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sl-newsie · 1 year ago

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Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter) Ch. 1: Control

“Ouch! No no no- definitely too much moon powder!” I hastily wipe my hands on my dusty skirt as I attempt to put out the purple flames coming out of my cauldron. I’m attempting a healing potion for my cat Twilight, but accidentally misread the spellbook. Mom’s spellbook.

But I’m too late to cover my tracks- I can already hear footsteps approaching outside!

“Magica! What have I told you about practicing magic?” My father yells from the doorway.

Twilight hisses and scrambles out of the kitchen, leaving me to fend for myself.

I cringe and turn around slowly. “Not to?”

My father, a tall buff man wearing a hunter’s cap, stomps into the room. “Yes! What if the Royal Guard was passing by? I don’t want you getting locked away!”

“But I don’t live on the Isle of the Lost, so magic is allowed here!”

“They don’t know-!” He sighs and rubs his head. “Since they don’t know about your mother, it’s best to just keep your magic hidden.”

“But dad, I’m finally getting the hang of this! I think I might write to Fairy Godmother and tell her about my magic-!”

“No!” My father stomps forward and puts a hand on my shoulder. “Magica, you’re my only daughter. If they found out you’re the descendant of a villain they could lock you up. I- I only want what’s best for you, understand? I know you’re proud of this gift and are a very talented witch, but sometimes it’s best to be normal.”

“But- but-!” I can feel my aunt’s temper boiling inside me. “Why should I be different?”

I wrap my cloak around me and storm out into the woods. There’s a secret spot I have near the stream that runs into the Enchanted Lake. It’s a small clearing big enough to practice my magic safely. After I sit down on a boulder I start tearing up, torn between being mad at my father for silencing my magic and being ashamed of being the descendant of an evil witch.

Yup, that’s me. Magica Sanderson, secret daughter of the infamous Sarah Sanderson. From what I’ve gathered, my mother seduced the Evil Queen’s Huntsman so Winifred Sanderson could steal one of her potions. The Huntsman became my father, and when he found out about me he immediately brought me to Snow White’s kingdom to keep me from becoming a VK. But the one thing he couldn’t avoid was the fact that I inherited my Aunt Winnie’s magical talent and my mother’s bewitching looks. I have my mother’s pale fair skin, white-blonde hair, and slim figure. I also inherited my Aunt Winnie’s bright green eyes and Aunt Mary’s love for Cheetos. I can’t help it- I’m a halfblood witch!

Father has tried to suppress my family ties by homeschooling me in our woodland cottage and dressing me in flowy pink dresses just like the goody-two-shoes kids wear at Auradon Prep. When I was old enough to control my powers, father brought me to the Auradon kingdom to meet Prince Ben, son of Beauty and the Beast. Immediately we became inseparable best friends, always causing mischief despite our parents’ disapproval. One time we slipped a hiccup potion into Chad Charming’s drink during a gala social, and spent the next half hour trying not to burst out laughing when he tried hiccuping at Audrey to ask her out! I told Ben about my powers, and he promised to keep it secret. He knows I’m nothing like my mother or aunts, and that I’d never try to hurt anyone.

But even so Ben’s acceptance can’t help fill the gap that separates me from the other kids in the village. I’m still different no matter how hard I try because I don’t have the arrogant, uppity attitude that the other kids have.

Mother, why do I have to be so different? Could I have at least one true friend who won’t disappear?

“Meow?” A voice calls.

I look over and see that Twilight has returned with another black cat- one with recognizable yellow eyes.

I sniff. “Hey, Binx. How’s it been?”

The two felines slink between my legs and rub their noses on my boots.

“Been fine, but from what Twilight’s told me you’re in a bit of a pickle. I know your dad means well, but even I agree that suppressed magic is never a good idea.”

I stop twirling pink sparks on my fingers and give Binx an odd look. “Why?”

Binx glances around nervously. “Well… I’ve heard stories of past maidens that try to bottle up their magic until any sudden breakdown can cause an outburst. Do you remember Elsa of Arendelle?”

The memory of seeing former Queen Elsa’s meltdown on tv runs through my head, and I have to agree that holding back my magic could lead to something worse.

“You’re right, Binx. But I can’t just do some tricks and expect the whole kingdom to be ok with it. I could be sent to Auradon Prep, or worse- the Isle of the Lost! And magic’s forbidden there so I’d be powerless! That and I’d have to live with-” I shutter. “My mom.”

Binx hisses and Twilight swipes a paw against my cheek. “No you won’t. We wouldn’t let that happen, and your father would protect you. I suggest you cool down a bit and then go back to the house.”

I sigh. “I guess so. But how long will I have to hide like this? All my life I’ve followed the rules and been nice, so I’m not wicked… am I?”

“No, no,” Binx assures with a soft voice. “It’s not that, it’s just that normal folks are unsettled by the strange and unusual. It’s like you said, you’ll be sent to Auradon Prep. You don’t want that, do you?”

I gag. “Ugh, no! Ben says all the people there are stuck up and half-witted fools! I would rather eat a toadstool dipped in boysenberry sauce than associate with those idiots!” I stand up and start walking back to the cottage. “Sorry Binx, but right now I better head back to father before supper. I’ll save you some fish!”

#descendants carlos #disney descendants #jay descendants #mal descendants #evie descendants #carlos de vil #carlos de vil x reader #ben descendants #audrey descendants #disney #descendants #descendants x reader #hocus pocus #sarah sanderson #winifred sanderson #mary sanderson #binx hocus pocus

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basu-shokikita · 1 year ago

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Kloktober 2023 Day 5

Abigail Appreciation Day

I think we can all agree that Abigail could've been developed more in the show. One thing I really appreciate, though, is that she seemed to be a sort of protective/comforting presence for Toki in Doomstar of Requiem so I wanted to develop a bit on that for today's entry. I really appreciate that she was there for Toki, when no one else was. In my head, the two of them remain in contact for years to come.

Here's to you, Abigail!

Abigail pet Toki’s hair softly, fingers running across the silky strands. His head was resting on her lap, a gesture that would seem too intimate for most people, yet felt natural for them after what they had gone through.

She couldn’t remember much of what happened, besides the fact that she had weirdly protective urges for Toki. A few times, she had awoken in a panic, wondering where Toki was. She couldn’t explain what it was, just that she feared for his safety, more than hers, somehow. Something about Toki seemed so vulnerable, so innocent, so in-need of help.

Or maybe that was her way of coping with whatever she had gone through.

“So, ams you and Nathans togethers-togethers now?” Toki asked.

She chuckled awkwardly. “Not really. It’s…complicated.” The last thing she wanted to think about was her situation with Nathan.

“Aw.” He sounded disappointed.

“Why?”

“I thought it would be cools if we could pals around from nows on.” He said.

Abigail smiled sadly at him, still petting his head.

The truth is, she didn’t really feel like seeing anyone from Dethklok besides Toki ever since they got back. She was grateful that they had saved her, of course, but the last thing she wanted was to keep seeing the guys that…well. It wasn’t their fault, she knew that. She did. The fact was, though, that she was a collateral in the situation. All the trauma, that she couldn’t even remember, was because she happened to be there. At the wrong place, at the wrong time.

It wasn’t their fault, it really wasn’t. But she couldn’t risk being in that position again. She couldn’t afford it. Even if…Magnus was presumably dead. Who knew what else…It’s not like she wanted to leave them on their own, but…

Let’s be honest, they had way more protection than a measly walking casualty like her ever would and not even a million promises from Charles would change that. He would not hesitate to throw her to the wolves if it came down to her or Dethklok. And it’s not like she could blame him, it was his job after all. But she had to look out for herself.

It did hurt his heart to leave Toki, though. She felt like he was the only chance she had at ever putting the pieces together on what happened and, if she could be so lucky, start healing.

“It ams so weird not rememberings.” Toki said. “Does you remembers?”

“Not really.” Abigail shook her head. “Just…flashes…that I can’t seem to explain anyway.”

“I remembers…” Toki turned up, his gaze on the ceiling. “I remembers thinking of thems. Of da band.” A smile slowly crept up on his face. “Of when dey accepteds me…and I founds a home…and brothers whats loveds me..” He had a faraway stare, like he was somewhere else now. “Playings with Skwisgaar…we was in the skies like two gods…” He beamed at something Abigail couldn’t see. “It was da greatest days of my life…” Slowly, the smile fell off his face and he glanced at her. “Ams that weird?”

“No.” She squeezed his shoulder gently in reassurance. “I’m glad you had good memories to rely on. That’s important.”

“Yeah…” Toki’s eyes wandered. “It ams funnies. I was a bit sicks of everythings before. Nethans and Pickle dramas…I was still mads at Skwisgaar…I was distants from da bands…even Rockzo’s was annoyings me…” He blinked. “But nows ams realizing…I was stupids. It was stupids. My lives ams greats!” Toki raised his arms to the ceiling. “And I loves them! They ams my families. I loves Skwisgaar even if he ams a dildos sometimes.” He couldn’t help simpering. “And Moidaface, and Nethans and Pickle. Alls of thems…For a moments I forgots they ams my brothers. Buts no mores of that!” He nodded to himself, determined. “Alls remind them everydays that I loves them. That way I won’t forgets either.”

Abigail chuckled. How was she supposed not to care about Toki? He was so easy to grow fond of. “You do that, Toki.” She ruffled his hair affectionately.

They remained in silence. After a while, Abigail looked at her watch. She should get going soon.

“Ams you leaving?” Toki asked apprehensively.

“Yeah, I should.” She said. “I booked an appointment with a therapist. Are you seeing someone?”

“Umm…noes…” Toki averted his gaze and Abigail could tell he was less than comfortable. “Shoulds I?”

“When you feel ready for it, yeah.” She replied, taking care not to sound forceful about it.

“Okays.” Toki accepted, ready to change the subject. After a pause, though, he asked. “Do you thinks one day we’lls be okays?”

Abigail swallowed, unsure of the answer herself. Her hand gently cupped the side of Toki’s face. “I hope so, Toki.” She looked outside the window, the red sunset spreading into the horizon. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes. “I really do.”

#kloktober2023 #kloktober #metalocalypse #abigail remeltindtdrinc #toki wartooth #my writing #no beta we die like men etc

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yagirljosieohyeah · 2 years ago

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Hello! I saw you write for Demon Slayer, if it's possible, may I request some headcanons of the hashiras seeing reader as an older sibling figure?? Please and thank you! ^^

congrats on being my first request of course it’s no problem I wasn’t sure how you wanted it done so I did head cannons for each one and then at the end is a little mini scene with all of them. I didn’t specify readers age and I used they/them pronouns. If you see anything that you don’t like let me know and I’ll fix it.

tw: mention of injury but nothing to detailed or major (it’s like patching up an injury but I know people on the internet can be sensitive)

GIYŪ TOMIOKA

I think that he would be pretty reluctant to the idea of opening up to an older sister figure and it would take a lot of time to get him to trust you

however once you do he’s definitely going to be with you as much as possible

he’s lost a lot so now having someone he’s trying to be careful not to lose you

if you were to hang out with him it would consist of the two of you doing your own thing in the same room as each other

After missions he would definitely have you patch him up if needed (I doubt he would really trust anyone else to do it)

definitely says mean things as a joke but with how nonchalant his voice is it can be hard to tell if it’s a joke

if you were to ever consider giving up being a Hashira I think he would be angry because in his eyes you are a symbol of strength and you giving up makes him think you’re weak

eye contact I don’t know why I just feel like he’s the kind of person to constantly try and make eye contact with you

KYŌJURŌ RENGOKU

you would definitely have a lot of fun being his older sibling figure

Tons of compliments because he thinks you’re just great and he wants you to know it

definitely wary at first of being too attached to you because he doesn’t want the pain of losing you

Would support you if you decided you didn’t want to be a Hashira and would help you achieve your goal

constantly pushing you to do your best

You are the brains of every operation

he’s the little brother who stands just outside your door and says “I’m not in your room” when you tell him to get out

TENGEN UZUI

omg the most chaotic duo ever to exist because even if you’re chill he’s not so you won’t get or be either

you have to try really hard to keep him chill

a bit of a selfish sibling on the surface but is really caring deep down

you have to be friends with his wives you don’t get a choice

they all definitely love you too and like to hang out with you when he’s away

over all he’s giving that one meme that’s like

Uzui: “Can I have some of your fries”

You: “sure, can I have some of your burger”

uzui: “no”

Random person: “well that rude”

Uzui: “my burger has pickles on it she’s allergic to pickles do you want her to die”

SHINOBU KOCHŌ

I don’t think she’d want you around at first simply because I think that the person she’s always seen Kanae as her sister even in death

it will take a very long time so you’d start as friends but I think she’s slowly begin to give in to you taking care of her

like after missions if she comes home with a bloody scratch she goes to you to patch it up even though she knows she could do it herself

you are also now Kanao Tsuyuri’s older sibling to

you are going to be hearing a lot about Giyū being a freak and a loner

If you ever get sick she will try to make medicine for you

And if she gets sick she’ll refuse help at first until you force her

MUICHIRŌ TOKITŌ

A total air head and super forgetful

you’re going to have to remind him of everything he has to get done

there will be a lot of you taking care of him since he forgets when he has things to get done

He often acts like he doesn’t care but see down he does

when injured or sick he would avoid getting help

he would see it as not a big deal

however if you noticed and said something I think he would accept your help

generally pretty quiet I suppose

Deep down he’s got a lot of rage so I think he might snap at you occasionally.

(Sorry this one’s so short I don’t know much about him)

OBANI IGURO

Honestly a total ass but it makes sense with everything he went through

he is very petty and will try to get revenge for every little thing

he definitely Calls you weak sometimes or mocks you

you’re the only person he would ever allow to change the bandages on his face

only you would be allowed to see the scars

he would probably give his life for you

please help him talk to Mitsuri he needs it

not a great brother over all but I think he has some highlights

MITSURI KANROJI

stop I can see it now it would be such a cute family dynamic

she would want to make flower crowns with/for you

pretty quick to open up to the idea of an older sibling figure

please help her even though she’s a love Hashira she has no idea how to talk to Obani

she would make you food, definitely

I feel like she would enjoy going on walks to clear her mind of all the bad thoughts that come with being a demon slayer

she’s a hugger I know it

she laughs at all your jokes

if she’s sick she will whine that she’s dying and needs you to take care of her

if she gets hurt she will whine that she’s dying and needs you to take care of her

literally the best sister you could ever have

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

This ball of rage would be so overprotective

he would rarely let you take care of him because he didn’t want to be seen as weak

is always trying to push you to be stronger because he doesn’t like to hang around weak people

will go with you as back up on your missions

if anything ever happened to you because of a demon he would lose his shit

you have to stop him when he stabs nezuko cause he won’t listen to the others

he’s fun but very intense 8/10 on the brother scale

GYŌMEI HIMEJIME

He’s so emotional like he would be very sensitive to how you were feeling

if something is bothering you we’ll now it’s bothering him

would definitely be fine with you bandaging him up when he needs it

he would teach you all the things he knows even if you’re older than him

you’re his eyes

he gives you little trinkets

I think you are the type of siblings who can have a whole conversation without saying a word

EVERYONE TOGETHER

ANGST

what we’re you supposed to do the demon had obviously made a plan before coming here. You watched as he calculated exactly when to launch his attack on the others. You couldn’t let that happen they were your family and you would do anything for them. So before he got a chance you full force slammed your shoulder into his side knocking him over. Raising your sword you plunged it into his head before pulling it out. Just as you were about to sever his head something pierced through the front of your uniform into your uniform. With a barely contained scream you looked down and saw it was a large stone. The one he had been fighting with. With whatever strength you still had you sliced off his head. Just as he began to disappear you collapsed.

“hey guys” Mitsuri said softly her eyes slowly filling with tears. Looking over the other hashiras saw your limp body. With eyes wide Shinobu ran towards you as quickly as she could before dropping to her knees. Mitsuri followed closely behind followed by the others. Placing her ear to your chest she heard nothing. She pulled away before shaking her head and staring down at your Giyū turned walking away he couldn’t look. Gyōmei’s tears fell more rapidly than usual as he clasped his hands praying for your safe travel to the world above. Sanemi looked at where the demons face was still disintegrating and he stabbed it over and over. Obani and Muichiro both stood there eyes totally blank and hearts broken. After everything you had done to protect them they had been to weak to protect you when you needed them.

I feel really bad that this took so long. I got pretty sick a few days ago so I’m not doing my best: Sorry if this was bad it’s been a while since I’ve seen demon slayer so I don’t remember everything about the characters. Thanks for your request and I hope you have a wonderful day.

-🍬

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yournaothings · 1 month ago

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Living the Dream: Wake Up

@bored-animator Another update ;3

Norah finally wakes up.

We meet her attacker at last.

Sorry for the long pause! I've been pretty busy lately, been struggling with stuff, and of course my internet went down. D: I'm back now, thank you all for being patient. <3

Super nervous as to what you all think of this one. I hope you like it! I'm so sorry if it seems rushed.

This is one scene I've had playing in my head for weeks. I'm happy to finally get to it, but things are starting to heat up!

Characters and their Creators: Killer Sans: Rahafwabas Dust Sans: Ask-Dusttale Horror Sans: Sour-Apple-Studios Nightmare Sans: Jokublog XTale Sans(Cross): Jael Peñaloza/Jakei

Ink Sans: Comyet Underswap Sans (Blue) and Underswap Papyrus (Stretch): popcornpr1nce Dream Sans: Jokublog Shattered Dream: galacii Fresh Sans : Crayon Queen Core!Frisk: DokuDoki

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The day dragged on, it seemed and it only made everyone around him anxious. It made Dream feel so sick, but he carried on with his duties, trying his best to brighten everyone’s day up a little. He knew why the staff of the shop was so anxious, and he reassured them that there was no reason for it.

Everything would be fine, they only need to be patient.

Dream understood how hard it was for them; their friend had been in this coma for so long and a bit of hope had sparked within them the moment Dream agreed to help. Dream found out that the small family discussed the topic of closing the shop in favor of caring for Norah- Maria chose to keep the shop open for the day, stating that this wasn’t an emergency. “It would be selfish to stay closed when many folks are in need of their groceries.”

It impressed Dream when Maria knew when the shop was going to be busy; it made sense after all, seeing how long she had been running the shop. A lot of folks depended on the small shop and would be caught in a pickle if they weren’t able to get what was needed. Still, he could feel the anxiety within her own soul; she was just as wound up as everyone else was.

The bell chimed as the last customer walked out and Lily was quick enough to flip the sign to ‘closed’. She busied herself with the chore of cleaning the store, while Maria worked on counting the till and finishing up paperwork.

Kai had already left for his second job a few hours ago and would meet everyone at the hospital later. Dream switched the radio to an upbeat song, then started to help Lily with cleaning the store up. The songs that played helped lighten the atmosphere; Dream helped a little too when he started to hum a familiar song. He could see the tension in Lily’s body relax and her smile returned.

It was unusual to be this quiet, but Dream knew the women had a lot on their minds. Dream would have been just as stressed, but he only felt a peace course through his body and soul. He had the confidence that he would help Norah wake up and heal her body from whatever had made her sick.

Once the chores were done and the money counted, Maria closed everything up and shut off the lights, as well as gently guiding Dream and Lily out of the store. They climbed into the car, waiting for Maria to start it and drive away.

Dream watched Maria grip the steering wheel as her uneasiness reflected on her face. She must have noticed him studying her; she smiled softly, uneasily and released a shaky laugh. “I’m sorry, Dream. You must have been so uncomfortable all day.” Dream offered a sympathetic smile. “Do not worry about me, Maria. I understand and I am used to it. Just try to relax, everything will be fine.”

Maria’s brows dipped down as she glanced at him worriedly. “What if you can’t save her?”

You can’t save anyone. Stop now before you ruin everything.

He forced the negative thoughts down and he gave Maria a determined look. “Then I’ll try again. I won’t give up on Norah.” She needs my help and I won’t abandon her now.

“What do you plan to do?” It was Lily who asked, Dream glanced at her through the rearview mirror and smiled. “I plan to wake her up. From there, I will heal her body so she won’t be ill any longer.” Lily’s face pinched; “That sounds too easy.” She said, disbelief in her tone. Dream hummed in agreement. “It does, but I know I can do it.” Lily visibly relaxed at that, yet he could still feel her doubt. “I hope so, Dream. For both Norah’s and Felix.”

The rest of the ride to the hospital was silent aside from the radio playing. Dream let himself relax, pulling the positivity from around him. The two women were still feeling apprehensive about what was to come and it only made Dream feel sick. They tried not to, but he understood. This was something serious, and they were trusting him even though they had only met him a few weeks ago.

Maria pulled into a parking spot and Dream peered up at the hospital, already feeling the negativity of all who were sick and dying inside. He had to focus on his positivity. He siphoned in all the happiness and peace from around him, building up his strength.

Stepping out of the car, Dream stretched his bones before following the two women into the hospital. Because Norah was in her coma, she was on the Intensive Care Unit, which in this hospital was on the second floor. Once the doors to the elevator opened on the second floor, Dream inhaled deeply, already hearing Norah’s soul call out for help. She was close.

They had to check in, let the nurses know they were in to visit, before Maria led her small group into Norah’s hospital room…

The darkness dripped all around the room, it was negativity for sure. It threatened to suffocate Dream as he drew in closer to the hospital bed where the young woman laid, looking peaceful in her sleep. But, he knew better, she was tormented within her dreams. Within her mind, where she was kept prisoner.

Dark tendrils of negativity gripped around her soul, making her flinch at the pain. The darkness knew Dream was near.

“Let’s begin with opening the blinds.” Dream began as he walked over to the windows and raised the blinds to let in the sunlight. “Oh,” Dream paused when he heard a new voice behind him. He glanced over his shoulder to see one of the nurses standing in the entryway; she looked nervous. “The doctor said to keep those closed during the day.”

Dream looked confused. “I do not understand. She needs sunlight, it will help, I am sure of it.” The nurse continued to shuffle nervously. “Ah, he did not give an explanation other than the patient needed rest.” Dream raised a bone brow and shook his head. “I’m sorry, I will not close them. This room shouldn’t be dark. It’s no wonder why her brother is always so sad. Darkness welcomes the sad and depressed. We should be happy and relieved that Norah is still alive.”

The nurse paused as she regarded Dream’s speech, and a small smile lifted at the corners of her lips. “I-I agree. Then, I will not trouble you with the blinds any longer. Please, if you need anything let me know.” She explained, smiling to all three before walking out.

Dream turned away from the now opened windows, the sunlight pouring in and chasing away the darkness. “No wonder she wasn’t getting any better. She was being bathed in the dark.” He told Maria and Lily. He quietly walked over to Norah’s bedside and studied her. She looked thin and sickly. The doctor, whoever he was, wasn’t doing a very good job at trying to keep her nourished.

“How much longer before Felix and Kai arrive?” Dream suddenly asks, his focus still on Norah. “They should both be here within twenty minutes.” Maria replied and Dream nodded. “We will wait for them. Felix should be here when she wakes up.”

Felix was the first to burst into the room. He was in a panic, afraid of… Well, just about anything! More harm falling onto his sister. Norah possibly woke up and he wasn’t there.

Her passing…

But, he was relieved to see Dream sitting beside Norah’s bedside, patiently waiting for the two men to arrive. Kai walked in after, politely shutting the door and closing the privacy curtain in case the nurses decided to come in and stop Dream.

“You haven’t started yet?” Felix asked, sounding relieved. “I haven’t.” Dream confirms gently. “Are you ready for me to start?” Felix relaxes his tense shoulders and nods, his focus on his malnourished sister. “Yes, you can start.” With a nod, Dream stood quietly and raised his hand to hover over Norah’s body.

“I am going to remove her soul from her body. Do not panic, she will be safe. I want to see what damage has been done to her.” Dream explains. “After I have finished checking her soul and I believe she is safe, I will wake her up. Please do not hover or try to interrupt me, it may cause more damage to Norah.”

“Will it hurt her?” Felix asks, his voice small and unsure. He was so afraid. His sister had been through enough. She was his only family (aside from Lily) left. He couldn’t lose her. “I will make sure she remains safe, Felix.” Dream said as he turned to look at him with a resolute expression. “This will not hurt her, I assure you.”

Felix exhaled quietly, his eyes falling to watch Norah’s face, to watch for any sign of pain or discomfort. Fear filled the room too quickly- Dream began, cupped the air and when he pulled up, Norah’s green soul appeared over her body.

Her soul was tainted with a darkness that swirled within her soul. They were like chains, binding her and imprisoning her. Dream’s eyes narrowed in wonder and upset; this was familiar to him, but he didn’t feel Nightmare’s presence. In fact, this darkness that bound Norah’s soul felt strange. It was different than Nightmare’s corruption.

With his magic, he worked at the corruption, struggling to remove it from her soul. The more he fought with it, the more strange and unfamiliar it became. He hadn’t witnessed anything like this before. He didn’t want to shove too much of his magic into her soul and make her worse, so he took his time.

“What is on her soul?” Lily asked gently. She had found her place beside Felix, her hand in his and squeezed his in a form of comfort. “I believe it is corruption. I’ve seen something like this before, but this one is different.” Dream explained, but kept his eyes focused on Norah’s soul. “It’s strong magic.” He muttered, but they heard it.

“Was it the doctor?” Felix asked, his voice dropping in anger- Dream sent him a look of warning. “I know you’re angry, Felix, but please. That form of negativity will only make this worse.”

Felix bit his lip and glanced away, his hand squeezing Lily’s back. She did her best to soothe him. Maria stepped closer, watching Dream work at breaking the dark spell. He was careful, like a surgeon’s focus on making the proper incisions during surgery. Dream’s focus remained on Norah’s soul as he weaved his magic through the soul and broke each link of magic chains.

During this, Maria took note of how the room brightened; not by the sunlight, but from Dream’s aura. His body glowed with bright positivity, that made him look ethereal. That image alone convinced her that Dream was an angel sent to them from the Stars above. A monster of miracles, brought to them in their time of need.

The admiration from Maria filled Dream’s soul and with the helpful positivity, the last of the dark magic broke from Norah’s soul, filling her with nothing but Dream’s positive magic. With a soft, relieved sigh, Dream gently guided the soul back into Norah’s body. “When I wake her up, do not hover. She may react poorly. Give her space until she is ready.” Dream warned, he didn’t wait for their agreement, and reached up to Norah’s head and used his magic, pulling her from the heavy blanket of sleep…

Norah’s usual beautiful brown eyes were darker than normal thanks to the deep sleep that she was under. Her pupils constricted at the bright light of the sunlight and the skeleton monster above her, causing her to squint before blinking a few times. She moaned softly, her voice scratchy as she tried to speak, her throat sore from being asleep for so long. “Where-?”

“N-Norah?” Felix asked as he cautiously stepped closer to her bedside, taking the place where the skeleton monster once stood. The monster backed away slowly, but stayed close; for what reason, she wasn’t sure of. He watched Felix closely, and she wondered if it was another trick from the doctor.

Maria was quick to leave the room, requesting for some fresh ice water for Norah, as well as explaining that Norah was awake.

“Fe-ix” She managed to get out and tried to clear her throat. “Norah, oh Stars, you’re awake!” He cried, tears instantly falling from his eyes. He leaned down to hug her, crying into her shoulder as she weakly hugged him back. She cried too, her tears mixing into his hair as she trembled and cried. The monster who stepped aside smiled, catching Norah’s attention.

His smile was so bright, serene, and charming. Nothing like the monster who put her under a spell and fed off of her emotions. This one, standing in her hospital room looked exactly like the one who she saw in her dreams. “You came after all?” She managed to get out, her voice scratchy and broken.

“I did.” He said and his smile widened. Maria hurried in with a nurse who carried in a paper cup of ice chips. The nurse politely asked Felix to move away so she could check Norah’s vitals. He chose to sit beside the bed, his hand holding Norah’s as the nurse did their job. After getting cleared to have the ice, they helped sit Norah up in bed and she weakly crunched on the ice; the cold water soothing her throat.

“Are you alright?”

“I feel okay… How long was I asleep for?”

“Months. Do you remember what happened?”

“I think so? I remember being held by strange wiggling black appendages before I was knocked out. Oh, wait. The doctor- whe- where is he?”

Norah looked around the room, nervously before resting her tired eyes on Dream. He noticed how she studied him with distrust. “You… You’re not the doctor, right? He can disguise himself.”

The room fell silent, the four humans had to take a moment for that to settle in their minds. Dream tensed, he looked so worried now. “I am not the doctor, Norah. But, the way you describe him… Tell me, have you seen his face?” Norah nodded, and she gestures towards him. “He looks just like you, but with black goo.”

Felix was up on his feet in an instant, his anger returning fast. “You’re the attacker?!” Dream raised his hands to try and calm Felix down. He was so confused; the only one he knew with black goo was his brother. But, he supposed there could be a possibility someone could shapeshift. But with black goo?

“I am not the doctor.” He repeated to Felix. “I do not have the corruption she is talking about either.” He turned his attention to Norah then. “Did he tell you his name?” Norah shook her head at that. She paused and closed her eyes as a dizzy spell hit her after such a small motion. “When he is a doctor, he looks like a normal monster. But, when no one is around, he is back to his black goo body with those tendrils behind him. He wears a crown on his head, or… Not a crown, but a circlet? It looks like two hands reaching for each other in the center- ah, like this.”

Norah demonstrates what she was meaning by bringing her hands together, one with the palm turned up and the other with the palm turned down, both in a cupping motion as if they were about to grab onto each other.

Dream’s face paled, he knew what she was talking about. It was the same as his own- did someone take it after he left? Were they playing a prank or were they trying to sabotage him?

“His one good eye was golden, like yours. But, he holds no compassion, no happiness in that eye. He said that my ancestors had hurt his family long ago and that I had to pay for their crimes.”

“What the fuck-?!” Felix shouted, Maria snapped at him to not shout or curse in the hospital. However, everything around Dream seemed to fade away as he thought over what Norah said.

How could that be? Nightmare wouldn’t do that, right? There was no one else in this multiverse who looked like him or his brother.

Right?

What if there was? Blue and Ink… They are different versions of the classic skeleton known as Sans. Is it possible that there are different versions of Nightmare and I?

“Well, this is quite the surprise.”

Everyone in the room turned their attention to the entryway where the doctor stood. His false smile stretched across his lips as he studied the room. “What a relief, you are awake, Norah-”

“Enough pretending, you prick.” Felix snapped, his anger targeted at the doctor now. “We know you’re the one who hurt Norah. Drop the fucking act.” His tone dripped with venom, he sounded ready to fight. To tear the asshole into pieces.

“I see.” The doctor said gently, his smile falling for a moment, before he grinned cruelly. “What a relief. This play-pretend was getting old.” The six of them watched in horror as the disguise fell away to reveal a skeleton monster; his black goo, the corruption dripped off of his body and the tentacles at his back swayed like a cat’s tail would.

Just as Norah said, the monster looked exactly like Dream, but with the corruption covering his entire body. Dream noted how the damaged eye socket was opposite of his brother’s. “Who are you?” Dream demanded, stepping in between the monster and the small family. He balled his fists at his sides- he wasn’t all alarmed when his weapons didn’t materialize in his grasp. He left them behind, after all.

“Dream~” The monster purred, his grin widening. “I was surprised you showed up here. At first, I thought you came to stop me, but when I noticed the depression and sadness, I knew you were simply following the same path I did.”

“What are you talking about? How do you know about me? Explain yourself!” Dream demanded, panic settling in his soul that he refused to show. However, this monster before him seemed to know exactly what he was hiding. “Do you not get it, yet?” The monster laughed. “I am you. My name is Dream- well, no. See, I used to be like you. Until my last fight with my corrupted brother. After he accused me of not knowing his pain, I ate the black apple, and my soul shattered; I became corrupted myself while my brother was back to normal.

“So, yes. I am Dream, but I go by a different name now; I am called Shattered Dream.”

—

Something was wrong and Nightmare needed to know what it was.

It was a simple mission to feed off of the negativity that was growing within the multiverse, and to his luck, his boys caught up with Ink and Blue.

“It’s quite unusual for you both to be out here. Where is my brother? I can tell he’s done something foolish.”

Blue and Ink looked at each other, but kept their teeth tightly sealed. “You won’t get anything from us!” Blue exclaimed, stubbornly. “That’s right!” Nightmare rolled his eyelight. He was in no mood for their games. “What has my idiot brother done this time, tell me this instant!” He snapped at them, threatening them with his tentacles, sharpened at the ends and pointed at the two skeletons.

“We’re not telling you!” Blue repeated again. “Yeah! We don’t even know where he is anyway!” The silly, forgetful skeleton explained. “Ink!” Blue snapped in disbelief at his friend. “Nightmare wasn’t supposed to know that!” Ink looked confused, his eye lights flashing different colors and shapes. “Oh, he wasn’t?” Blue sighed, and if he wasn’t tied up right now, he’d slap his hand over his face.

“Holy shit, Dream Boy is gone?” Killer asked in disbelief. “Did he really run away?” Cross asked and he pulled his phone out to check over his latest messages with his best friend Epic. Nightmare glared at Cross; “What do you mean by that, Cross?”

Cross, realizing his mistake, made himself as small as he could before Nightmare’s rising rage. “Do you mean to tell me that you kept this from me?!” Cross stuttered as he tried to get himself out of trouble with Nightmare. “I-I didn’t realize it was true, boss!” Nightmare groaned and pinched the bridge of his nasal bone. “Idiots, all of you.” He muttered to himself.

The sound of Error’s glitching portal opened behind him, further irritating the Guardian of Negativity. “T-There y-y-you are-e.” Error spoke, his glitches were grating on Nightmare’s already thinning patience. “I-I-I found-d-d D-Dream-m.”

The group of skeletons perked up, Blue and Ink looking happy. Ink burst from his bindings somehow. “That’s great, Error! Where is he?”

Nightmare watched Error’s expression twist in unease and he threw his thumb back at the portal behind him. “H-He’s on th-he other si-ide of the m-multivers-s-se. Nightm-mare, you b-better com-me see this-s too-o.”

Error wasn’t one to let monsters and humans come into his space, but he let this one slide. Once everyone had entered, and Error smacking both Ink and Killer for trying to mess with his things, he opened a window to show the AU where Dream was “hiding” out at.

“I-I thought may-ybe he was-s on vac-c-cation. B-B-But he’s be-e-een here for we-e-eeks.” Error started to explain. “I-I-I thought he wa-a-as going after you-u-u, Night-tmare, but lo-o-ok.”

Nightmare watched closely as Error finished searching for Dream again, only to find him in a hospital. He stood between a group of humans and-

“Holy shit!”

“It’s another Nightmare!”

“Cool!”

Nightmare frowned, his eye socket narrowing into a small glare. “That is not me, you idiots.” Error turned to look back at Nightmare with a frown. “Th-he ano-anomaly’s name is-s Shattered Dream.” Ink snapped his fingers suddenly as if remembering something. “Oh yeah! There was an AU where Dream ate Nightmare’s apple and he became the new Nightmare!”

“What is Dream doing there with him?” Nightmare asked, frowning deeply. A different kind of anger is consuming him now. A sense to go and protect his brother joined the anger, but Nightmare wasn’t about to unpack that.

“Th-The sick hu-uman pis-s-sed the an-nomaly off, app-parrently. Dre-e-am sa-aved her, and now is-s facing-g-g hi-im.”

“That idiot.” Nightmare grumbled under his breath. He had this feeling that Dream would be no match for this version of himself. Facing an enemy, Dream always don his usual attire, circlet, and weapons. Something was wrong.

“We need to go to him, then!” Blue explained and suddenly pulled out of his inventory, Dream’s weapons and circlet. “He does not have his weapons!” Nightmare rolled his eyelight. He knew it. “Error, take us there this instant-”

Error interrupted Nightmare with a laugh and shook his head. “I-I’m not doi-ing anything of-f the sort-t. N-Not without pay-yment!” Nightmare’s eyelight rolled once again, and he released a heavy sigh. “You will get your chocolate bars. Now, take me to Dream, this instant!” Error acted like he was thinking about it, Nightmare’s anger began to rile up once more. The moment Nightmare’s tentacles sharpened, Error gave in. “Fi-ine.”

The window disappeared and a portal took it’s place. Nightmare didn’t have to give any commands, he knew his boys would follow him through. Blue and Ink were quick to follow after Nightmare, Cross hurrying after to catch up to his boss. Killer, Dust, and Horror followed right after at a more leisurely pace.

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stars-tonight · 3 months ago

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Hi! I love all the matchups you’ve been doing and I would love to get one if you don’t mind Ꮚ^ꈊ^Ꮚ, thank you so much!!

✩ Long matchup; romantic

✩ Any pronouns, male preference but also okay with a female pairing!

✩ Ideal partner: Level-headed/patient, someone I’m able to rely on and who can be mature and calm when needed while still knowing when to let loose and be goofy sometimes, and also someone who is willing to rely on others when they need it too. Understanding, someone who is non-judgmental and open-minded, especially with any sensitive or personal topics. Someone who is willing to try out new experiences and meet new people. Lowkey want someone who can match whatever vibe I currently got going on lol.

✩ I would say I lean into being introverted quite a bit, I like to keep to myself mostly but if the people and vibes in a situation are right then I’ll feel comfortable with being more talkative and active in whatever is going on. I can be a bit stubborn(?) or passionate about the things that I care about, especially if I also have a certain goal in mind towards them. Massive overthinker and generally very anxious in unfamiliar settings lol, but willing to try new things and meet new people.

✩ My main hobby is art, I spend a lot of my time drawing on my tablet making characters or drawing fanart of media that I enjoy. My other hobbies include playing video games (things like minecraft, breath of the wild, animal crossing, etc), writing, and collecting figurines of characters from media that I like (anime, movies, etc)!

✩ Love languages: I like to give acts of service, gifts, or quality time and I like to receive physical touch or quality time

✩ Ideal date: something quiet and chill like going to a coffee shop, cat cafe, or museum

✩ Other: My MBTI is INFP, I’m an Aries, I love to wear gothic fashion and jewelry (similar to misa amane’s style in death note), and my favorite colors are purple or dark green.

Likes: lamb biryani (my beloved), rainy days, watching horror movies, and goth/rock/R&B music

Dislikes: summer heat, loud areas, and pickles

headcanons

🥛 suga is an ambivert and has two sides to him

🥛 the responsible mama side

🥛 and the wild little child side

🥛 with that being said, he can be patient, mature, and calm, but also goofy

🥛 and he's also willing to try new things, meet new people

🥛 he's just a rather chill guy who can go with the flow and match your energy levels

🥛 although i can say with confidence that i think suga would be completely non judgemental and open minded when it comes to personal topics

🥛 he'd make sure to do his research too so if you or anyone else he knew was ever struggling he would be well prepared and know how to help them and care for them

🥛 suga can be really passionate about his work or activities, such as when he spent all night coming up with hand signals for plays to run

🥛 suga strikes me as a pretty artistic guy; he at least has an appreciation for art and literature

🥛 he's not the best at drawing but he'll always admire and praise your work

🥛 and if he played video games it'd probably be a cozy game like animal crossing

🥛 i think he likes seeing people's hobbies and seeing the passion others have for what they do

🥛 so he'd love to see how much you love art! it comes off really endearing and charming

🥛 he likes to spend a lot of time with you; you could just be doing your own thing next to each other, but what's important is that you're together

🥛 and suga suits chill dates really well

🥛 can you imagine him surrounded by fluffy cats 🥺

runner up for you was kuroo tetsurō!

A/N: hi! i'm sorry about the long wait, but i hope you liked your matchup!

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wooahaes · 1 year ago

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a minor cold

pairing: non-idol!hyunsuk x gn!reader

genre: fluff & comfort.

word count: 0.8k

warnings: food mentions. readers slightly sick (and being babied by hyunsuk).

daisy's notes: he is just so. <3 he is just so sweet

Hyunsuk was probably the softest boyfriend in the entire world, and the way he’d dropped everything to take care of you because you had a cold was proof of that.

Despite your insistence that you would be fine, Hyunsuk had insisted on coming over. He was only going to play video games with Yoshi later, and the two of them could do that pretty much any day. He’d come into your apartment bearing everything that he needed to take care of you: cold medicine (because you told him you were out), the ingredients for soup that he’d make after he checked on you, his hoodie for you to hold onto, a box of tea that he read was supposed to be good for you, and a bottle of honey (despite you telling him you owned one). While you sprawled out on your couch, eyes shut and listening to your boyfriend as he moved to and fro, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was doting on you for a reason. It was just a cold, after all. Sure, you felt like shit, and you’d whined about how much your head was starting to hurt, but you could take care of yourself just fine.

Still, you liked to hear him as he moved around your apartment, humming along to whatever he was playing on his phone. You’d heard it pause for a minute, though, and the sound of his phone ringing since it’d been put on speaker. Before you knew it, the person on the other end picked up.

“I was looking at the recipe you sent me…” You could hear Hyunsuk said, humming to himself for a minute. “I wanted to ask what this meant…”

A moment later, you heard his mom replying. Something about the tender way he spoke about you was enough to make you bury your face in your hands, too embarrassed at how loving he was being now. There was no shortage of love with him, of course, but the fact he’d asked his mom for this recipe? And the warm way he spoke about you, updating her on your health (yes, he made sure you took medicine, you’re just resting now because you had a headache—otherwise he’d let her say hi, he promised)... It was all too much for you to handle on top of everything else you were feeling.

Someone once told you that Hyunsuk was a little bit intimidating in the way he dressed and carried himself. Yet he’d always been the most loving toward his friends, and doted on you whenever given the chance to. Eventually, you could hear the sound of his footsteps drawing nearer as he nudged for you to sit up. He was holding your favorite mug, passing it to you.

“I looked up the best tea to help with your sore throat,” he said. “And I put honey in it—That should help, right?”

Oh, the things you would do for him if anyone hurt him. Hyunsuk might look like he’d bite, but you were pretty damn sure people should be more scared of you. You were the fiercely protective one in your relationship, the “he asked for no pickles,” person. You accepted the mug from him with a quiet thanks, pausing for just a moment to look at your boyfriend again. “It’s just a slight cold, babe.”

He waved it off. “I’m taking care of you today,” he said. “I’m still making the soup, but it should be done soon, and—”

“What about Yoshi?” You frowned a little. “You said you two were going to game… I hate that you had to cancel because of me.”

He took your face into his hands, lightly squishing your cheeks. “You’re my baby,” he said with a giggle, “so today I’ve gotta take care of my baby. Yoshi and I can play some other day. You’d do the same for me, right?”

You had done the same for him. He came down with the flu, and you had showed up to his apartment, masked up, and kept your distance while taking care of him. Outside of class and work, you pretty much spent every spare moment making sure he got better and that his roommate, the aforementioned Yoshi, didn’t get sick (lest you have to take care of him too). You settled to take a sip of the tea instead, only stopping Hyunsuk a moment before he could leave.

“Is something wrong?”

You shook your head, pouting a little over what you wanted. He couldn’t kiss you without potentially getting sick, but… You tapped at your cheek, closer to your ear to hopefully avoid getting him sick.

He chuckled, leaning in to press a quick peck against your skin. “Rest up,” he said. “It’s my turn to take care of you.”

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 1 year ago

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Once Upon a Time on The Razor Crest

Summary: Din thinks things over.

A/N: Hello lovelies,

I apologize for the delay, got sidetracked yesterday and still needed to do some editing.

I hope you are all having a lovely weekend.

Love oo.

Due to the past history of the OC there will be discussions alluding to past domestic abuse, please note that as it could be a trigger for some.

Warnings: Discussions of hiding, running away from a bad situation, trust issues, parental concerns, not feeling worthy, feelings of doubt, fluff. I think that's it, if I miss anything please let me know.

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THE RAZOR CREST SEVEN

CHAPTER TEN

Din didn’t know if he wanted to smack Cobb upside his head, or praise him for providing support to those who were trying to escape a bad situation. However, he kept think about his words, “She’s going to do just fine. I think you two are going to get along, just make sure to rein in that charming horrible bedside manner, and you should be fine.”

“How do you know?”

“Hmmm?” Cobb asked as he bit into the sandwich he made.

“How do you know she’ll be fine?”

“Well I may have just met her, but Fennec spent a lot of time talking to her. Helping her to get her, and she came highly recommended by her” Cobb quirked his eyebrow, as he finished chewing his sandwich. “You got any dijon mustard?”

“Check the fridge door, bottom shelf.”

“Ah!” Cobb shouted when he found the bottle he was looking for, and adjusting his sandwich. “Anyway yeah, so Fennec said she trusted her, and you know Fennec she doesn’t trust anyone.”

“Fennec?”

“Yes. Fennec.”

Din pinched the bridge of his nose, somehow the sensation that he just took on more than he should’ve filled him, “Cobb, what did you get me into?”

“Nothing. Just maybe pull you out of rut. Listen you said you needed help, and she’s capable, smart, and she needs a place to lay low. Fennec didn’t tell me everything, but from what I hear it’s pretty bad. And anyway, you need help, right? Someone who understands how to keep to themselves and not ask a lot of questions? She kind of fits the bill, no? So then, win-win”

“Who are you Peli?”

Cobb huffed out a laugh, “Spend enough time around her eventually, that’ll happen. Anyway, is it not a win-win?” He asks, as he wipes the mustard that dribbled from his mouth. Cobb simply shrugged as he gave him a look, it was a look Cobb had perfected over years since he’d been friends with the stubborn man before him. A look that told Din, he needed to stop having such a pickle up his butt.

“Fine. Okay.”

Cobb patted his shoulder as he stepped out of the kitchen once he finished his sandwich, “You know Ann’s not all that bad, she seems sweet. Easy on the eyes, and has a very enjoyable laugh.”

“Great, I’ll tell her you said that”

Cobb’s smile etched across his face, “You say that like it’s a bad thing. Only thing you’re doing is making it easier for me, when I try to woo her”

“Woo? What are you a hundred?”

“No, I’m a gentleman, and that’s what gentlemen do” Cobb donned his hat, tipping it to his best friend as he strode out of the house, to help Ann with her bag.

Din stood in the kitchen looking at Camilla’s picture, it was taken when she was seven months pregnant with Grogu. It was a time when they both were happy, as a world of possibilities were open before them. His finger trailed over her face, he missed her smile, the way she looked at him full of love and kindness; as though she could see right through him and knew what he was thinking.

There was a warmth her presence filled in the house, it was something he missed.

Now that it was just him and Grogu he tried to make the house as warm as she used to, but it wasn’t the same.

They were getting by, it helped that Grogu didn’t really have memories of Camilla, but he still felt he was lacking in every way that mattered for his son. He tried harder than most probably had, and it still didn’t feel right.

And now, he had a new farmhand, who was looking for a place to lay low, what could possibly go wrong?

Din looked at the watch, it was almost time for Grogu to be home, he headed towards the end of the driveway. He stood waiting for the bus. As soon as the bus stopped Grogu jumped off the bus and ran up the path as fast as his legs could carry him to the ranch as his school work flapped in the wind, Din stood with wide arms, ready to pick up his six-year-old.

“Patu!”

“Hey buddy, how was school?” Din held Grogu close to his chest, as Grogu’s arms wrapped around his neck.

“Good. Look” he pulled back, his hand still clutching on to his school work, as he showed it in front of his dad’s face.

Din couldn’t make it out properly as it flapped in the wind, he held on to one side pulling it back away from his face so he could see it clearly, his eyes began to water at the artwork. It was a drawing of what looked like their ranch, with what he assumed were animals, possibly representing the horses, and in front were two figures holding hands. “Isn’t that us, bud?”

“You, me, Tak and Mis” Grogu pointed out each figure naming them.

“I love it. You did so good buddy!” Din gave him a hug, pressing him closer to his shoulder. “I’m going to hang this in my office right now. Is that okay?” Grogu simply nodded as he rested his head on his dad’s shoulder, Din shifted till he carried him in one hand and Grogu’s backpack in the other.

Grogu’s artwork was still in his little hands clutching it for his father.

Din started walking back to the house, taking a detour by way of the nuna pens. It was one of Grogu’s favourite things to do. He let Grogu down, letting him have a moment to say hi to all of the nunas and chicks in there, after which Grogu ran over to spend time with the horses and Bessie.

It was almost an hour later when they began heading inside, Din was a little nervous to see Grogu’s reaction to Ann, it wasn’t so much that they never had workers before, but they never had a female worker. As he looked at Grogu’s happy innocent face, a sense of dread filled him. Maybe this was a bad idea.

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k1ckback · 2 years ago

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Hi! I was wondering if I could get hunter x male reader who's got autism? If not, hunter x male reader where they're enemies but they get caught in a trap and the only way to get out safely is to dance in a specific way. (I've been listening to Underground by Cody fry on repeat and it's what gave me the idea 😅)

Yeah of course!

Hunter x Male! Autistic Reader

(I wrote this with a reader in mind but didn’t really fixate on gendered terms so this can be read as a GN Reader too)

(I also love Cody Fry dude, if you haven’t heard his other songs you should listen I’m sure you’d love them. Some of them are covers but honestly I think he outdoes himself with most of his music)

- not to push my agenda on here, but hunter’s also most likely on the spectrum, he just didn’t get the advantage of growing up in a place where diagnosis was an option. so when you first tell him about it prepare for lots of questions. it isn’t to overwhelm you (but if it does he will totally back off and give you some space) he’s just trying to make sure he knows everything he can.

- asks around (specifically luz as she has her own experience with diagnosis) and finds a few books on it, though he’s especially excited to learn from you (especially if this means that he can help you cope with any symptoms better)

- when he finds out about any interests of yours, he’s so beyond happy to see you excited about something, he wants to hear all about it, all your favorite facts, what first got you into it. (if this is also overwhelming he’ll opt to infodump about his interests instead) - definitely gets you tiny gifts related to your interests or hyperfixations, (or will make them depending on if it’s a common interest or not) though as much as he loves to see your reactions to them, he’ll occasionally leave them in your room just so you can react without worrying about masking. (he stresses out quite a bit himself when gifted something and having to immediately react in front of others) - similar to how he made his costume from cosmic frontier, if you want a halloween costume related to your interest this boy will put everything he has into making it for you. anything to see your joy. - that being said if anyone were to ever make fun of your excitement for these interests, they’ll have an angry hunter to deal with

- if you get overstimulated? he’s the best at finding hiding places. big closets, quiet gardens, places only the two of you frequent? his absolute favorite. he’ll hold you if you’re not uncomfortable with it, and if not he’ll sit beside offering verbal comfort (to his best capability) “it’s alright, I promise, i’m right here.”

- doesn’t realize it but he tends to mimic your stims, so if you don’t point this out to him someone in the group probably will. it’s both a case of mirroring and finding out stim’s he also likes. though has some of his own as well (chewing on things he’s holding, clapping, hand flaps) flapjack and him tend to flap together though.

- he did pick up a stim where he sang the burger king whopper song because he heard it in commercials too many times.

- if you have any sensory issues with food, he’ll be sure to advocate for them the best he can, whether this means helping you make safe foods or just reminding anyone making the food of these struggles. very “excuse me, they asked for no pickles” energy.

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hoshibatake · 4 months ago

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Sunflower Live - Chapter 5

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Rooftop

Makoto: (Whoa, there isn’t a cloud in the sky today…☆)

Makoto: (The sun is pretty bright, but the nice breeze makes it so that it doesn’t feel too hot. Coming to the rooftop was probably a good choice.)

Makoto: (Heheh. The AC was blasting in the AV room, so instead of just cool it was almost cold in there. Outside is the perfect place to warm up a little〜♪)

Makoto: (Let’s see… There’s a bench in the shade over there. I bet I’ll be able to look at my phone there without worrying about screen reflections.)

Makoto: (Since the Sunflower Live will be held at the coast, it’ll probably resemble a summer festival. I’ll just do some research about that type of event!)

Makoto: 〜♪

Izumi: Yuu-kun!♪

Makoto: Gaah!?

Izumi: Ufufu, such a cute scream. You don’t need to be so alarmed. I just wanted to look at your face for a bit.

Makoto: No, no. Anyone would be alarmed if someone suddenly just grabbed their face at point blank range like that!

Makoto: What are you even doing here, Izumi-san…? I hope you didn’t come all the way up here because you saw me from below.

Izumi: I sure did♪ I was just about to go home, but then I saw you on the rooftop, so I came running as fast as I could.

Izumi: It must be fate that we’re meeting here like this. You don’t seem to be doing anything important, so let’s go home together♪

Makoto: Hey! Why does lying to me come as easy to you as breathing*? It wasn’t even a coincidence, because you intentionally came here!

(TN: Not 100% sure about this translation. The Japanese said “iki wo suru you ni uso wo tsuku”, which sounds like some kind of proverb or expression, but I couldn’t find more info about it, so I kept it literal.)

Makoto: I’m busy with the preparations for our next concert, so I don’t have time to go with you right now. If that’s all you wanted, could you go get lost or something?

Izumi: You’re probably in a bad mood because of this heat, which is why you’re being this rude to me, right?

Izumi: People say “good manners make for good relationships”, but I’m a kind onii-chan, so I’ll overlook your rudeness♪

Makoto: Well, you’re not my older brother*.

(TN: While Izumi uses “onii-chan”, Makoto uses the word “ani” here. It’s a pretty neutral way of saying “older brother”)

Makoto: I’m sorry for being rude, though. But I am actually busy with the preparations for a concert, so I don’t have time to entertain you.

Izumi: You say that, but you’re just playing with your phone. What are you even looking at?

Makoto: I’m looking for information on what kind of merchandise sells well at a summer festival.

Izumi: Summer festival? Hmm? Are you planning to attend a summer festival with your clique?

Makoto: Hm〜 They’re holding an event called the Sunflower Live on the local beach at the end of the month. Trickstar is going to participate.

Makoto: We’re going to set up a booth and sell merchandise while we’re at it, too… And after dividing the tasks among ourselves, Subaru and I ended up taking on the responsibility for coming up with ideas for merch to sell.

Izumi: Hmm. My adorable little brother is in a pickle, so as his onii-chan, I can’t very well leave him to his own devices. Alright, I’ll help you♪

Makoto: No, thanks, I’m fine on my own! If I accept your help, I’m afraid of what you’ll be expecting in return!

Izumi: I won’t expect anything in return, don’t worry. I simply want to help you out of the kindness of my heart.

Makoto: Urgh〜 You might say that, but I don’t trust you at all. Although I feel like you would actually be helpful, because you seem like the kind of person who’s up to date on trends.

Makoto: …Do you promise not to ask anything in return?

Makoto: You won’t demand that I call you “onii-chan” or that I say “I love you”, or something?

Izumi: I-I won’t. I felt my conviction waver for just a second there, but I said I wouldn’t ask for anything in return, so I actually won’t.

Makoto: Alright. In that case… Izumi-san, could you take a look at this? I’ve narrowed it down to three options. Which one do you think would sell the best?

Izumi: A drink bottle, a smartphone case or a mug… They’re all safe bets, so I don’t think any of them won’t sell well, but…

Izumi: …the Sunflower Live is something akin to a summer festival, right?

Izumi: Aren’t T-shirts and towels the kinds of things they usually sell at summer festivals?

Makoto: Oh, I see. …Hmm, yes. We could order custom T-shirts.

Makoto: Still, even if we decide to order custom T-shirts, there’s various printing methods. Which do we pick? I guess it’d be nice if it’s a cheap method.

Makoto: All we’d be doing is putting a print on a T-shirt, so I doubt it makes much of a difference anyway.

Izumi: Yuu-kun, you know what they say: “You get what you pay for.” A cheap method may not agree with the type of fabric being used, and the colors might end up looking completely different from what you were expecting.

Izumi: You should read the instructions properly.

Izumi: Plus, if you buy cheap T-shirts, the fabric might be so thin the shirts end up being translucent. You need to know the minimum thickness you want.

Makoto: Oh, right. I was just thinking about keeping the costs down, but it’s better to invest a little bit in a higher quality product.

Makoto: Oh, this looks a bit better. The fabric’s durability and the printing method are better, so the price is a bit higher as well, but if you order a whole bunch, you get a discount.

Makoto: I guess I’ll just ask for a quote from this company for this fabric type and this printing method. Should I use the same approach when I’m looking at the towels?

Makoto: Izumi-san, it’d help me out a bunch if you’d be willing to give advice about those as well♪

Next chapter

#ensemble stars #story translation #makoto yuuki #izumi sena

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lillywillow · 2 years ago

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It Started With a Jar

Summary: When Steve can’t get a jar of pickles open, he heads to the gym for help

Word Count: 1452

Written for: @the-slumberparty ‘s Week Four: Across the Universe challenge (Modern AU)

Pairings: Skinny!Steve Rogers x StrongWoman!Reader (No descriptions of body though)

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, use of pet names, some bullying

One afternoon, Steve decided he wanted some pickles for a snack. He grabbed the jar and tried to open the lid but it wouldn’t budge. He tried using a towel, a grip, running it under hot water and banging it against the counter but the lid was stuck tight. Normally, Steve would ask his roommate Bucky with a problem like this but he was out of town for the day. He could ask Sam but he would tease him first. Sure, he could wait until later to have his snack but his desire for a pickle really outweighed his patience. Maybe… maybe someone at the local gym could help him with his problem.

…

As Steve looked around the gym, he felt intimidated. Most of these guys looked like they could snap him in two and they probably could… that’s why he decided not to bother them. He looked around for someone who looked less like they would be annoyed if he asked them something so silly. That’s when he spotted a woman who had just finished a workout and was wiping off her machine.

“Um, excuse me,” Steve began, waiting for her response.

“Yeah?” she replied, taking out an earbud to hear him better.

“I… I know this sounds silly but I was wondering if… if you might be able to help me open this…” he stated, presenting the jar. “I tried everything at home and it just wouldn’t open…”

The woman gave him a warm smile that sent butterflies swarming in the pit of his stomach.

“Sure thing, cutie,” she smiled, extending her hand for the jar.

Steve handed over the item and she attempted to pry the lid off.

“My, it is a bit tight, isn’t it?” she grunted, placing the jar between her knees for better leverage.

The fact that even someone like her was struggling with it proved to Steve how badly stuck this lid was on. Finally, the damn thing relented with a soft pop.

“There you go, hon. That was a tough one…” she softly sighed, handing the pickles back to him.

“Thank you so much,” Steve beamed. “Um… would you like one?” he offered.

“No, thank you, sweets. If you ever have that problem again, just ask for Y/N,” she smiled.

“I’m Steve,” he replied.

“I hope to see you around again, Steve,” Y/N smiled as she headed to the locker rooms.

As Steve headed home with his jar of pickles, he really did hope he would see her again.

…

A few weeks went by and Steve would come to the gym to ask for your help opening jars. It got to a point where you enjoyed his visits. You started getting something to eat or drink with him after your sessions and had pleasant conversations. Sometimes, Steve would help you out with your forms, sometimes, he would bring his art book and draw. It never bothered you. Steve would sit out of the way, occasionally glancing up at you before looking back at whatever piece he was working on. You just smiled and went on with your workout. There were however, some jerks that did object to having this sweet guy on their territory.

One day, Steve was going about his business drawing when some big dude knocked his book out of his hand. He tried to recover it but another guy stepped on his hand. Steve winced and looked up at the two bullies.

“You don’t belong here, string bean,” one of them sneered.

“Yeah,” the other repeated with the same sinister look on his face.

“Hey!” you shouted, abandoning your weights and rushing over to them. “Leave him alone!”

“He doesn’t even work out!” one of the men protested, shifting his foot from Steve’s hand.

“So what? He’s not hurting anyone,” you retorted.

“Let’s see what management has to say about him being him,” the other one threatened.

“Yeah, you go ahead and do that Bruno. I’m sure they’d be very interested in knowing that your membership here expired two years ago but you’re still coming…”

The one identified as Bruno backed off.

“And you, Julian… I’m sure they’d also like to know about that so-called documentary you shot in the men’s locker-room…”

Defeated, the two men walked away. You instantly knelt down to tend to Steve.

“Are you okay, baby boy? Did he hurt you?” you asked, gently taking the hand that had been stepped on in yours to assess the damage.

“I’m okay. I think it feels worse than it looks,” he sniffled.

“Let’s take a break now,” you suggested, helping Steve pick up the pages that had fallen out of his book.

As you picked up the pieces of paper, you noticed most of the drawings were of you. Some of them were of you in your athletic clothes, some were of you posed mid-workout but reimagined into some kind of warrior or goddess engaged in battle. You felt flattered. Steve blushed furiously when he noticed you looking at those ones in particular.

“I’m so sorry,” he began, becoming all flustered.

“Don’t worry about it, Stevie. I did give you my permission to draw me… I just find it amazing this how you see me,” you softly smiled.

Steve smiled back, his blush creeping down his neck and tinting the tips of his ears. You found him utterly adorable. His face suddenly fell as he looked over your shoulder. You followed his gaze to where Bruno was being obnoxious on the other side of the gym.

“Do you think he’s right? About me?” Steve asked sadly.

You scoffed at the idea.

“Don’t listen to those two morons. Between them they share half a braincell. They just pick on anyone that doesn’t fit into their perfect little ideals of what gymgoers should look like. They did it to me when I first started coming, now I can bench-press as much as them if not more.”

This made Steve smile a little.

“Do you think I could try a workout?” he asked.

“Of course,” you softly smiled.

After taking a little break to make sure Steve’s hand was okay, you started him with the lightest weights.

“Shouldn’t I have heavier weights?” he asked, noticing how easy it was to pick them up.

You shook your head.

“The key thing to remember with weight training is that it’s a marathon, not a sprint. You move too fast, too quickly and you’ll end up hurting yourself. I’ve seen guys who have had muscles pull off the bone because they tried to go too hard,” you explained.

Steve nodded slowly. You slowly guided him through his workout, giving him advice on which exercises he should be doing. By the end of the session, Steve was sore but felt good.

…

After that day, Steve started to join you in your workouts as a partner. You added him to your friend pass so he could continue coming without being harassed by staff or any other jerks like Julian and Bruno. Within a few weeks, Steve could already see some improvements. It was becoming his favourite part of his day because not only did he like the post-workout feeling but he loved spending time with you. He also enjoyed going out for a bite to eat after.

You also admired Steve’s commitment to getting stronger. He was so passionate about everything he tried and listened to your advice when you gave it rather than trying to push through and damaging his body.

After one really good session, you and Steve were just wrapping things up.

“Good job today, Steve. I’m proud of you,” you praised.

Steve beamed at your words. They meant a lot to him.

“Um, Y/N?”

“Yes, Steve?”

“I was just wondering… we’ve known each other for a while now and I was wondering if… maybe we could go out on a proper date? It’s cool if you say no, I just…”

You cut off his rambling with a kiss to the cheek.

“I’d love to go on a date with you. Shall we discuss over our usual lunch where we could go to dinner?”

Steve grinned and nodded. As he watched you head to the lady’s locker room, he couldn’t help but think how lucky he was to have met you. And to think, it never would have happened if he didn’t a craving for pickles all that long ago.

#navy and roo's sleepover #navy and roo sleepover #Week 4 #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel one shot #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #Skinny Steve #gym

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falloutschpallout · 6 months ago

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Good morning Staff and Students reminder we have an assembly in the gymnasium at 10 welcoming our new counselor Ms. Shultz. Please come give her a big bandit welcome!”

He had been watching her for weeks. For the last month of summer she would come in almost every day and spend a few odd hours decorating her room, printing sheets and getting coffee with the other staff members. It was no secret to any of them that she was attractive. He had seen some of them giving her backside glances. Mr. South even made a few comments to the Principal about her full figure. ‘Such a brute’ Mr. Martin thought. He fantasized about an alternate world where it was 1958 again and he could take her to a Diner, maybe fix his hair a certain way- “Hey uh Mr. M…” It was Wally catching him in his trance “Are you gonna eye fuck that blonde all day or are we gonna start?” Rhonda crossed her arms and looked annoyed “Rhonda! We don’t use those words in our meetings.!” He snapped.

Wally hid his giggle behind his hand “I think he likes her.” He rolled his eyes “What a ridiculous thought, shes alive and besides,much too younger for me OR you Wally.” Everett always has opinions about the subjects getting distracted by the living, he couldn’t be caught watching Ms. Shultz again. After their usual exchanges about their haunts her could be left alone in Ms. Shultz office, sometimes he would watch her in the bathroom, but only on days he is desperate to see her.

He followed her to her chair and he sat across from her to observe her as usual.

He pondered about her love life. Wondering if her mind and body got appreciated by anyo- “I can see you Mr. Martin.” He was stunned, how could this be? Was this really happenin- “I know all about you.” She looked up from her paperwork and lock her blue eyes with his dark ones.

“I’m sorry…” was all he could muster out. He wondered if she could have seen him this whole time. He recalled in his head a particularly embarrassing moment when she wore tight jeans that slid down her back side, for a whole afternoon her smooth crack could be seen as she hunched over in her chair, he couldn’t help himself at the sight of it and slowly silentest his arousal by palming over his member in his pants. “Sorry for masturbating to me checking my emails?” There was a slyness about her that he couldn’t place. “You haven’t felt the touch of a women in over 60 years, I can’t blame you sir.” Mid sentence she began packing her bag and preparing to leave. “Wait, Ms. Shultz allow me to explain!” He would have said anything to get his dignity back. “I will be back tonight to discuss boundaries with you and the others” She slammed the wooden door behind her.

He was lost in his thoughts scrambling to fix this. He had failed his own doctrine now his whole experiment is compromised.

He got on the intercom and commended all that had attended the meetings meet him im the gymnasium. Once there he sat everyone down and stood up, “let me be a lesson to you all, let me be an example. I didn’t follow my own teaches and now Im in a bit of a pickle.” He rubbed sweat off of his forehead and noticed the kids on the edge of their seats, Rhonda actually made a facial expression for once. “As it turns out that new Counselor can see us, all of us.” He heard murmurs and muffled ‘what?’s “She spoke to me directly and said we would all have a chat about boundaries, she noticed me getting a little attached…” before he could finish Rhonda interrupted “SO YOU DO LIKE HER?” She stood and so did the others

“I cant believe this! I let you convince me to not check anyone out and focus on me, this whole time you have been thirsty for some random counselor!” Wally sounded hurt, He had a crush the year he died, she was a senior and the few months that she remained at the school Mr. Martin and banned all contact with her, watching listening or otherwise. He felt immense guilt for not being able to control his own urges with another women whom he had no connection to in life.

“Wally I understand you are upset but I made a mistake I should have controlled myself and avoided her…”

“Fuck you man!” Wally threw a chair and left the gym in a hurry. The rest of this kids were soon to follow.

He retired to the fallout shelter and recorded the day events in his notebooks. After which he sat and deadpanned at the wall suddenly the door swung open by a phantom wind. He arose and investigated “Hello?” He called out into the dark basement, a shadowy figure approached him, it was Ms. Shultz in a transparent silky garment. Her breast barely covered and her hair was down and her glasses were off. She gave him a sultry glance “Mr. Martin… I thought this is what you wanted…” She stepped closer ans he took a step back and he lost his footing and fell on the cot “What are you doing here? in that?” then unexpectedly she grabbed him by the shoulder. “How are you-“ He was cut off by a warm and passionate kids that left him weak. “Its called astral projection. My body is at home asleep.” She ran her finger up his arm giving him shivers. “What do you want from me?“ She placed her finger to his mouth “Im not seducing you for information, is it so hard to believe that I just want you?” She had him pinned,

“Yes actually, I have never received this kind of attention before, living or not” Everett adjusted his glasses in a polite attempt to distance himself so he could think straight .

#school spirits #Mr. Martin #drabble #Writing #orginal character #orginal female character

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izicodes · 2 years ago

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Ok hello again Xia! i was looking for some advice! as something i realized when going back to coding was that theres so many routes and resources to start from, i dont know where to go. ive been considering a freecodecamp certificate, and i found out about The Odin Project, i also bought an udemy course. all on web dev. and i an following some challenges in frontendmentor, so after all the time without coding suddenly im tad indesicive on the best path. im in a uncomfortable spot where im not a beginner but im advanced. what would you suggest?

Hiya again! Hope you’re well!!

Now that is a pickle you are in! You could say with coding/programming, having an abundance of resources around you can be a con as well, it’s overwhelming a bit! I’ve literally been in your situation before!

At the beginning, I mainly used Udemy courses and Freecodecamp’s YouTube channel (not their actual site). This is when I was learning HTML, CSS and JavaScript.

See, I’m more of a visual learner, I like seeing things be done rather than read them so the video courses really helped me. I would have the video courses, whether YouTube or Udemy, on one window and I’ll have my code editor up as well and I’d go through the lessons bit by bit.

Anytime I was stuck I would use W3Schools, MDN Docs or any pdf books on the language (if you need the link to find the books, dm me and I’ll share with you (that goes for anyone as well only because… I can’t find the link rn 😂)).

Personally I haven’t used The Odin Project to the max ONLY BECAUSE I just dropped it at the time to focus on C# and forgot to go back 😅 But I have heard really go things from their courses.

My real advice 👩🏽‍💻

Know the type of learner you are: does reading and making projects help? Or do you need an instructor from the video courses to help you?

Stick with the Udemy courses (especially you paid for them) but make sure it’s a really good that you bought

Any major milestone in your learning, build a project. Does not have to be massive, just so you worked with the new concept you’ve learnt hands-on

Building projects is the best way to learn overall. Learn the basics and build projects, the new stuff will come as you build. E.g. you built a basic form page but oh! You want to learn some JavaScript to make alerts and pop-ups for any errors the user makes! You start to learn the JavaScript to do that and so on…

Challenges are best when you know the basics of everything - Basic HTML and CSS and maybe some basic JavaScript, if the challenges includes it

Example route to follow: Udemy courses > YouTube Videos > Build projects > Stuck? W3Schools and/or MDN Docs > Extra learning? Read the books > BUILD PROJECTS > keep building projects

Need a roadmap to follow, to get an idea of what is needed of a Web Developer? Here’s a link to one >> [LINK]

I hope this helps! Still stuck? Dm and we can work together on getting you sorted~! Good luck with your studies! 🥰🙌🏾❤️

#my asks #codeblr #progblr #studyblr #programming #coding #comp sci #studying #coding advice #programmer #100 days of code #web dev #web development #computer science #compsci #study tips

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soupbabe · 2 years ago

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Hi there! I was wondering if I could get a match up for the slasher fandom please?

I’m 20, about to be 21 in april. I’m an Aries sun, Cancer moon, and Virgo rising. I’m 5’8” and I have a bigger build. I have a bit of chub but I still have an hourglass figure. I dress in a lot of turtleneck sweaters. I have dark brown curly hair and brown eyes. I have a baby face and people think I look like I’m still in high school when I finished my degree in psychology. I’m an INFJ. I also have autism and adhd.

I’m a kirby and hello kitty girl. I got the hello kitty knife off of alliexpress along with the hello kitty lighter. And yes, the fire is actually pink 💖. For my personality I’m an extroverted introvert. Around new people my topics are very shallow and I usually just joke around. I’ll smile and laugh and mask but around my actual friends I’ll help them with their issues and give them ideas of revenge and karma <3. I’m not one for peace, I’m one for justice. I do quote spongebob a lot, especially the “I’ve come for your pickle” line squidward says. I love memes and cursed videos. I’m a ride or die kind of friend. I’ll lie to the cops and buy some time so we can dispose of the body. I’m very bubbly and sweet though however I’m a bit chaotic and down for vengeful schemes and I’m very creative <3 Im the the crazy aunt in the friend group. I love rock, punk, and any sort of alt music. I also enjoy 80s music. I listen to Blondie and Sleep Token a lot.

Romantically, I swoon easily. If I’m called “sweetheart” or “princess” or anything lovey dovey I will giggle non stop. I hug a lot and want to hold hands a lot. I will kiss your cheek a lot and try to spoil you. I will tell them more about my ideas on life and talk about how maybe we are just a simulation. My favorite kinds of dates are going to a restaurant and going home and watching tv or playing video games together. I also love taking naps with my partner. I will do face masks with them and give them a hair care routine. I do get insecure sometimes and scared sometimes and it’s hard to come out of my shell but over time I’ll trust ya. My toxic trait is that I’m possessive. If you’re mine, you’re mine. I won’t cause harm but I will stare at you with soulless eyes until you get the hint that you shouldn’t flirt with anyone else but me.

But yeah that’s me! I’m a lil fucked in the head but I call it ✨psychological seasoning✨

I match you with,,,

Paul ♡

I think you two together would be so much fun!! Like Paul knows how to butter you up, he loves flustering you for sport. Not to mention he just thinks you're the coolest person ever- literally when he asks for a lighter and the flame is pink, oh he thinks he struck gold with you! I think you two just flow together naturally: always joking back and forth and matching each other's energy in the relationship.

Just like all the other Lost Boys, Paul can get crafty too! I can see you both painting together or you trying to teach Paul how to knit. Though Paul is pretty restless, so for dates he prefers taking you out to a restaurant and riding around together on his motorcycle, blasting your favorite rock bands <3

#match ups #paul the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #also i feel its necessary to say that the requester sent in extra info lol

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hinataxsunshine · 2 years ago

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THE OLIVE THEORY

— Hinata and Takeru ; post-borderlands fanfic

|| ooc ; decided just to say fuck it and post one of my favorite blurbs I’ve written of Hinata and Takeru— which was based on the olive theory audio. And it’s pickles because I fuckin hate pickles so Hinata’s gotta hate them as well </3 I don’t expect anyone to read this but it’s here and I love them so much

Hinata was currently getting dressed, wearing a dark red turtleneck and jeans as he sighs softly. He ran a hand through his hair, deciding to just leave it like that. Takeru invited him to hang out and try this new restaurant, so Hinata was going to go with him. Aguni wouldn’t be able join them sadly, but Takeru just said that this could be a tradition between the two of them. His heart raced at that, but Hinata knew deep down that there was nothing that would go on. He will always have feelings for his friends, but Hinata was just content with being their friend— that came first…

Soon, It was time to go. Hinata grabs his things and heads out, giving his mom a kiss on the forehead before leaving. He waved down a Taxi and got in, giving the address to the driver and they were off. He glanced out the window, the streets of Shibuya going past him before he arrived at the place. It was a cute little restaurant that sold American food, which excited Hinata. That’s when he noticed Takeru outside the restaurant, leaning against the window. Takeru was currently wearing a white t-shirt and dark red open button up, as well as black jeans. Hinata blushed as he noticed they were kinda matching— both of them wearing red. It was the little things that made Hinata happy.

He stepped out of the taxi, paying the driver before walking up to Takeru and he smiled happily, “Takeru! Hey!” He said with a smile, and Takeru waved “Hinata! There you are sunshine! Glad you could make it”. Pushing himself off of the wall, he walked over to meet Hinata in the middle. Hinata grinned, “Of course man, anything to get out of the house. And free food” He said with a grin, before walking past him into the restaurant. Takeru laughs and follows after him.

They get seated and Hinata leaned back, sighing softly. “Ugh, My dad is bothering me again about getting more out there. Thankfully he doesn’t expect me to be an heir or anything, but he still wants me out in the world” He said, complaining and running a hand through his hair. Takeru chuckles softly, leaning forward and resting an elbow on the table, his cheek leaning against his hand, “And you just want a quiet life, correct?” He asked. Which made Hinata nod, “Yeah! I don’t think he gets that. But I don’t want to be known as Aikyo Hinata— the son of Aikyo Kuzuya. I just want to be Aikyo Hinata, who isn’t known for his wealthy family”

The two continued to talk for a bit before their food arrived. Hinata grinned as he saw his burger, clearly excited. He made sure that everything was on it that he wanted, before pausing. Fuck, there were pickles on the burger and.. well Hinata wasn’t a fan of pickles. But he hated wasting food and asking for new one. Takeru raised an eyebrow as he glanced at him, “Whats wrong?” He asked, noticing his friends fallen face.

Hinata sighs softly, “Just.. Well- They put pickles on my burger. I’m not really a pickle fan y’know?” He asked, glancing up at Takeru. That just made Takeru’s eyebrow raise up, “Do you need me to send it back for you?” He asked, which Hinata shook his head, “No- I hate really wasting food and stuff, Its fine I just-” Takeru didn’t waste a second before reaching over and picking the pickles off of his burger and popping them into his mouth. Hinata’s eyes widened slightly as he watched that happen, “Takeru-?” He questioned. He just grinned, “What? You don’t wanna waste food, so I helped out. Burger to your satisfactory?” He asked.

That made Hinata’s cheek blush light red. He cleared his throat and slowly nodded. “Thanks Takeru..” He muttered sheepishly, smiling happily as he started eating his burger. Takeru just smiled and continued to eat his own food.

They continued to go out on these lunches, at least twice a month for about a year. It was always just Takeru and Hinata, each time at the same restaurant. And for some reason, at least half of the time— the server always seem to mess up and put pickles of Hinata’s burger. And Takeru, just like the first time, casually took them off his plate and ate them himself. Emiko called it The Olive Theory, something based on a show but it fit the two of them well.

[ A year later ]

They decided it was high time to invite Aguni onto this little tradition of theirs. The three arrived at the restaurant, and Hinata smiles softly— he had been stressed all day, and he was so looking forward to eating with his two friends. “Glad you’re finally joining us, Mori-chan” He said, and Aguni chuckled. “Yeah, we’re letting you in on a delicacy, you must be honored” Takeru said, patting his old friends back before the three of them walked in.

They sat down and Hinata ran a hand through his hair, tapping a finger on the table as Aguni glanced at his friend. He put a hand on his shoulder and glanced at Hinata, who looked at him, before he asked, “You okay?”. Hinata just smiles softly and nodded, “Yeah, just a very long day. I swear, the next thing that goes wrong is going to set me off” He laughed, half joking.

But when his burger was placed infront of him, and he checked everything like he usually did— he noticed the pickles yet again. He breathed in. Although he knew there was going to be a solution, something in him just.. it was too much. He noticed Takeru’s hand instinctively reaching out to grab the pickles and eat them, but he just slowly got up and walked to the bathroom. Instead, he just leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, breathing out.

Aguni was shocked, to say at least. He watched as Takeru reached out and took Hinata’s pickles casually and ate them, before Hinata excused himself and left. He stared at his friend, who played around with his pasta before looking up and raising an eyebrow, “What?” he asked. Aguni glanced at the burger and back to him, “Did.. you just eat Hinata’s pickles?” He asked. That made Takeru shrug, “Yeah. He doesn’t like wasting food and hates pickles, and won’t send it back. So I eat them for him.” He said.

It was quiet for a second before Aguni spoke again, “But Takeru.. You don’t like pickles either.” He said, trying to understand his friend. Takeru just grinned at his friend, “Yeah. I don’t. But I also don’t like seeing Hinata fret over something so small. So if it makes him happy that the pickles are eaten, then I’ll eat them for him.” He said

Hinata leaned against the wall, listening in on everything the two were talking about. For a whole year, every time Hinata got pickles on his burger and Takeru ate them— he actually hated them as well?! But he still ate them.. because he knew Hinata hated food waste? His heart was beating fast and he felt his cheeks heat up, covering them with his hands. Calm down Hinata. They are your friends, it doesn’t mean anything more than that. Hinata breathed in, shaking his hands infront of him before walking out and smiling. “Sorry about that..” He said, and Takeru waved his hand. Aguni just smiled softly and shook his head, “No worries. We all have our days..” He said, squeezing his shoulder before he continued to eat. Hinata looked at Aguni, then at Takeru who was focused on his food. Feeling eyes on him, he glanced up to see Hinata staring at him, and just gave him a smile. Hinata, smiled back, and glanced down— blushing once more.

oh fuck..

#🍒ooc #🍒writing rambles

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