! Tell yourself ‘I KNOW what I’m doing and IT WORKS every single time!’. Make sure that you dehydrate enough. If you feel a lack of vitality try to go outside and just walk around or travel. Try to be in a calm and content energy regarding the void state and don’t lose your spark.

The noble eagle spirit emanates the light of the sun and the sun in tarot represents the universe coming together and agreeing with your path and aiding forward movement into something greater. The eagle is a very powerful bird - I think you should tell yourself more often how great and powerful you are - work on your self image/worth. Try to improve your physical and spiritual strength. Anything shitty that occurs in your 3D should make you even more determined to transform. Embody the best and brightest version of yourself. You are stronger than you think. Shine bright and face any ‘challenge’ head on - it doesn't matter how ‘difficult’ anything seems because you are always in control. Don’t try to be controlling or force control in the 3D - that shows that you are in a ‘lack of control’ - instead just KNOW that you are in control - tell yourself that as many times as you need ‘I am in control. I am the creator of my reality. I am in the knowing.’- you don’t need to do anything special - just KNOW. Or rather you subconsciousness needs to know and as you seem to have a stubborn mind, persisting and intense affirming might be necessary.

Again, be in the energy of contentedness and vibrance. Be earnest and hardworking (in regards to persisting and affirming), integrate affirming into your daily life. Be careful with overworking yourself, stop when you feel it starts getting annoying - give yourself enough breaks in between - work steadily and thoughtfully until the final task is complete. See entering the void state as something that can be completed/accomplished - IT'S A FACT. You will enter the void state because you can. Be aware of all the subtleties. Be careful with impatience and perfectionism. Enjoy learning more about yourself. It’s all for the better. Realize that you are ready for healing and for positive change. Learn to forgive (yourself), to forget in order to move on. Be open to change, open your heart and let this period of transformation happen. Allow yourself to have hope for the future, be courageous and generous with yourself. Don’t fear being disappointed (by failed attempts etc) because you will enter the void state anyways, right? So it doesn’t matter :) Are you feeling motivated and restless? Now is the perfect time to act on those feelings, start taking those first steps into making your dreams reality. Show willpower and enthusiasm. When losing focus or motivation - remind yourself why you are doing this. Affirming and stuff like that might seem dull to you, but they will pay off eventually. You must see all your tasks through to the end. Don’t be resistant to change.

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phantomspiderr · 1 year

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The Commander & The Star

Pairing: Poe Dameron x gn!reader

Word count: 2.2k+

Summary: Maybe you realised you love your best friend when it’s too late

Warnings/Tags: mentions of death, injury, explosions, fire, guilt, also a couple swears in there, probably the most angst I’ve ever written(I promise there’s a happy ending), cocky Poe Dameron, overuse of the words TIE Fighter and X-Wing(sorry), in case it isn’t obvious I know nothing about flying either and there’s of course some smooching

a/n: yeah sorry this came out of nowhere and is probably a bit of a mess and ngl I don’t fully understand Star Wars but I do love Poe Dameron so… hope you enjoy!

also I’m pretty sure there’s no mentions of gender or appearance or anything like that but as always if I’ve got that wrong and there is let me know! Appreciate you all, have a wonderful day🤍

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nonononono…

You’re stumbling over rubble, uncaringly inhaling thick smoke as your numb legs carry you across the rugged terrain. Your heart thrashes around in your rib cage as your eyes sting with tears. No one ever prepares you for this when you’re learning to fly, not even your worrying thoughts every time either of you got in an X-Wing could prepare you for this.

Just moments ago you’d watched your best friend get shot out of the sky. The best pilot in the Resistance, hell the best pilot in the galaxy had been shot down in front of your very eyes.

It was only supposed to be a recon mission on some desolate planet no one had heard of for many, many years. But of course, in all of the galaxy, the First Order had a spontaneous patrol in the exact area just by the planet you were looking for. Poe was quick to spot them but before the two of you could make a quick getaway the four TIE fighters were barrelling in your direction.

“Shit! We gotta take them down. You take the two on the left and I’ll go right,” Poe’s crackly voice coming through your speaker somehow sounds calm in the middle of all this. It doesn’t matter how many times you fly your X-Wing or fight off the enemy there’s always a twinge of doubt about your ability in the back of your mind every time. But it all washes away every single time Poe utters the words, “Hey, you’re okay. We’ve got this.”

Your X-Wings are close enough that you can look to your right and see him in his cockpit. When he looks over at you it feels like time stands still for just a second, then you share a nod before both flying off in different directions. Your ships are still connected by your communicators so you can hear all the whooping and taunting Poe does as he flies. No matter how distracting he is, the sound of his voice is always something that will calm you. Even as you manoeuvre around the two TIE Fighters that are close on your tail.

“Poe! I can’t shake these guys,” you’re pulling up trying to roll over the top of the TIE Fighters to get an advantage behind them. You’re too out in the open and you’re finding it difficult to get around them. You’d never want to admit that the First Order is good at anything but maker these pilots are brilliant.

“We need to go down,” you can hear him pushing buttons, obviously trying to figure out a plan on the spot, “ah! There’s some mountains below. We’re better down there, I’ve pinpointed it on your map okay?”

“Shit!” You jump when you suddenly see one of the Tie Fighters in front of you explode, pulling a hard left to avoid going headfirst into it.

“You’re welcome!” You can picture the smug look on Poe’s face, always looking for a way to show off. Always a little reckless too. The man’s still chasing off his own two enemies he didn’t need to pick yours off for you too.

“A little warning next time would be great,” you push a few buttons, pulling up your map on the little screen in front of you. The one TIE now behind you again, chasing you down and shooting off blasters in every direction. You try to pick up speed as you quickly descend into the planet’s atmosphere, your ship beeping and flashing red in warning.

“Careful, Star.” The callsign he’d chosen for you rolling off his tongue with ease still makes your heart do a little flip. Your mind instantaneously shifts focus onto Poe’s X-Wing flying ahead as a TIE Fighter tries to come at him from the side. You’re quick to turn toward it, expertly flipping switches and locking your launcher onto the enemy ship. You can’t help but tease Poe just a little, “Careful, Commander.” The TIE explodes just as you speak and you smugly pull away in a different direction still acutely aware of the ship following you.

“A little warning?” He mocks your previous words and you can’t help but roll your eyes. Your head switches focus back to the task at hand, you’re trying to find an opportunity to lose the guy behind you or make him crash whichever comes first. Your eyes scan the new terrain, the mountains are just ahead but it’s too open and the gap between you and the enemy is closing.

“Change of plan!” You pull up and left suddenly yanking your ship in the direction of some towering trees, “gonna try lose them in the forest.”

“Star.” Poe’s voice warns, he always hates when you split off but you’re the only one he ever trusts to make decisions on the fly. You choose to just ignore the warning until he repeats it just as you spot the TIE Fighter pull away from your rear and go towards Poe. Shit.

“Poe!” You pull back hard, your X-Wing just floating on the spot for a second before it twists and you’re trying to speed toward the other ships.

“Yeah, I see them! Can you get behind them and I’ll lead them-“ A shot clips one of Poe’s wings and you can hear the beeping coming from his control pad.

“Poe?!” You’re immediately concerned, thinking the worst as you catch up.

“I’m good, just a little damage!” If you’d been anyone else you’d have missed the tinge of worry in his voice but you’re you and you’ve been his best friend since day one. His worry bleeds into your brain and your focus falters for just a second you miss a shot on one of your enemies. It comes back quickly as you start to see Poe’s ship slowing down significantly, giving the TIEs an advantage. One tries to take his side again just like the one before while the other continues to chase him from behind. You’re just out of range to lock your blasters on the ship and you’re pushing your X-Wing to its limits now just needing to get a little closer.

“comeoncomeoncomeon!” You’re nervously mumbling, your whole body tense, “YES!” Your control pad shows it’s locked on the target and you fire rapidly before it can change. Before you can even celebrate taking down another First Order pilot you see the red beams shoot out from the TIE Fighter you’d just been pursuing right before it explodes. You watch in horror as it completely takes out Poe’s other wing and he starts spinning toward the ground. He clips the last remaining TIE Fighter on his way down and sends it spinning straight into a tree and explodes.

You screech out his name as you hear his ship beeping through your comms, you can just make out what you think is Poe hitting the control panel with his fist. He doesn’t say a word and you feel stuck in place like some kind of force is holding you there so you can watch your best friend plummet to his death into the forest below. As if someone flips a switch you’re steering down haphazardly, not being as careful as you normally are when landing your X-Wing. It’s barely on the ground before you’re tugging at your seat belts and pulling off your helmet. You forego deploying your ladder instead just ungracefully slipping down the side and landing on the ground with a thud that sends shooting pain up your legs.

There are bits of TIE Fighter smoking or on fire, there are even parts of Poe’s beloved X-Wing scattered on the ground. Your legs feel like lead as you climb up a mound covering where you’re sure Poe crash-landed. Your lungs burn as you inhale the thick smoke in the air and you’re scared. So scared. You reach the top and you almost fall straight back down, the sight before you making your legs weak. That beloved X-Wing he’d spent years working on, the thing that had tally marks scratched into the floor of how many people he’d lost so he always knew what he was fighting for. That godforsaken thing you’d both spent countless late nights fixing up, just in pieces in front of you. It’s hard to see it all, a part obviously exploded and was blowing thick dark smoke out into the air. Your eyes sting and you’re honestly not sure if it’s the smoke or the fact you think your best friend just died and you blame yourself for it already. There were so many things left unsaid, so many adventures you were supposed to go on together. You knew every time either of you flew that this could happen but some part of you thought that you were both invincible, that nothing would ever happen to you and now it has and you’re numb.

Your legs almost give out as you clumsily stumble down the mound. You can feel your body trembling as you search the wreckage for confirmation of your worst fear. You’re coughing now as you get closer finding heaps of metal you start pulling apart in hopes you’re wrong.

He won’t get to see the Residence win.

He won’t get to grow old and have the kids he said he wanted.

You won’t get to spend another day with your best friend.

You won’t get to tell him you love him.

Your thoughts race at light speed and your legs finally give out, you sink to your knees and sobs freely fall out of you.

“I-I hope those tears aren’t for me Star,” his voice is gruff, he’s coughing too and you almost think you’re hearing things until your head snaps around and you can see him limping toward you a few feet away.

“Poe? Poe!” You’re slipping on the ground as you clamber to your feet and then you’re sprinting toward him. Uncaring that you were just on the ground sobbing because you thought he was dead. He’s covered in ash and his flight suit is torn in places and singed in others. You just manage to make out the little cuts littering his handsome face that you know he’ll think make him look tough later. Then when you’re within touching distance your hands reach for his face and you don’t even realise you’re kissing him until you are. You’re kissing Poe Dameron and it feels like heaven. You’re holding onto him for dear life as if he might disappear but relief floods your brain, he’s really there, he’s alive. Then suddenly your logical brain kicks in and you abruptly pull away looking at him wide-eyed with disbelief. Your hands move away and back again before resting on his shoulders and your brain just acts like you didn’t just kiss your best friend but he hisses and recoils one shoulder away from your hand.

“Yeah I’m gonna need you to put that back in,” he jokes like you’re not now just staring at his dislocated shoulder. Your relief-addled brain had clearly missed that upon your quick inspection as you raced over. You’re trying to focus on inspecting him for any further injuries now instead of focusing on the way he tasted like those blue candies he buys in bulk because he eats so many. You don’t even look up at him when he calls your name, busying yourself with looking over a cut on his other arm and thinking if you have enough first aid supplies to treat all of this. Then he says your name a bit more sternly, his working arm swatting both yours away and he reaches up to hold your face. He tilts your head up so you’re looking directly at him now and you watch his smile grow, “how long have you been holding out on me?” You must look completely dumbfounded because he chuckles a little before it turns into a cough and then a groan of pain as he buckles over a little. You’re quick to support him, the trained medic in you taking over as you wrap his uninjured arm around your shoulders.

“Come on,” you pause for a second to collect your thoughts and find the right words to say, “we can talk about this later.” It comes out more like a question, hope seeping out of every word.

“Oh we’re not done with this,” he gives you that smug look he does when he gets a bit cocky and you can’t help the way your elbow just ever so slightly nudges his ribs, sending him into another coughing fit and wiping the cocky look off his face.

You laugh just a little as he scolds you, trying and failing to use his ‘in charge commander’ voice, “not funny! Gonna write you up for that.”

“I’d like to see you try,” still chuckling, you glance at his dislocated shoulder, the side with which he writes and you see it click in his brain when he realises.

“Oh ha ha, laugh at the injured man. I can type with my other hand y’know,” your body’s still riding high on the adrenaline but your heart is calm. Poe’s here with you, you’re both alive and maybe you’re in love with each other and you just never realised.

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