#i think i did pull some cards for that dream and they were pretty nice so i was like COOL

[mercurytrinemoon]

Did anyone crack the code of doing a tarot spread on a dream's meaning?

My issue is always:

a) is the spread just telling me the story of my dream b) is it alluding to psychological meanings ONLY c) is it telling me a divinatory meaning for me d) is it telling me a divinatory meaning for the person I was dreaming about? (if there was a person in a dream and most cases, there is)

[chososdiscordkitten]

Obsessive!Choso♡ pt3

pt 2 here content: Choso refers to reader as his gf- other than that no use of pronouns. mention of reader wearing lipstick, obsessive crush to stalker arc :>

(a.n) this is slowly becoming a fic and I don't hate it. I felt lack of inspo last night and did a deep dive into what stalkers do- the red flags before they start the actual stalking lol

taglist: @flam3bird

Obsessive!Choso who almost felt his heart burst when he saw you wave hi at him when you walked into class. Smile on your lips as you walk down to your seat. Hearing your friend speak a little louder than a whisper while taking a practice test, seeing you look back at him and make a face almost asking him, ‘can you believe what she's saying?’ before turning around again, watching your friend lean in close to you and keep pestering you. His eyes watching you turn your phone on under your desk, ‘During a test? What are you thinking-’ he thought, mentally scolding you.

Obsessive!Choso who almost died when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, pulling it out and seeing that you had texted him. ‘can u hear her from all the way over there ?’ reading it and hearing your voice. The realization of, ‘you were thinking of me?’ making him slouch in his seat, feeling his heavily pieced ears start to warm. Staring at your text, looking down at you, noticing you had the conversation still open. ‘Are you waiting for me?’ he asked you in his mind. Quickly screenshotting the notification before opening it, ‘yeah, i can.’ he typed, sending it and seeing you turn your head and smile at him. Seeing you look down at your phone, his heart beating quickly when he saw the typing bubble show up. ‘she keeps asking me what the answers are’, smiling when he saw that your auto capitalization was off, another thing you two had in common. ‘is this not a practice test?’ he typed, thinking how crazy it is that he was talking to you. To you! Person of his dreams, everything he wanted in a partner. You. The person who always greets him with a warm smile, who's always nice to him.

Obsessive!Choso whose heart skipped a beat when he saw you move your shoulders, indicating that you were trying not to laugh. ‘I make you laugh?’ looking down at his phone and seeing you had texted again. ‘dont think she knows that’  you replied, putting your phone away and getting back to the paper in front of you. Making sure to remember to ask you why you're friends with someone like that. ‘You're not the same kind of person- or even on the same level mentally. So why would you be friends with someone who does nothing but bother you?’  Thinking he knew everything about your friendship with this person. 

Obsessive!Choso who went to the campus coffee shop, in hopes that maybe you'd be there. Knowing from your instagram stories that you usually came to pick up a coffee after one of your classes. Only this time you weren't here. Pulling out his trifold wallet before paying, looking to see he didn't have any cash, trying to find his card. “Pretty girlfriend.” the cashier said, breaking the awkward silence while looking at the photo of you in his wallet. “Sorry?” he asked, looking at them when he found the piece of plastic. “Your girlfriend-” they continued, eyes pointing at the picture. The sentence made him flustered, not paying attention that some people notice small things like that. Smile on his face as he mumbled a quiet ‘I know.’ before tapping his card onto the screen. 

Obsessive!Choso kept those few words in his mind whenever he caught a glimpse of his wallpaper. ‘My girlfriend.’ he'd think, smile on his lips when he would refer to you as that.

Obsessive!Choso saw a picture of your laptop and a notebook next to it in your story. Knowing you were home, knowing that you were waiting for him to text you, you had to be right? Opening the google doc on his computer, seeing that you were on it as well. A few minutes of him watching your cursor type a sentence and delete it. Before seeing a message from the upper right corner of his screen. A message from you, ‘Hey, I know it's late. But I hit a wall with this stupid project- could I call you?’ he read, eyes widening at how right he was. Clearing his throat at how forward you were being. Call? As in on the phone with you? 

Obsessive!Choso who almost choked when he heard your voice on the phone. Pressing the phone closely to his ear, closing his eyes with a smile when he heard you say- “Heyyyy”, not being able to find the words to say to you. A small ‘hi’ leaving his throat. Hearing you let out a small giggle before hearing you place your phone down. “So i'm on the doc- and I saw you were on it too-” you started, Choso pictured you. Sitting in front of your laptop, smile on your face while speaking. He could tell by just your voice that you were smiling, smiling while talking to him.

Obsessive!Choso who desperately wanted to record the conversation- well, more like record your voice. He wasn't the one speaking a whole lot. You had gotten used to filling the silences he left in the air, being able to tell that he wasn't much of a talker. But little did you know that he was thinking longer replies, but only thinking them. Smiling when he’d hear you ask a question. You started reading aloud what you had written- making sure it sounded right. Choso accidentally let out a low ‘Mhm’ while hearing you read, closing his eyes in regret when he heard you stop. “You sound so different on the phone-” you started, almost a whisper. He exhaled quietly in relief when he heard your fingers start to press onto the keys of your computer. The call didn't last longer than 20 minutes, you just wanted to ask him his opinion on if what you had so far sounded smart or not. But in his mind, the only real reason you called was to speak to him- to hear him. 

Obsessive!Choso who felt like he could die when you told him ‘thank you’ for his help. But when you mumbled a tired, “Goodnight Choso-” before you hung up, made his cheeks flush and his heart pound in his chest. The first time you had ever said his name. Immediate regret filling his gut when he remembered he didn't record it. But he would always remember it, always keep it close to his heart in memory. 

Obsessive!Choso was walking to the campus coffee shop after class. Seeing you speaking to some guy- probably one of the so called friends you choose to surround yourself with. Slowing his pace when he saw you slowly backing away from him- and nodding no at him. Seeing this guy, reach for your arm, speaking over you as he stepped closer. Even from a distance he could see your face look uncomfortable. At that moment, Choso didn't know what came over him. He walked over- more like storming over. His face full of anger, slapping a sweet smile onto it when he saw you look over at him. “I was just about to go find you.” Making sure to keep a sweet tinge in his tone when he spoke to you. Smile of relief on your face when you saw him. Dark eyeshadow and combat boots almost making you feel safe. A quiet ‘hey’ trailed from your lips, feeling the stranger's hand fall from your arm, taking a step back. “Me too, I wanted to bring up-” you started. Rambling about what the professor had taught today, noticing the guy back off before walking away. Seeing you exhale before looking at his face. “Thank you.” you whispered, looking down at your shoes. “A friend?” he asked, his tone deeper than before. Using the same tone he spoke to you while on the phone. “Absolutely not-” you smiled, looking back up at him. “Just some guy from my public speaking class. He's been bothering me since the first day.” You laughed, seeing him crack a small smile, his hands fidgeting with his rings. “Are you busy? I was just about to go grab a coffee-” you started, looking away from him in the direction of the same coffee shop he was going to.

Obsessive!Choso who thought; ‘Aren't you forward. Trying to spend more time with me?’ as he nodded no, “I'm not.” he replied, his hands in his pockets.

Obsessive!Choso who was convinced you were starting to feel the same way he did, even if it was only a week since they paired you together. I mean, who would ask someone if they wanted to have coffee with you? “Sorry if you had plans- or whatever.” you started, walking slowly next to him. “I didn't.” he mumbled, hearing his boots drag onto the concrete. “The least I could do is buy you a coffee!” you exclaimed, ‘No need to thank me- who else but me will protect you from all the horrible men in the world?’ Choso thought, looking over to see you, remembering all the people who have been broken by men who didn't love them. Knowing that you would never have to worry about those silly things with him. 

Obsessive!Choso who purposefully switched the two coffees you had paid for- in hopes he'd be able to share an indirect kiss with you. Knowing if he tried to pay, you'd see the picture of yourself he had in his wallet. Sitting down at one of the round tables, heavily ringed hands around the cup as he looked at you pick up his coffee. Making a face when the sour taste hits your tongue. “I think they switched our cups-” You smiled, pushing his cup towards him. Seeing him mutter a feigned ‘Oh’ as he gave you the correct cup. His eyes focused on the light print of lipstick you had left on the black lid. “I could get you a new one- I know some people are huge germaphobes.” You smiled, taking a sip from your cup to wash the bitter taste from your mouth. “There are worse things in the world than sharing a drink with someone.” He murmured, slouching in his seat, seeing you give him a sweet smile in return.

Obsessive!Choso who took one sip of his coffee, only to assure you that it was okay that you had drank from it. Who felt his knee start to bounce with anticipation when he felt the satiny feeling of your lipstick on his bottom lip. Hearing words falling from your mouth, but not listening to them. Thoughts of how technically that was your first kiss with him. Seeing your phone light up on the table, hearing you sigh loudly. And it continued to light up- repeatedly. “Jesus- this girl doesn’t know how to take a hint.” You exhaled, picking up your phone and typing something. ‘Must be the girl from class.’ he thought.

Obsessive!Choso whose lips moved before his brain could process what he was saying. “The girl from class?” he asked, seeing you look up at him and smile. “Yeah- she keeps trying to come over to my house for a sleepover.” You placed your phone down, “That girl is the epitome of peaked in highschool.” You mumbled, Choso finally found an opportunity to ask you. “Why are you friends with her?” he questioned, seeing you inhale at his words. “I chose this college to get away from all the bullies and all the pretentious people who would live the same boring suburban lives.” You started, “And to become myself- to find myself.” You mumbled, looking away from him. “Imagine my disappointment when I got here and it was full of superficial delta chi’s-” You laughed, seeing him return a smile to you. Humming in response to your words. “I was never good with confrontation- The idea makes me anxious and uneasy.” seeing him look at you with his head in his hand. Eyes half lidded while listening to you. His pointer finger tracing doodles onto the table. Liking the way you opened up to him, letting him get to know you. Being able to hear your unfiltered thoughts, not the bullshit you over thought before you posted on your story. 

Obsessive!Choso who paid close attention to what you were saying, hanging onto every word that fell from your lips. Feeling yourself cringe at how you just aired out your business to someone who was practically a stranger, not knowing why it was so easy to speak to him. Somehow never sensing any judgment or lack of interest in what you said. Feeling a wave of relief whenever you were able to speak to him- a real person who didn't care about people's opinions. “Honestly I don't know why I'm still friends with her- I've tried to sit in other seats, hoping she wouldn't sit next to me in that class anymore.” You spoke, finally answering his question. ‘I know. I watched you every time you moved seats.’ Choso replied to your words mentally. “I think the reason I'm failing that class- is that I can't focus on what is being taught because she's in my ear the entire time.” You smiled, easing up on the heavy topic. ‘Aha. I knew you were failing- just like me.’

Obsessive!Choso wanted to suggest that you to sit next to him, knowing your childish friend won't follow you if you did. “Failing?” he asked, eyes scanning your features. “Yeah, I was hoping this-” You sighed, “stupid project would help my grade at least a little.” Closing your eyes and leaning back into your chair. ‘Ask me. Ask me and I'm yours. Ask me to help you.’ he thought, fighting off his excitement when you looked at him. Lightbulb practically popped up above your head, “You're doing good in class, aren't you?”  you asked, smile on your lips as he nodded yes without thinking. “I know that we were only paired for this assignment- but would you be ok with helping me study?” You smiled, eyes so bright he swore he could see the universe in them. “Of course.” He smiled, seeing you exhale and look down at the table with a smile.

Obsessive!Choso who almost let out a small giggle when he saw your face flush. ‘Are you- blushing?’ he asked himself. The question you asked him didn't make him nervous. He understood most of what was being taught, but he didn't have the energy to physically write the essays, and besides- Choso preferred spending his free time thinking of you. Not of the stupid course work that he didn't need for real life. Trying to get to know you better through your social media. Dissecting every single photo you posted. Zooming into the background of your bedroom, seeing if he could find anything worth researching. A band poster, a shirt on the floor, a stranded bottle of nail polish he could buy so he would match with you- anything that would let him see you. The real you- not the person that you pretended to be with the fake friends you had. The person he saw a flicker of that day at the cafe. The person you came to this college to become.

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pt 4 here

(PLS LET ME KNOW IF U WANNA BE TAGGED IN THE NEXT PART PLSSSS) omg thank god I posted this. I am alr writing pt 4 I don't CARE. this is my new passion, wrote this while listening to 'Such Small Hands- La Dispute' Choso thinks this is all fun and games, what happens when he sees I am crazier than he is ?

[milkywaydrabbles]

28 kinktober rindou <3 <3 <3 also LOVE YOUR WRITING SM OMG

A/N: So it turns out I like Rindou a normal amount and am completely normal about him. Here's 2.2k of smut phew. I hope you enjoy this lil thing! MWUAH

Panties & Lingerie x Rindou

You never really asked for much.

Rindou noticed this early on into the relationship. 

He was so used to girls always asking for the finest clothes, jewelry, straight up money--he stopped dating for a while, tired of them simply using him for materialistic desires. Anyone he did see, was short lived, a few fucks here and there. He knew it wouldn’t last too long. His brother would pat his back, telling him to loosen up--that giving girls what they wanted wasn’t a bad thing, they’d be more loyal to him. But his way of thinking was different than the rest of Bonten. Sure, he used to just want to fuck around, kick somebody’s ass, taunt others. But as he grew older, he realized he wanted someone. A person who really wanted to be with him, and not because he had power and money. The dating scene really was exhausting.

But then he met you. 

And you smiled at him so genuinely, so shyly, so sweetly. Rindou nearly fell for you right then and there. He found himself wanting to buy you anything you asked for: except the problem was you didn’t ask for anything. Even on your first date, you were so sure in your decision to split the bill, something he thought was just you talking shit, trying to deceive him. Until you actually did split the bill with him and a smile plastered on your face. Shit. He didn’t want you paying for shit after that. Any time he took you out, the card would be in the wait staff’s hand before you even ordered, the bill never coming out to the table. You’d get so huffy, telling him to ‘stop fucking doing that’, and that you could ‘pay for stuff too, I want to Rin!’. 

He wasn’t going to let you, but it was cute attempt. 

So imagine his surprise, that after months of dating, and months of begging you just to take his fucking card, that one day you actually did take it. He blinked, surprised when you plucked the black card from his hands, looking around embarrassed. You promised him you wouldn’t go overboard, but you just had some things you wanted to buy, a nice surprise you said. His shocked look slowly morphed into a cheshire grin, gripping your jaw and planting a wet kiss on your lips. 

“Max the whole fucking thing out baby.”

-

Rindou’s day was long, and he was ready to finally go back home to his baby. (Thuggin’ it out was hard, you know.) When he walked through the doors of his condo, he immediately called out to you. “Baby, I’m home.” 

“In here, Rin!” 

It didn’t take long for him to make his way to his room, loosening the tie he had worn for the day and removing his blazer, ready to dump it on the bed. “You have no idea how fucking annoying they were today, babe, it was--” Rindou immediately shut his mouth, catching you on the bed in the nicest piece of lingerie he thinks he’s ever seen in his life. You sat yourself so pretty on the edge of the bed, makeup and hair done up, just for him, leg crossed over the other. “Hi baby.” You cooed, giving him a sultry smile.

The surprise you had been talking about was doing a bit of shopping at a famous lingerie boutique. You think you knew Rindou well enough to know what kind of pieces would get him going--you were spot on. You were covered in black straps and harnesses, mesh pieces with dragon appliques embroidered in the see through fabric. God, you were gorgeous, the woman of his wildest fucking dreams come true. 

Rindou stalked over to you, dropping the blazer haphazardly on the ground. Your hand pulled at his skewed tie, down until he landed on his knees, having to look just just slightly now that he was on his knees. “What’s all this?” He mumbled, hands traveling from your thighs to your hips to your waist, and trailing back down. “I decided to take you up on your offer and use your card--do you like it?” You teasing little shit, biting onto your lower lip to hide your smirk. You knew he loved it, more than anything. You knew exactly what got him going, and something like this had him rock down the second he saw you. He nodded, barely paying attention when he looked down at your chest, trailing his hands up to cup your tits, thumbs running over your nipples through the mesh, fingers dipping under the harnesses and tugging just light enough to feel the material. You uncrossed your legs, opening them wide so he can take a look at the crotchless panties that had you exposed fully to him. You were driving him insane.

“Fuck, baby...” He let out a shaky breath, hands squeezing at your inner thighs, creeping closer to your cunt, thumbing your lips apart to see your pretty little whole. You scooted closer to the edge, tugging at his tie again to raise him closer to your face. Wordlessly, your other hand grabbed onto his jaw tight, palm resting on his throat. Rindou was enamored with you, loving how you could take control and not going overboard. He fucking loved how quickly you would give him the reigns too, if he wanted them. His mouth opened, knowing what would come next--your tongue lolling out with a glob of saliva dripping from the tip, landing in his mouth. You licked at the roof of his mouth before kissing him fully, His dick twitched in his pants, squeezed at your inner thigh, before two fingers slid between your wet folds, teasing. Your legs spread open a bit more, letting go of his tie and looking at him expectantly. You didn’t need to ask a thing of this man, Rindou immediately dipping his head to between your thighs, kissing and suckling at your skin leaving love bites in their wake. “You’re fucking driving me insane, pretty..” He moaned feeling your hand grip at his hair, tugging at the roots. “Fuck, look at you..” He looked up at your body one last time, taking in the full lingerie set and how sexy you looked at him, perfectly put together while he was a mess on his knees for you. 

“Did you miss me today, Rindou?” You teased, smirking when his fingers dug deeper into your skin. “‘Course I did, beautiful, fuck.” He kept your thighs open as he dove deep into your cunt, pressing his face as deep as you’d let him. He moaned, the taste of your juicy pussy hitting his buds drove him crazy. He gripped onto the harnesses around your thighs as he ate you like a starving man, tongue fucking into you, licking and sucking at your clit. He left you messy, practically slobbering on you, cunt wet with your juices and his spit. You bucked into his face, head thrown back as you panted, tugging his hair until it hurt--he didn’t care, all he could feel was how hard his cock was and how fucking good you tasted. You looked down at him with your eyes hazy and lips parted, still looking so perfect above him. He took the chance of tracing his hands up to your tits, squeezing and pinching, which only spurred you on more. You humped at his face, riding his tongue as he flicked your swollen clit, but you needed more.

“Rin, baby,” you stared, the domineering mask crackled the closer you got to your orgasm. “Fuck, use your fingers baby, please.” He moaned against your cunt, leaving a wet kiss on your clit before slipping two fingers into your sloppy hole with ease. “Look at your fucking pussy just sucking in my fingers, so messy.” He panted, curling his fingers up and fucking you hard. Your wetness squirted around his hand, covering his fingers in a creamy white while he assaulted your cunt. You cried out, slowly your mascara ran down your cheeks. You pulled harshly at his hair to bring him up to your face, kissing him with all tongue and teeth--moaning into his mouth as he continued to pummel you with his fingers. You rode his fingers, legs shaking and pushing open “F-fuck!” You gasped into his mouth, “Just like that, Rinnie, fuck, just like that.” Your mouth hung open, forehead against his and eyes scrunched closed. You couldn’t help but moan like a wanton whore, as he kissed around your face and kept fucking into you. “Give it to me, baby, fucking give it to me.” He urged, hearing your cries and whimpers as you came on his hand, gushing on him and leaving his hand soaked. You let go of his hair as he slowed down, fingers slipping out of your warmth only to shove them into your mouth, looking at you with dilated eyes as you gagged around his digits. He mirrored your earlier actions, standing up hover over you, forcing you to look up at him with pleading eyes. A hand grabbed at your jaw, much like you did with him, and pried your mouth open as he spat right down your throat. Your eyes fluttered, clawing at his pants when he leaned down to give you a kiss. 

Suddenly he tugged at the choker you had been wearing, dragging you onto your hands and knees on the bed and unbuckling his pants with one hand. “Come on baby, want you choking on my cock.” His voice held authority, and you helped him the rest of the way, cock fat and heavy in your hands. You wasted no time, taking him into your mouth nearly all the way until you were gagging and sputtering around his dick, spit bubbles along the side of your mouth. He collected your hair in his hand like a makeshift ponytail, controlling your speed and how deep you took him. “Fuck! Mouth is so fucking good, baby, love you like this.” He wiped a stray tear from your eye, smudging your makeup a bit more in the process. He grinned wicked, loving the way you lost yourself on his cock, how messy you looked--perfect makeup now a fucking mess as you choked on him. His eyes raked over your body, still wearing the perfect lingerie and harness set, seeing the edges of the leather where it met your skin digging in, rubbing it raw and red. How fucking sexy it would be after taking it off, the combination of its friction and his hands and mouth leaving bruises on your body.

He fucked your face with vigor, your hands clawing at his still clothed stomach, trying your best to keep your breathing even. But all he could hear were your gurgles with each thrust into your throat, slipping out just to see the strings of drool connecting you to him, bubbling in your mouth. You pursed your lips, rubbing them along the length of his cock, tip landing between your eyes and keeping you absolutely messy. Rindou almost came on your face right then and there with how good you looked. He grabbed the back of your harness and threw you down onto the mattress, smacking down hard on your ass to hear how you cried out with the mix of pleasure and pain. “Can’t believe you got a set with crotchless panties..” He panted, rubbing himself against your lips, leaving you waiting. “My pretty slutty little baby wanted easy access didn’t you? Wanted me to be able to fuck you right away, right?” You whined, nodding and pushing back on his cock, hoping his head would catch your clenching hole and slip in.

Rindou laughed breathlessly, hands running up and down your sides, slapping your ass a few times before grabbing hold of the straps that wrapped around your ass and pulling you back, plunging his thick cock right into you, leaving his flush with your ass. “Rindou!” You practically screamed, one hand ripping the choker and holding your head down to the mattress while the other never let go of the straps. 

“Gotta fuck you good, pretty girl,” He started, pounding relentlessly into your pussy, your cum frothy with the force of his thrusts, coating him “Gotta show--fuck--my appreciation of this set--shit, pussy’s so good” Rindou was lost in pleasure, pulling you back to meet his thrusts, balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. You gripped at the sheets, clawing at anything you could get your hands on while your eyes rolled to the back of your head with how good he was making you feel. 

Your slutty hole tightened around him, sure sign that you were going to cum again. He released his grip on your choker to pull you back full force onto his cock by the straps, tip of his dick pushing against your cervix. The pain mixed with pleasure brought you over the edge, crying and screaming while you squirted on his lower body, trying with all your might to close your legs but he wouldn’t let you. “Come on, you can take this big cock can’t you baby?” He taunted, though it was weakened with how close he was now. “Fuck, gonna cum baby, gonna cover this pretty set, gonna make you mine.” He babbled, pulling out at the last minute and shooting his heavy load onto your ass and back, covered the mesh material and straps. You collapsed onto the bed, feeling him loosen up the harness enough to slip it off you and wiping you lean, wrapping his arms around your body.

“Baby.” He nuzzled into you

“Hmm..” You smooched his forehead.

“I need you to start using my card more often.” Ugh

[kfkr1ze]

[002-A26] All Grown-ups, were Once, [1]

Summary — ✈︎ Kaede felt relieved after successfully completing the summer festival. He decides to reward himself with some sweets and local sake as a way to enjoy the remnants of Shodoshima.

Characters— ✈︎ Sakujiro, Akuta, Ushio, Nanaki, Muneuji, Kiroku, Kafka

Location: HAMA House - Living Room

Kaede: Phew… I feel so refreshed. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to have a nice, relaxing bath like that.

(I’ve been so caught up with the kids lately… I think I did pretty well for such an unfamiliar job.)

So that meansーー I definitely deserve a bit of a reward!

Udon snacks and olive oil rice crackers! Wasanbon sweets! And of course, local sake!

Well then, time to eat! Munch munch… S-So delicious…!

The refreshing scent of olive oil hits your nose first, and then you’re hit with a savory scent next! It’s such a satisfying taste, yet it’s not heavy at all!

When you combine that with such appetizing smells, you can’t stop yourself from taking another bite…!

(Just yesterday, we were still in Shodoshima, having all the fun in the world. It feels like it was already a week ago…)

…It’s so quiet now.

Sakujiro: It seems like you are reminiscing about the time in Shodoshima.

Kaede: S-Sakujiro-san. Sorry, was I talking to myself too loud…?

Sakujiro: Not at all. I simply came to get a drink while taking a break from my office work.

Kaede: …Ah, right. What about the study trip report cards for the 5 students?

Sakujiro: I am currently in the process of grading them.

Kaede: (Those scores determine whether or not they can become Ward Mayors…)

(Those 5 problem children who are at the bottom of the school caste system…)

I can feel myself getting more nervous for them…

Sakujiro: On the contrary, it seems the students in question have forgotten about it themselves.

Kaede: Ahaha, yeah it seems like itーー ……

Sakujiro: What is the matter?

Kaede: Ah, nothing… It’s just, at first, they were all so unenthusiastic and unmotivated. But in the end, everyone pulled together and worked really hard. It just made me really happy.

Sakujiro: Indeed. They all showed such incredible will. 

Kaede: …I felt the same way they did in high school. I knew that I had to be prepared for any failures or mistakes that might happen when I get olderーー

How are you supposed to come to terms with it when something like that actually happens to you…?

Watching those kids made me realize that I might have grown accustomed to feeling bittersweet about these types of situations instead of doing something about it.

Sakujiro: …Yes, that is completely true.

I myself have never been able to be passionate about hopes or dreams like they are able toーー

I am glad I brought my sunglasses with me on the trip to shield my eyes from the brightness that they shine.

Kaede: Ahahaha! Seriously!

Sakujiro: That is also the case now, with you right in front of me.

Kaede: What are you talking about? I think it’s fine to keep searching for your own hopes and dreams, even if it takes the rest of your life.

I’ve seen a bunch of elderly people tell me, “I used to think it was a hassle to travel, but as I grow older, I’ve grown to love it,”with a big smile on their face.

Sakujiro: Oh? That’s wonderful. I envy them.

However, while there may be many people who can find those dreams well into the middle of their life, there may also be people who can not.

Kaede: ……

Sakujiro: ? Chief, this is…

Kaede: For you. It’s the tastiest sweet thing I have.

Sakujiro: …Thank you very much. I will accept this and your feelings along with it.

Kaede: Andーー If those kids manage to become Ward Mayors, they might be able to start a revolution within their caste system, so please keep this gift in mind…!

Sakujiro: Unfortunately, I will not accept any bribes. I will be grading them without a bit of bias in my heart.

Kaede: Kh…!

Sakujiro: Well then, I shall be getting back to my work now. I will see you tomorrow.

Kaede: Yeah, see you tomorrowーー

(I’m sure it’ll be fine, if it’s those kids…)

Location: Hama Asunaro High School Community Revitalization Club Room

Akuta: Yooo, I’m here〜！ It’s been like two days since we last saw each other〜 How’ve you all been〜? Yayayy!

Ushio: You’re so damn loud in the morning… Stop doing weird dances and just close the door already. You’re letting all the cold air out.

Akuta: Today’s the day we get our grades right〜？ I’m SO excited! I thought I’d be so nervous that I wouldn’t be able to sleep, but I slept like a baby!

Nanaki: Ahh, that excitement is making me feel a bit nostalgic, like I’m back in Shodoshima.

Muneuji: Yes. It’s been quite a bit since we last met. My heart is pounding with excitement.

Nanaki: Mine definitely isn’t.

Ushio: Honestly I don’t even care about being a Ward Mayor. I almost wanna fail. It’d be so much of a hassle if I passed.

Muneuji: Neither of you are honest in the slightest.

Nanaki: Ehh?

Ushio: …I am, though.

Akuta: Ahaha〜 It’s so funny when you act like a stereotypical tsundere, Ushio〜!

And, why are you in depression mode, Kiroku?

Kiroku: …………

Ushio: He just found out about the egg’s unfortunate fate. Poor thing.

Muneuji: I know that you were particularly attached to the egg. Please don’t worry, I’m sure that it’s living happily with all the sea anemone in the ocean.

Kiroku: …………

Ushio: C’mon, it’s time to get over it already. It’s so humid and your depressed aura is making it worseーー

Kaede: Good morning, everyone!

Sakujiro: Good morning.

Akuta: Mornin’, Sensei and Kari-sen. I got the perfect hairstyle and fit for today… Hm?

Who’s that〜? Behind you guys.

Ushio: ………

Kiroku: ………

Sakujiro: Splendid. It took you all merely one second to quiet down.

Today is the day of the anticipated announcement of the grades from the study trip in Shodoshima. But, I would like to discuss something before that.

Allow me to introduce you. This man behind me is the CEO and President of HAMA Toursーー

Kafka: Nice to meet you all, students who are at the bottom of the school caste system. I’m Oguro Kafka.

Nanaki: ………

Kafka: Today, I’d like to talk to you all about something that hasn’t been explained yet.

It’ll be a bit long, so please bear with me. ーーChief Kaede, could you show the holography data?

Kaede: Of course!

Kafka: As Chief has explained before, HAMA isn’t doing well as a designated tourism zone. To be frank, it’s on the brink of decline.

We at HAMA Tours aim to improve this situationーー

Ushio: ………

Kaede: (As expected of Kafka… He’s really good at explaining things… Even Ushio-kun is listening to him intently without making any snarky comments. I should learn from him…)

Kafka: …And that’s why we were looking for friends to join us in livening up HAMA. I would be thrilled if you guys would join us.

Kiroku: ………

Kafka: ーーNow, as to why we chose you all as candidates.

Kaede: (That’s something that even I don’t know…)

Kafka: When my mother was alive, she was close with “relatives” of the principal. So, I decided to ask him who would be good candidates for the Ward Mayor position from an educator’s perspective. 

Muneuji: …The principal…

Ushio: What’s up, Muu-chan?

Muneuji: …It’s nothing.

Kafka: I thought that choosing students who had “room for improvement” was a sensible decision. Since, personally, I like the potential that lies in imperfection.

So, after much consideration, you all were decided on as candidates.

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Title is from “The Little Prince”! The original line says “All grown-ups were once children... but only few of them remember it.”

[sdr2lovemail]

I just recently rewatched the mugen train arc and fell in love with Enmu again! I forgot all about him when I saw the Hantengu clones...😳

If you write for kimetsu gakuen could I request just relationship stuff with gakuen Enmu with a really chill partner? They hardly bat an eye at all the weird stuff he does. They're also a photography teacher at kimetsu academy. Totally not like my oc 😋I hardly see writing about the kimetsu gakuen universe.

If you write this thank you so much!

Kimetsu Gakuen Enmu x (GN) Reader

Synopsis: General dating scenarios with Enmu!

Notes: Non consensual picture taking, Enmu is his own warning. Gakuen Enmu is so silly and strange. I hope we see more of him in the spinoff manga. I'm trying out a new mix of headcanons and little scenarios for some requests.

Inbox is open!

●Your first meeting was downright creepy. Despite the rocky start, you continued to talk to the man against your better judgment and warnings from friends and family. 

●Enmu himself didn’t know why he was so entrapped with you. His whole life, he only cared about a few things: photography, dreams, and trains. Maybe it started as a simple curiosity that turned into infatuation.

Sitting on a bench at the station, you waited for the train. You looked up from your phone’s screen upon seeing the flash of a camera. Standing uncomfortably close was a man with an eerie smile. He was dressed formally and had square tattoos on his cheeks. He didn’t say anything, only looking between you and the camera.

“Did- Did you just take my picture?” You looked at him with a questioning gaze, leaning away as he approached.

The man giggled. “Oh no. I was taking photos of the train. You just happened to get in the way.” He was lying, not even trying to hide that he had taken another photo.

“Oh, well, I wish you would’ve asked me first.” You shrugged. This city, especially the school you worked at, was full of strange characters. One more wouldn’t be much of a difference. You’ve heard stories about a man who stalks around train stations; never did you think you’d actually meet him.

With a sigh, the man sits down on the bench. “Isn’t this station just lovely? It’s so fancy and clean. Newer train models come through here as well!” He was ignoring anything you said, opting to ramble on. 

You hum, taking a moment to think about his question. “I guess I never thought about it. It is a pretty nice station.”

He lets out another airy laugh as a deep blush coats his cheeks. He felt spurred on by your laidback personality. Offering you a handshake, he introduces himself. “I’m Enmu Tamio. Say, do you take this line often?” 

Accepting his handshake, you introduce yourself as well. “Yeah, this route takes me to my job. I’m a photography teacher at a nearby school.” The man next to you smirks. He’d have to come by this station more often.

Enmu leaps up with a joyous grin, stepping in front of you. “You enjoy photography as well? How wonderful!” His fingers idly fiddling with the buttons of his camera. He wanted to get to know you better. To know your likes, dislikes, what you do for fun, everything. Enmu had never felt this way about another person; he was simply excited.

“Perhaps you’d be interested in my train lovers club. We specialize in photographing the rails.” Enmu hands you his business card with a phone number on it.

Soon, a train pulls into the station, and Enmu visibly perks up. “It was wonderful talking with you; we should do it again sometime. Can you hold this for me?” He shoves something into your hands before running into the train with a wide smile. Stopping at a window, he takes the time to wave goodbye. Looking down at what he pushed into your hands, it was a leather belt.

●Once the two of you start dating, you’re the one Enmu calls when he gets arrested. His club members were thankful they weren’t the ones getting called anymore. Not that they ever answered.

The police officer guides you to a holding cell, navigating with ease. Like they had done it many times before. Once the door slides open, Enmu is already by the door and clinging to your arm.

“My love, you came in record time. Always so quick to my aid, never asking questions.” Enmu sighed as he rubbed his cheek into your sleeve.

With a bleak look, the officer hands Enmu his camera back. “Please, keep your clothes on next time. We can’t keep doing this.”

Enmu barely pays the officer any mind as he continues to fawn over you, not even looking at them as he snatches his camera. “I’ll try my best. Come, my love. I must show you the pictures I got before I was detained.” 

●On the topic of the members, they often try to ask you to reel Enmu in when he’s acting out in public. Whether he’ll be trying to nap in the luggage compartment or taking his pants off, they’ll look to you for help. However, he might start taking his clothes off faster when it comes to you.

●Enmu often asks his members to take candid pictures of you; the club members attend a university near the school where you teach, so it would be easy for them to snap some photos. They decline because they’re railroad fans, not stalkers. That’s fine with him. He takes enough pictures to last a lifetime.

●Along with his photography, Enmu likes to scrapbook. Though his books are pretty barebones, he feels like too many decorations will take away from the beauty of the pictures. He has many scrapbooks dedicated to you with different types of photos. Ones from dates, ones you’re aware of, ones you’re not. Enmu just loves to flip through them. 

●Enmu would love to go on photography dates with you. While trains are his passion, he’ll take you to many scenic places out of the city. 

●More often than not, you’ll have to pull Enmu back to reality. He struggles with differentiating his dreams from reality; he’ll look for you to help ground him. However, there are also times when he prefers to be off in his own world, blankly staring off as he’s curled up against you or in bed.

●He will tell you about every dream he can remember, often calling you first thing in the morning so he doesn’t forget any details. When you’re unavailable for his lengthy calls, he writes his dreams down in a journal so he can tell you all about them next time you’re available.

[pixeldistractions]

Ten minutes later—okay, maybe closer to fifteen—Maria returned downstairs in pajamas with a towel on her head, a flush in her cheeks, and she hoped not too obvious a tremble in her knees.

Johanna grinned with an animal cracker in her mouth. “Mama’s all squeaky clean!”

Lou said, with an eyebrow raised, “Yeah, your mama was a very dirty girl.”

They made polite conversation about Lou’s legal work while Johanna finished her crackers, then she left the table to play with her dolls.

“So he’s still calling?” Lou asked.

“You thought he wouldn’t?”

Lou laughed. “Do you want me to be honest?”

“He was just out of cell range for a while. See, here.” Maria pulled up some pictures he sent of where he camped in the northern Cascades. It looked so beautiful and wild. Maria kept thinking about this one photo he took from a summit, an expanse of pine forest for as far as the eye could see, and she never imagined anywhere could be so uninhabited. It seemed scary, to be honest. He was so brave.

But Lou was more of a city girl, and she didn’t appreciate the appeal. She smirked. “Nice rocks, they look very mountainous.”

“You think he’s a bad influence on me?”

“He’s definitely some kind of influence,” Lou said. “It’s just, so, he ran off to follow his dreams? What about your dreams? Don’t just sit around pining for him.”

“I’m not pining, this is just my face.” Maria shrugged. “My dreams? I don’t know, should I start knitting? Scarves can’t be that hard, they’re just like rectangles, right? I’ll open an Etsy shop. Do you like that dream for me?”

“God, that would be a very sad shop.”

Maria never considered what her dreams were supposed to be. She thought she had that figured out once. She married a military man, and she was going to be a wife and mother. She’d already decided to give up her music. When that didn’t pan out, next she dreamed of Jordan, her elusive and charming friend, her sweetheart, but that didn’t pan out like she thought, either. Now what?

She pined for Jordan, yes, but she also pined for his bravery, that he was trying to know himself so deeply, that he actually went out and did it. She was proud of him. She was inspired by him.

“Well, whatever you do,” Lou said, “don’t throw away your whole life to follow this one, too.”

“I was supposed to be a military wife,” Maria said. “Maybe following a man around is the one thing I’m actually built to do.”

Lou sighed and shook her head. “But look at how that turned out for you.”

Lou never really loved Joseph much, either, or the idea of her sister ditching her orchestral aspirations to get married and then soon widowed at the tender age of twenty-two. It was an old wound at this point, but still, an actual husband dead wasn’t something to joke about. The thing was, Maria was pretty sure her sister wasn’t joking.

“Rude, Lou,” Maria said. “You’re just a mean old lesbian who hates men.”

Lou chuckled. “I am a mean old lesbian, but I don’t hate men. I love Leo.”

“That doesn’t count, he’s your brother.”

“And he’s not much of a man,” Lou said.

They both had a little giggle at their brother’s expense. “Okay, this calls for a girls’ night,” Lou announced. “Let me know what nights you have off. We’ll do it at my place so JoJo can crash. Not too many people—Jaime, Jessica, Laney, some girls from work. We’ll get smashed and watch dumb horror movies and play cards.”

“Yeah, okay. I’ll let you know,” Maria said. Then she called out to Johanna, “Bedtime, little monkey. Come say goodnight.”

Johanna gave her aunt a hug and ran upstairs to wait for her bedtime stories, which meant playing with every toy in her bedroom and leaving them all sprawled across the floor before her mother got there to read.

“You’re going to show me more pictures, aren’t you?”

“Just a couple more,” Maria said.

“Okay, go on then.”

Maria scrolled through a few more of Jordan’s photos. A selfie on the edge of a cliff. A fish he caught. “There was only one fish, he’s very bad at fishing.” A stew he made from mushrooms he foraged. Several shots of campfires. The murky mountain lake where he swam. “And he got a leech on his ankle. Oh my god, I would have actually died!”

“How many pictures did he send you?”

“I don’t know, like a hundred or something,” Maria said. “Oh, and he got another tattoo. It’s hot, right? Well, you probably don’t think it’s hot. But trust me, it’s hot.”

“You’re a complete lost cause, you know that?”

Maria grinned. “Goodnight.”

— from “boxes and squares #3: what dreams?” (8/8)

story notes:

So we only just met Lou properly, even though she’s been mentioned several times as “Maria’s sister” in the stories. She doesn’t have a profile page made yet on the blog (although there was that short OC bio), so I’ll fill in just a few gaps about her. She’s a logic type, a lawyer, she’s opinionated, independent, and no, she doesn’t have much fondness for many men she meets, except her baby brother. She cares about her family, and she does look out for her siblings in her ways. But besides that, she is rather detached and a little cold. Not mean, exactly, but definitely blunt. I don’t think that’s because of any trauma or anything, it’s just who she is and how she prefers to operate. Sometimes that bluntness hits Maria a little hard, because Maria is much softer. But I think there’s a lot of genuine caring there. I’m very much looking forward to exploring their sisterly relationship as we go forward.  

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[summerwritesfics]

🗺️Lipstick On My Guitar

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 1897 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Musician AU, Modern AU, First Meetings, Musician!Hanzo Hasashi, Pop Star!Kuai Liang, Alcohol, Musicians AU-Gust 2024 Day 23: Musician

AU-Gust 2024 Masterlist

Notes: I’ll be honest, this one is based on an older WIP, so if you’ve ever read through my WIP tag on my personal tumblr it might be familiar. I can’t remember if I actually posted it or not, but I’m working on the assumption that I did lol. It’s only really the first few paragraphs, after Kuai asks to buy Hanzo a drink is all new stuff. Title is from Shivers by Ed Sheeran.

This wasn’t exactly what he’d expected from his life. Sitting on the stage of a particularly empty and somewhat seedy downtown bar with his battered guitar that was well overdue being replaced. As he finished his song, the few patrons of the bar gave a small round of applause before immediately going back to their own conversations. He quietly thanked them for their time, before making his way off the stage.

Hanzo had once promised that he would be more than this, that he’d make his living touring with a band as their lead guitarist. But that felt like a lifetime ago now, and this was the only way he’d found to still hold onto those dreams. After he’d received his paycheck from the owner of the bar, he’d probably just return to his apartment and down his sorrows in sake.

“Uh, excuse me?” A small voice got his attention, and he turned to see who it came from. In front of him was a man, looking a little younger than Hanzo, with short black hair and a large scar across the one side of his face. He was eyeing Hanzo in a strangely hopeful manner. “I just wanted to say, you were really good.”

Hanzo squinted slightly. For some reason, this man looked strangely familiar but Hanzo could not think for the life of him how he’d know him. He was really pretty though, Hanzo could imagine he’d maybe managed to sneak into a few bands backstage areas in the past. But even thinking back to every gig he’d ever played, Hanzo could not place him.

“Thank you,” he finally answered, realising he had just stared at this poor man for a solid minute without reply. “Sorry to ask but do I know you? You look extremely familiar but I can’t figure out why.”

“No, I don’t believe we have met before,” he answered with a small smile. “My name’s Kuai Liang.”

He definitely didn’t know anyone by that name, this was going to bug him until he figured it out. Even so, he reached out to shake Kuai’s hand.

“Hanzo Hasashi,” he replied as the other accepted his handshake.

“It’s really nice to meet you, can I buy you a drink?” Kuai Liang offered, and Hanzo felt his eyebrows raise at that. He couldn’t remember the last time someone offered to buy him a drink. As flattering as it was, Hanzo wasn’t sure he was in the mood.

“I’m sorry, all I really want to do right now is go home to my bed.” It was surprising that the answer didn’t seem to upset Kuai all that much.

“I understand. Then, could I have just a quick moment of your time?” Kuai began to pat at his clothing like he was looking for something. “Um, you see, I’m a musician myself.” Oh here we go. Hanzo had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. He got approached by ‘musicians’ all the time, looking to get something out of him. He should have realised that’s what this was, rather than someone genuinely interested in him or his music. “I’m currently working on my next album, and I’d really like to hire some local musicians. Try to use my position to get some names out there, you know? Aha!” He pulled out a small piece of card and handed it to Hanzo. “That’s the business card for the record company I’m with.”

Hanzo took it, at least to see where this guy was claiming he was from. He almost did a double take when he read Lin Kuei Records. They were one of the biggest record companies in the world. There was no way someone signed to them was scouting for musicians in small seedy bars. This was absolutely a scam, but Hanzo could not let Kuai Liang know he was onto him.

“Of course, there’s no pressure for anything, but when I listened to you tonight I couldn’t help but be moved by your performance,” Kuai continued to explain, thankfully oblivious to Hanzo’s suspicions. “There are certain tells when someone isn’t just playing the music, but feeling it as well, and I could see you were one with the song.”

“Ah. Thank you.” All very nice things to say, but so obvious he was just trying to butter Hanzo up. “What kind of album are you making?”

It was a simple question, an actual musician would know at least what genre he was going for. If he gave some wishy washy non-committed answer, it was yet more proof he was just out to scam him.

“I’m mostly known for pop, I guess, but with this album I really want to step away from electronically produced sounds and go back to something more acoustic.” Okay, well, he at least seemed to have a direction he was going in. It was hard to say if that was genuine or not. “The world sort of knows this one side of me, which is fine, but it’s not always who I really am.”

“Such is life as a musician,” Hanzo mumbled in agreement. At this point, he wasn’t as certain this was a scam anymore, but he also wasn’t convinced it wasn’t. He’d probably have to try and do some research. Work out exactly who Kuai Liang was first, and if it was worth risking his career for him. “Can I have some time to think about this?”

“Yes, absolutely, take however long you need. You have the number of the record studio on the business card… but…” Kuai suddenly reached into his pocket, pulling out a small notebook and a pen. He quickly scribbled something down before tearing out the page and handing it to Hanzo. “That’s my number too, if you have any more questions, feel free to give me a call.”

“Oh.” Hanzo wasn’t sure how to take that, but he accepted the page regardless. He took a quick look, there was the number, and the words ‘call me - K.L xx’ written at the bottom. “I’ll let you know if I think of anything or to give you an answer.”

“Great, I look forward to hearing from you.” There was a beeping sound, and Kuai Liang frowned. Once more he reached into another pocket and pulled out a phone. How many fucking pockets does this man have? Kuai observed the phone before sighing roughly. “I’m very sorry, I will have to cut this conversation here.” Kuai offered his hand to shake one last time, and Hanzo accepted. “Once again, it was lovely to meet you.”

“You too,” Hanzo agreed, watching as the man scurried off towards the exit. He sighed, leaning against the bar and staring at the two bits of paper in his hands. If this was a scam, the business card looked really well made. The attention to detail was there.

“Uh. Hey.” The new voice caught Hanzo’s attention and he looked up to see the bartender wearing a weirded out expression on his face. “You… You do know who you were just talking to, right?”

“A scammer, probably,” Hanzo admitted solemnly, staring at the card once more. The more he thought about it, the more that had to be it right? Whenever did he ever get luck like that?

“Holy shit, you have no idea,” the bartender whispered in horror and all Hanzo could do was give him an annoyed glare.

The bartender shook his head, grabbing his phone and pressing a few buttons on it. Eventually he spun it around, and he was on an online video. A music video, some song called Rabbit Hole by Sub Zero. Now, Hanzo wasn’t that out of the loop. He knew who Sub Zero was, pretty much the most famous pop-star on the planet right now. What he couldn’t work out was why the bartender was showing him this.

The music started, and the singer in question popped up onto screen.

And that was when realisation hit him.

Sub Zero was Kuai Liang.

Kuai Liang was Sub Zero.

That’s why I fucking recognised him!

It was hard to tell because the Sub Zero persona always seemed so flamboyant. In the video he was all dolled up, very bold makeup slathered all over his face, dressed in a skimpy bunny girl outfit and dancing in a provocative way. Kuai Liang had seemed positively ordinary in comparison, a little quiet and shy even. Suddenly, he understood the comment about his onstage persona not always being who he truly was.

And then, another realisation hit him.

Sub Zero, world’s biggest pop-star, asked him to perform on his next album.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

“I know you just told him you want to go home but here,” the bartender continued before sliding a glass of beer towards him.

“I uh, I don’t really have a way to pay for that,” Hanzo tried to excuse, because while sure, he would soon hopefully have cash from the owner, that particular money would be going on his rent.

“Dude, you just pulled a fucking pop-star, this shit’s on the house.” Bartender threw his hands up like he’d watched a god at work and turned away.

Hanzo took his beer and began to sip it, staring at the number in his hand. Knowing who Kuai Liang was changed everything. He actually kicked himself, regretting acting so flippant now. Still, at least he hadn’t just outright accused Kuai of trying to scam him and remained neutral. Because if Kuai Liang was sincere in his desire to use his influence to lift up local musicians, this sort of collaboration would be life changing.

He pulled his phone from his pocket, carefully transferring Kuai Liang’s number into his contacts. He knew Kuai Liang had said to call him, but that felt awkward so soon after they met. He pulled up messages, and sent a quick text.

[Hanzo said: Hello, it’s Hanzo, we just met at the bar. When exactly were you going to tell me you’re Sub Zero???] [Kuai Liang said: Haha, sorry about that 😅 It was just nice to talk to someone who wasn’t fawning over me for once.]

Hanzo paused, he supposed he could understand that. Guy probably couldn’t go many places without being mobbed by fans. It must have been nice to just have a normal conversation for once.

[Hanzo said: I can appreciate that. I’ve been thinking about your offer, and I’d like to know some more details, if that is alright? Is there any way we could meet to talk about it?] [Kuai Liang said: Yes, absolutely! I have a few free spots this week, whatever works best for you! 😊] [Hanzo said: Would tomorrow afternoon be okay?] [Kuai Liang said: Yes! 😊] [Kuai Liang said: Do you have a location in mind? If not, I know this little cafe that’s a bit out of the way, should be quiet enough for us to have a good chat.] [Hanzo said: Sounds delightful. I appreciate it.] [Kuai Liang said: Great! I’ll see you tomorrow! I’ll send you the address for the cafe in a bit 💕]

Hanzo smiled, putting his phone away and triumphantly taking a mouthful of beer. He didn’t know how this would go, but for the first time in so long, he was hopeful for where this could lead him.

Maybe he shouldn’t have been so quick to assume his dreams were dead.

[chipothydipothy]

Project Voltage x Project Sekai post

I have thought constantly about how badly I want a crossover between Project Sekai and Pokemon and what that could actually look like. Now, I don't think a lot of my ideas are likely---if this happens at all, I imagine it'd just be releasing the 18 songs into the VIRTUAL SINGER category or maybe even just some of them---but I have tons of ideas for what it could be that would satisfy all of my nerd hopes and dreams, so I'm gonna talk about it. I think it'd be cool if there were covers, cards, MVs, the whole enchilada, but I'm just gonna give my thought on the covers here.

Specifically, these are my thoughts on who would cover each song, chosen in the interest of fairness to each band. I'm always happy to hear additional thoughts or different takes as long as y'all are nice about it.

Also, warning, this will be a very long post lol.

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Volt Tackle (DECO*27) - Ichika + Minori + Tsukasa + Miku

I originally thought this one should go to MMJ! but I wanted to have a few for the leaders to even it out to 3 songs per band, and this combo of leaders made the most sense to me. DECO*27's songs tend to be either very L/n or very MMJ! and this one leans more MMJ! but I think it works for Ichika and Tsukasa too based on vibes.

2. Electricity Forecast (INABAKUMORI) - Airi + Shizuku + Miku

Okay hear me out. I do think INABAKUMORI leans N25, and I also think that works here, but I like ShizuAiri here more because the lyrics seem pretty cheery and it doesn't exactly sound like it COULDN'T work for MMJ! Plus I have a different N25 cover in mind that we'll get to later. You could also put Haruka here instead of Airi but I wanted to put Haruka elsewhere.

3. What Kind of Future (Mitchie M) - MORE MORE JUMP! + Miku

It's a cheery, cutesy Mitchie M song. Need I elaborate?

4. The Pokemon Inside My Heart (PinocchioP) - Kanade + Mafuyu + Miku

This was a last-second change for me, since I was thinking this one could be Kohane and Kanade, but Kohane fit into a later song more than Mafuyu did in my opinion, so I switched it. This song is sweet and nostalgic and a little sad, so I just had to give it to Kanade. Mafuyu could certainly pull it off as well.

5. Battle! (Hatsune Miku) (cosMo@Bousou-P) - Nene + Rui + Miku

This song is very story-ish, which is fitting for WxS, and I think the more dramatic, serious feel of it fits with Nene and Rui well but not as much with Tsukasa and Emu. So here it is.

6. Fly With You (Tota Kasamura) - Saki + Honami + Miku + Luka

Do I realistically think we'll ever get a L/n cover with no Ichika? No. But this song is so sweet and sad and gentle and it's about friendship and memories and growing up and- it's just gotta be Saki and Hona. Plus Luka should be there since it's the only PokeMiku song she's in.

7. I Got You! (Giga) - Kohane + An + Rin + Len

Giga and VBS are inseparable, so that was a given. Why AnHane specifically and not all of VBS? Well, between this one and the one I gave to all of VBS, this one was more cutesy, so I think it fits just the girls better. Plus I wanted to keep Rin and Len on rather than Miku, which requires me to pick only 2 people to go with them.

8. JUVENILE (JIN) - Leo/need + Miku

The L/n vibes are RICH here. No hesitation, this is their song.

9. I'm a Ghost Type (syudou) - Akito + Toya + Miku

More of a process-of-elimination pick, but I think it fits. The lyrics read like a diss track (lol) and it's got that VBS vibe, so I think AkiToya would do this song well if they covered it.

10. Go! Team Bidoof (Wonderful☆opportunity) - Tsukasa + Emu + Rin + Len

I originally wanted all of WxS and Miku on this one, but I ultimately decided I to put that combo on a different song. This song has huge WxS vibes and EmuKasa would SLAY this one.

11. Awooo~ (Yuri Kuriyama) - Nightcord at 25:00 + MEIKO

Lyric-wise, this is definitely the most N25 of the bunch, and I think the vibes are pretty N25 too. I especially would want to hear Mizuki on this song. MEIKO is here since it's the only song she's in.

12. Encounter (Orangestar) - Kohane + Kanade + Miku

This was the one I was talking about earlier, the one I swapped with PinocchioP's song. The darker, softer vibes work well for Kanade, and the heavy bass and peaceful lyrics work for Kohane.

13. Eon Ticket (marasy) - Ichika + Shiho + Miku + KAITO

I have a hard time explaining why I get L/n vibes from this one but I want it for them. And out of L/n, Ichika and Shiho fit the best here. Bit of a missed opportunity to not give the one with lots of piano to Saki or Tsukasa, but oh well, I want them on other songs more. KAITO is here repping the only song he was in.

14. PARTY ROCK ETERNITY (Hachioji P) - Vivid BAD SQUAD + Miku

VBS would kill on this one. I feel it in my bones

15. Journey's Prequels, Journey's Traces (iyowa) - Minori + Haruka + Miku

This song is very cute and peppy, which is fitting for MMJ!, specifically Minori. I think Haruka's voice would sound really good here too.

16. Psychic Psychic (NayutalieN) - Wonderlands x Showtime + Miku

Emu & Nene have always been great with NayutalieN songs, and I feel like Tsukasa & Rui would too on this song. It's got good WxS vibes.

17. Mellomelloid (Karikibear) - Ena + Mizuki + Miku

Okay, hear me out, I know this one has strong MMJ! vibes, especially since we already have Darling Dance for MMJ!, but once I got the idea of giving this one to MizuEna, I just could not abandon it. It's so cutesy in that sickly sweet way, which I think fits both of them SO well. Realistically, I definitely think this song would be given to MMJ! but I want it to be N25 so badly.

18. Glorious Day (Eve) - Ichika + Minori + Kohane + Tsukasa + Kanade + Miku

Mostly as a good finale, I want this song to be all of the leaders, but I think it works for them since the song doesn't really have any one specific vibe.

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That's all my takes for if the Project Voltage songs were covered for Project Sekai! Let me know your thoughts :>

[lexxlouuu]

How you get the Girl

Chapter 8: Anti-Hero Part 2

Warnings: none that I can really think of at the moment

Did you hear my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism

Like some kind of congressman? (Tale as old as time)

I wake up screaming from dreaming

One day I'll watch as you're leaving

And life will lose all its meaning

(For the last time)

Winning the first race of the season was not something I could have expected, even in my wildest dreams. Yes the car felt good, and was not too hard to drive. As well as it being compared to a rocket ship by not just other teams but Addie and Lucy as well. The feeling of winning this time had felt different, maybe it was because of it being a new track and new competition, but I liked it. Yes, I had won podiums in Indy Car, F3, and F2 but being a female driver in Formula 1 winning the first race of the season just hit different. Having my dad here with me to cheer me on from the RedBull garage was just indescribable emotionally. I could not help but skip everyone else and run straight to him. It’s been my dream for so long and he supported me endlessly for years. Even when it was hard with him in the states and me in Europe for F3 and F2. Having him there just helped make the haters and internet trolls disappear, as well as making the victory champagne sweeter.

Smiling to myself, I get up from the hotel bed. Checking to see if I had everything one last time before grabbing my phone, the bag filled with daisies, and luggage. Walking to the door and opening it I am greeted with the sight of my dad mid text. With a smile he asks “you ready to go kiddo?” Laughing I respond back “yeah, just a little tired and hoping I don’t have to get rid of these pretty daisies when I board the plane.” Still not knowing who had left them at my door. It had to be someone who knew what hotel room was mine. Possibly someone on the grid maybe.. That was a question I could think of later. For now it was time to get to the lobby and head to the airport.

It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me (I'm the problem, it's me)

At tea time, everybody agrees

I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror

It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

Hearing the elevator open dad and I step out. Making our way towards the lobby and to the desk to drop off the hotel room cards. Reaching the front desk. I reach into my jacket pocket and pulling out the key cards and laying them on the desk. Looking over my shoulder to say something to my dad I notice he’s not there with me. Glancing around the lobby trying to find him before hearing laughter. Found him, he’s surrounded by a couple guys laughing and clearing talking about something passionately. Probably cars knowing dad. With a sigh and a shake of my head I start walking over to him.

“Hey dad, all checked out and ready to go.” I tell him with a smile. Only now realizing it was Max, Lando Norris, and Charles Leclerc. Smiling at them in greeting but silently wanting to just leave so I could sleep.

“Yeah, just waiting on you kiddo.” He smiles back at me. Feeling a tap on the shoulder I look to my right seeing Max before he tells me “Hey congrats again on the win, Lily”

“Thank you, I still can’t believe it. Winning the race.” I respond back shyly

“Yeah, you were amazing out there, you deserve it” Charles pipes in. Before Lando speaks up

“I guess Addie wasn’t kidding about how good of a driver you are.”

“Gee thanks, I’ll have to tell her thanks for the compliments” telling him while laughing it off awkwardly. I hadn’t really talked to anyone else other than Max. The press conferences and drivers brief meetings didn’t really count in my book. Both Charles and Lando seemed nice, just with the combination of exhaustion of the race and just wanting to go home had me feeling a bit anti-social.

“Well, we better head out, have to catch our flight and then help set this one’s apartment up fully. It was nice meeting you boys, hope to see more of you three this season.” My dad tells them snapping me out of my internal thoughts.

“Yeah, it’s about time you get that set up Lily.” Max says laughing

“Oh hush, I’ve just been very busy” I retort back with roll of my eyes. Which Max easily baits back with“Yeah with what?” And with a grin I tell him“Oh you know, being a single cat mom.”

Earnhardt_Lily

when they let you keep the flowers 🌺

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addie_stewart95: 😊 pretty, is that a somewhat put together bedroom I see 🧐

Earnhardt_Lily: yeah dad helped me out when he came over for Bahrain 😆

User1: is that a PlayStation controller I spy 🧐

User2: @user1 you’d spy correctly, Lily, Addie, and Luce are really into gaming. They also have a podcast that is everything Motorsport related.

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Earnhardt_Lily: you bet @addie_stewart95 you in?

addie_stewart95: just gotta put the boys to bed and I’m in 😎

patriciooward: @addie_stewart95 @lucejohnson @Earnhardt_Lily you guys literally have a group chat called nascar girl squad to talk to each other 🫣

lucejohnson: patriciooward your just jealous your not in it

landonorris: patriciooward we can start our own group chat called the papaya boys or something 😅

I have this dream my daughter in-law kills me for the money

She thinks I left them in the will

The family gathers 'round and reads it and then someone screams out

"She's laughing up at us from hell"

It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me

It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me

It's me, hi, everybody agrees, everybody agrees

[bitterbreadandblazingbutter]

Had a dream last night.

So i was in this building with decorative plants, shelves of books and cards, white painted walls, clean floors with sunlight falling down from the glass roof; overall a pretty nice building(cafe? mall?). Then all of a sudden hell turns over and there's zombies apparently everywhere.

My first thought? "Damn, there were some good books out there"

My second? "Thank god I already grabbed the Doctor Who cards(do they even exist????)

And then some other stuff happened y'know, the usual; military comes in, checks for survivors, kills zombies, sanitation etc etc. Honestly the only thing I was thinking about through it was how the heck did the room we were trapped in had a door that led to the military?? Like last i checked the only door there was the door we came through.

We(the survivors) were going home through this forest path when all of a sudden i remember that my Doctor Who cards were in my jacket pockets and a fear like no other washed over me that i had left my jacket at the military base. This middle aged man in his fifties? sixties? who was walking ahead of me looked behind and saw me and then proceeded to pull out my jacket from his jacket and gave it to me with a smile. I didn't even question it, I was so glad to have my Doctor who cards with me I would've cried. And then i woke up.

The sheer disappointment when i woke up and realised it was all a dream was almost painful. The absurdity of it all came half an hour later.

[mikeys-bike-slut]

Untitled - Sequel - PT. 4

Excuse me for the long wait, I'm so sorry, life is just chaotic af rn and been for a while now. This part is dedicated to @kokonoiscoconut love you sm babi. Hope you'll like it <3

Previous Part

T.W: n/a

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The next morning I woke up to an empty bed again, I guess Wakasa had an early meeting again. I sigh as I turn onto my sigh and recall that dream. It was so realistic... Was it really a dream? Wakasa wouldn't lie to me, right? 

"Goddammit..." I groan annoyed and pull the duvet back over my head until I remember seeing something on the night stand. I pull the cover off then crawl to the night stand, on a closer inspection I find a purple envelope and the key to his white Bugatti -he swapped his Merc the second he saw the Bugatti Chiron in white-. I smile to myself and shake my head as I reach out and open it. Inside I find Wakasa's black card and a letter, which read the following:

"Dearest kitten, 

I am sorry for rushing off so early and leaving you alone, I hope you feel better. I'll be home later, I left my card and my girl with you, treat yourself.

Much love,

Your leopard"

I sigh and shake my head with a smile as I look at the letter. Even if he cannot be with me in person he always tries his best to take care of me. Honestly I couldn't ask for a better boyfriend than Waka, which does makes me wonder sometimes... where are we heading? We've been together for 5 years and he showed no interest in taking things further. The thought of me not being nothing more than a pretty toy for Wakasa started suffocating me until my phone ringing ripped me away from those haunting thoughts. 

"Yepp?" I answer without checking the caller ID.

"Hey mouse, are you still up for hanging out today?" I hear Hyde's voice from the other side.

"Oh hey Hyde, yeah sure. I actually need your help with something. Mind if I go over to Ginza HQ?" 

"Not at all, want me to pick you up?" he offers but I just shake my head.

"It's okay thanks, I can drive there. See you soon" I smile then hang up after he says his bye. 

I was actually excited to drive Waka's Chiron. The drive to Ginza was smooth, I parked in their underground garage then taken the elevator to the top floor where Jekyll's and Hyde's office were located. The second I walked in Jekyll launched at me and hugged me tight, making me chuckle. 

"Nice to see you too Jek" I chuckle as I hug him.

"I missed you" he pouts. "It's been so quiet without you"

"Why does everyone say that?" I say playfully offended.

"Because you are loud as hell" Hyde frowns but with a small smile playing on his lips. 

"Thanks Hyde" I flip him off playfully then go and hug him after Jekyll lets me go. 

"So what did you wanted to talk about?" Hyde cocks a brow after he hugs me. 

"You know gangs, right?" I look at them both and Jekyll nods after popping a new lollipop in his mouth. "Is there a gang called Bonten?" I ask and suddenly deadly silence starts to suffocate the room.  "What?"

"You really shouldn't snoop around Bonten, let alone get involved with them" Hyde says in a serious tone. 

"What's with the sudden interest? I thought you left that life behind" Jekyll cocks his head to the side in curiosity.

"Personal reasons, it doesn't ma-"

"Yes it does when it comes to the most ruthless gang who controls Japan" Hyde cuts me off. "All you need to know that they're someone you shouldn't mess with, if you thought we were dangerous think again. They're responsible for all the gruesome killings and so called 'accidents' that has been happening around Japan, even the police is helpless when it comes to them, they control everything in Japan" 

"So they exist..." I whisper to myself. I knew it wasn't a dream. "Where are their head quarters?"

"Like we'd tell you" Jekyll laughs. 

"Forget about Bonten, please" Hyde says but his voice suddenly serious but also soft, it reminded me of Yasu which made me realize maybe I should listen to them. 

"Fine" I sigh. 

"Good!" Jekyll chirps. "I have to go I have some things to do" he winks at me and I shake my head knowing exactly what he means; torturing. "See ya~!" and with that he waltzed out of their shared office. 

"So what you wanna do?" I ask as I look at Hyde. 

"I thought we could maybe visit Yasu" he says in a softer tone.

"Sounds good" I nod with a soft smile.

Once we got to the cemetery we cleaned Yasu's grave and placed some fresh flowers in the vase then after lighting some incenses we both sat down in front of the grave. We just sat there in quiet for a while before Hyde spoke up. 

"He really would be proud of you" 

"Hm?" I give him a puzzled look. 

"Of who you become. For making the right decisions. The life you've been through was very tough but you came through. You settled down, you have your life back on track. Everything he wished for you to have" he explains as he looks at the grave stone. "He truly cared so much for you, you are his everything" 

"I just wish he could be still here" I sigh and lean against Hyde and close my eyes. "You being here is like I got a small part of him back" 

"I always be here for ya, mouse" he says in a softer tone before kissing the top of my head. 

"Thank you" I smile then let out a soft sigh.

We stayed there for another hour before we bid our farewells to Yasu then drove back to the Ginza HQ. On the way back we sang along to some of my old favourite songs that Yasu introduced me to, for the first time in a while I saw Hyde's other side, a side that reminded me so much of Yasu. He dropped his mask of being the emotionless gangster and allowed himself to relax, which I haven't seen often. The second we stepped foot into the elevator his smile faded and he put his usual mask back on. 

Once we arrived at their joint office Hyde came to a sudden halt as he opened their office door. I peaked out from behind him and my eyes widen. That guy. That guy from the pet shop, who got shot, it's him no doubt. So it wasn't a dream...

"Hajime... What can I do you for?" Hyde asks in a neutral tone and the guy just moves his gaze to me. His thin, dark pupils almost burning a hole into my soul as he glares at me from behind his snow white curtains. 

"What is she doing here?" he cocks a brow crossing his arms on his chest clearly not being happy to see me again. 

"Does it matter? We're here on business Koko" and that's when I notice the young woman next to him. Beautiful smile, amber eyes that reminds me of the setting sun, dark skin, shoulder length, thick wavey chocolate brown locks, she looks like a goddess. 

"Don't call me Koko in front of others..." the white haired male mumbles as a visible blush creeps onto his cheeks and the woman just laughs softly. 

"You're the girl who saved this dumbass' life, right?" she asks with a smile as she walks up to me and takes my hand. 

"I- yes ma'am" I nod feeling a bit flustered from her sudden warm and direct approach, like we're old friends or something. 

"I owe you my thanks then, thank you" she bows her head. "My name's Monica and that's Kokonoi my boyfriend. He might look scary but he is absolutely harmless" she gives me a wink and I let out a small chuckle. Just like Rindou...

"Lovely to meet you, I'm Ang-" but before I could introduce myself Hyde clears his throat and interrupts. 

"We're a bit busy, so could we please get to business? Maya, you should leave. Now" he says in a serious tone that raises my alarm bells and I just give him a puzzled look along with my newly made friend. 

"How about I take her out shopping and you boys do your business?" Monica says with a smile and without waiting for an answer from them she drags me out. I shoot Hyde an apologetic look and just follow the young woman who drags me to the elevator. "Vivienne Westwood or Prada? Or wait, Gucci?" she asks excited as she presses the G button. 

"I am not really the shopping type of person, and I don't really care much for brands" I admit awkwardly, compared to her I looked like a broke college student with a good fashion sense, meanwhile her, she looked like a model. Expensive dress and shoes, branded jewellery I could tell either her or her boyfriend is extremely rich. 

"It's my treat! C'mon, we don't have to buy girly stuff? Or what else do you like doing?" she asks with an excited smile. As much as her happiness and joy was infectious I learnt it early on that people who are overly friend are the one who usually has a lot of influence and power. I just managed to get my life back on track I should avoid getting involved with anyone in the criminal world - except my already criminal friends-. 

"Sorry I'm just a bit cautious. Usually people who are overly friend always turned out to be either psychopaths or bigshots in the underground" I shake my head with a smile. 

"Well good thing, I'm not a psycho then" she smiles. "I am involved with the underground though, but don't worry I don't want anything shady from you, I genuinely am just happy that I finally met another female around these parts" she says with a dramatic sigh. 

"Hate to burst the bubble but I am no longer involved with these things" I shake my head and she just gives me a "really...?" look not being very convinced.

"That's why you're buddy buddy with THE Jekyll and Hyde?" she cocks a brow then lets out a laugh. "Also word gets around, if I am correct you are the White Leopard's prized trophy" she grins and I shiver at the name, trophy.

"Well I am his girlfriend... or at least I think I am" I add the last part quietly mainly to myself but unfortunately Monica hears it. 

"You okay?" she asks as she cocks a brow. "Trouble in paradise?" she looks at me while hooking her arm with mine as she leads me out of the elevator. 

"No? Maybe?" I say conflicted then let out a sigh. "Waka and I been together for 5 years but he has shown no signs that he would want to take things further. Not gonna lie I often feel like I'm a trophy girlfriend"

"Then you might want to dump his ass and find someone else. I do have two very hot friends who are both single" she winks at me and playfully nudges me and I just let out a laugh. 

"I'm fine, I love Waka" I do... don't I?

[msfbgraves]

[[Doing that trick with bringing in refreshments during a meeting and brushing up against him.]] Can we see that in action? Like, Terry’s in a Mob meeting, and there’s his pretty little Omega bringing in some homemade snacks, offering them to the lot. Lucky bastard, that Silver. Maybe one of the Alpha there lets his gaze linger too long, and Daniel senses trouble, so he lets his touch linger on Terry to soothe him, maybe stays a little longer in the room so his scent calms Terry down. 

"What are you doing, Mama?"

Daniel looks up into the mirror to see his youngest boy. "Anthony! Come here, baby." His little one is as happy to snuggle as any of his puppies, but Daniel can honestly do with a cuddle himself. "I'm going to help Daddy," he says, pressing his nose into his curls. The boy lights up at the mention of his father. "Can I help Daddy?"

"I'm sure you can help Daddy loads when you're a big boy, hm?" He kisses the little cheek, and his son grins. Then he looks longingly at the make-up. "Can I be pretty too?"

"You are pretty, my love." He takes out the strawberry flavored lip balm anyway. "Open?" Anthony does, and he can feel a little shiver of delight go through the small body. "Pixie dust?" Daniel says as he applies just the tiniest amount of bronzer. (It's all about the feeling of the soft, big brush to the boy, anyway.)

Then he combs his son's locks and pins back a few curls. "Why don't you go pick out a nice flower for your hair with Auntie Jessica, baby? You can show Mama and Daddy after." Satisfied, the boy runs off, and Daniel lets out a deep breath.

Time to put on his battle face. It's the first time they are trying to buy an officer.

You can't simply order a cop to take your money. There's always some inherent disdain on both sides, and play your cards wrong, they might start an investigation.

Also, the strongest ones are not for sale.

Terry has a weak spot there, he doesn't respect weak men. He extorts them. Needing them, actually needing them, is foreign to him, which makes this a tough tightrope to walk. What to extort someone who has so little with? What influence to offer them?

Omega.

Daniel knows the type such Alphas want, too - soft, shy and servile. It's why, of course, in his first meeting with Terry, he did his best to appear anything but.

But now, his knocking on Terry's door is timid, though it comes not a moment too soon. His mate is agitated, Daniel can sense it. His first instinct is, as ever, to run to his mate, and he follows it this time. Not usually. Normally, he's a plotted distraction. This time, he is selling a dream.

He stands very close to his mate, but offers the plate of snacks with lowered eyes, head tilted down - if he does take care to hand Terry the cocktail with no alcohol in it.

Terry is having none of it. He takes Daniel's platter, puts it on his desk in front of him, and pulls Daniel close against his body. Protective instincts, then,against a strange Alpha his mate can't completely control. Yeah, he's frazzled. Daniel's Pop never reacted this strongly.

"Baby," Terry whispers. "Baby, what are you doing?"

"Trust me," he breathes against his mate's collarbone, cuddling in just slightly. He can feel his Alpha's body relax as if they were in bed. "I made your favorite, sir," he says then, more loudly. "Arancini, and olives in chili oil."

The other Alpha stirs. "That sounds delicious."

Daniel's shock is not completely feigned. You'd think he's in heat, the way the man sounds. He gives a small look, cuddles back in. Still, he squeezes Terry's arm. Trust me.

"Excuse my mate, officer Jones," Terry drawls, giving him a little push. "Honey, we have guests."

Honey is code. He never calls him that. Now, Daniel approaches the man with perfect, finishing school poise. "Excuse me, officer. May I offer you some refreshments?"

"How gorgeous," Jones says, and the double meaning wouldn't even be lost on the furniture. "Turn around, sweetheart, I want a better look."

Daniel swallows. "It's all in the taste, officer."

He laughs. "I bet." Before Daniel can react, he's up, yanking the platter out of his hands. "Sorry about that," he says, steadying Daniel with another hand.

Yeah, no. Daniel has half a mind to topple forwards and douse the man in alcohol, but instead he drops sideways, away from him, and right into Terry's path, because his mate will have taken that as a challenge and is indeed running over. "Sorry, I'm so clumsy," Daniel squeaks, but is in fact kind of relieved to feel Terry's arms around him. Not in the least because he cannot fight this way.

"That's OK, mo cuishle," Terry says. "Why don't you go check up on our babies, hm? We'll finish up here, soon."

"Thank you, sir," is so soft he can barely hear it himself. He nods at the Alpha. "Please enjoy, officer."

His grin is revolting. "No worries, sweetheart," he says, and Daniel squeezes Terry's arm again. Nearly there.

Still, he's shaking when he closes the door behind him. That was vile. Did Pop ever have him serve dirty cops? He'd have to ask Ness.

He lingers close, keeping half an eye on Yasmin and Sammy, covering Anthony in flower crowns outside his window. Listens to the sounds of Robby practicing his very first chords; Eli and Gianni trying to construct something out of bottlecaps.

His puppies.

His world.

He stays away as he hears the door slam, the voices of the two Alphas as they say their goodbyes. Then, running footsteps and he's spun around the room.

"You did it!"

He smiles, holds tight.

"He took it?"

"Ha!" Terry's eyes are gleaming. "Offered me more than I asked for. Wanted to get with your sister."

He snorts. "Nessa? She'd have his kidneys for breakfast."

Terry pulls a face, then sweeps him back to his sitting room. Daniel clings on. "Terry what?"

But Terry sits him down in his desk chair, gives him a mock bow. "Don Silver."

He looks at him. "Terry, this was personal. Not business."

He stands behind the chair. "Oh, Danny love. When will you stop lying to yourself?"

He closes his eyes. "You can't turn me into something I'm not."

He crouches down beside him. "I didn't. It seems that all I need to do is get out of your way."

Then he kisses him, and Daniel stops thinking.

[game-weaver]

She follows him inside and closes the door softly, unable to keep the small smile from her face.

“I think you’re going to hear some pretty fantastical things from me as well, dear.”

He was stuttering. She hasn’t heard him stuttering since… he’d first…

Oh.

“Yugi… what’s the last thing you actually remember? Do you know how old you are-were?”

She sets her things down on his table, working hard to stay on the ground until she could be sure.

“It’ll give me a baseline for where we should start, at least.”

He went into the kitchen to start the water for tea and took a minute to find the right cupboard again. Pulling out a floral one that seemed nice, and kind of felt like muscle memory oddly enough, he got out some cups as he listened. Again he tried hard to remember, wincing when the headache crept back as he did so.

"I know my name is Yugi... I remember cards of some kind. I don't... think I'm a kid? I feel older, if that makes sense. But not much makes sense," he sighed. "Everything else is just fuzzy and blurred. Like a dream I forgot when I woke up. I-I can't remember faces, I didn't know where I was when I woke up. I feel like I should have a skylight," he looked up at the ceiling and felt sadness.

"I-I do remember being a punching bag a lot. For who? I don't know, but...but I guess I'm an easy target. Which is why things I've been told can't be true, right? That sounds like someone else, a-a different me. Like a bigger, better reflection of me. An other me."

[mrsman]

I am doing all the shadow work and inner child healing and the sinking down trying to stop being hyper vigilant cultivate safety but the crux of it the real issue of it in a relationship is my low self esteem and it’s not because I don’t like myself I do I love myself but I’m afraid anyone who loves me that isn’t family can and will leave when they uncover who I truly am and see that I’m not enough for them at least not long term so I stopped investing or caring or giving love freely and tried over time to close my heart up like a clamshell

It’s not my fault but I see that I definitely had a big hand in everything that happened and I created an environment that all the love seeped out of and I tried to stop being “obsessive” because I thought it was my worst flaw but in that I really just turned off my vulnerable self and stopped reaching out and letting myself be reached by my partner and that created a big void that then my partner went out and tried to have someone else step in and rectify it and it blew up our entire relationship

And at the end of the day when I examine my goals and motives up close I see that I was protecting myself from day 1 and I see my future as inevitably dying alone and without any one to call family that I got to choose and chose me back and I was okay with it because then I wouldn’t have to worry that one day my true self would get uncovered and spook my partner and the whole house of cards would come crashing down on me

Well it ended and I got out “unscathed” he doesn’t think I’m crazy probably just obsessive and needing to move on

That obsessive nature of mine my deepest insecurity unable to move on or ever let go and creeping out any boy I wanted to date before him and then suffocating him until he had to leave and now years later still from afar being obsessive 🤙 super rad suz good job real nice call back to your Ivan days when you literally had a journal with his name in it 🤦🏻‍♀️ I hope I never see him again but I also hope anyone who knows me and encounters him apologizes for me because I can’t fucking explain why I was that way and I’m so sorry the loneliness was a prison at that time and my way out was to idealize a stranger and now I still can’t escape it when I have dreams and I apologize to him or we “hang out” and he sees I’m superrr normal it’s embarrassing

I remember in middle school when I had a crush on a boy named Austin bc he was cute and I obsessed and told everyone and then somehow ⁉️ the whole school found out 🤯 and everyone made fun of me and the humiliation stuck to me but I still couldn’t stop doing it except in high school I was almost friends with Ivan then I ruined it and then there was Dustin and he was legitimately an asshole so it was just a placeholder a pretty face with no substance and then we get to peter ofc my partner in crime my baby all that stupid romantic stuff I hate myself for saying and I actually befriended him but when he showed signs of liking me back I truly did not believe it and the fear that fear never ever left and last year when my brother banged on the door when we were being intimate it was over for me now he was in my traumatic household and he was gonna see my through my farce that I wasn’t a stable long term partner and eventually I’ll probably be just like my brother it’s just a matter of time before I’m caught for stalking him or some shit I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I tried so hard to pull back and fold into myself and make it smaller make my love smaller make myself into an impenetrable wall so it wouldn’t hurt when we moved in together and we slept next to each other every night and he would look at me and would see it that crazy stupid little kid and think what am I doing this is not worth it

I love that stupid crazy little girl she’s trying her best and I think I really do think he did too and it was unfounded but I’m doing it again now I’m trying to do Gods will but i feel like I’m just trapping guilt in a box and gift wrapping it for him when he gets around to checking on me it’s just sad I would like to leave him alone and let myself die alone like I want to and not believe in anything but I’m Christian I have to listen I know we have a special connection and hey maybe in a decade then God can do his will and it’ll be okay it’ll work everything will be so far in the past it won’t matter anymore

But even saying that it’s so crazy this is crazy everyone is right I’m nuts and one day this mind is gonna break and spill out on the streets and I don’t know who’s gonna take spoopy but I really hope it’s peter bc she loves him so much and misses him but it’s also okay if not maybe he’ll get married she’s not a spring chicken either so it’s okay I’ll stay sane until she goes then we both go? What a concept

I’m sorry if anyone read this and felt sad I’m okay I’m just processing and reformulating and being me for once

[nancypullen]

Fifty Shades of White

It’s official, I’ve submitted my color to the cabinet painter and there’s no take backs.  On Saturday the mister and I drove into Easton to the Benjamin Moore paint store to study all of the shades of off-white.  As I lined up paint chip cards and looked at them under different lighting, walked them over to the windows, then back to the shadiest corner, Mickey asked, “Can you narrow it down to four?” After another dozen chip cards and some agonizing comparisons, I did. We headed home with sample pots of Cream Linen, Feather Down, Winter Wheat, and Navajo White, stopping at Walmart to pick up some project board in the school supplies section.  I cut up that board and painted sections with each color, labeling them on the back. Then the fun started. I moved them all over the kitchen, trying all four colors in different lighting. Cream Linen was the first to be eliminated.

Different times of day, against the wall color and the floor color (I ignored those ugly countertops because they’re being replaced_ I’d shuffle them and see if I picked the same color each time.  My final choice is the middle color in that last photo - Winter Wheat.  It does have a hint of peach in the undertone, but with the green(ish) walls it works.  It’s the creamiest and that’s what I wanted.

The work starts on February 5th and I. Can’t. Wait.  I have a dream that on the first anniversary of our arrival (May 6th) all of the major stuff will be done. After the cabinets are painted that just leaves granite and hardware.  The ugly carpet on the stars will just have to wait.  If that happens, meet me back here in May for a video tour.  I wish I’d done a “before” video. I can probably find the real estate listing photos.   Anywayyyy, that’s the color and soon the kitchen will be well on its way to being PRETTY.  I received a message that said the cabinets were find and I shouldn’t spend the money to paint them.  I’d like to invite that person to come have a look.  They’re not in great shape and I don’t like the color.

NOPE, these girls need some help.  Just putting a little makeup on them. Speaking of makeup, Sephora sends me fabulous samples all the time. I love it. I have drawers full of samples.  Today I had some morning errands to run so I put my face on and popped a baseball cap on bed hair. I’d pulled a sample lip gloss out of a drawer because I was in the mood to try something new.  I ended up running around town looking like Id just finished a two piece and a biscuit from KFC.  I mean, I like a little gloss, but this is crazy. It’s a Fenty product, I don’t remember the shade, but I think it’s meant for someone younger than me.  I go out looking a little wonky all the time though, so what?  I’m going to try to make it a trend.  We’ll call it Grancy Chic.  Comfy shoes, bad hair, questionable makeup, a bra that has given up - what’s not to love?

Ye gads. Yep, those lips were a mistake, but at least I’m certain of my cabinet color - and that’s a lot more permanent, right? I’ve got laundry chugging, after I toss that load in the dryer and start a load of jeans in the washer I’m going to sit down at my desk.  There are new ideas for jewelry banging around in my head and I also have some cards to make.  I’ve got a dear friend who will need a cheerful get well card and Valentine’s Day is coming. Fun!  Time to turn on a murder podcast and get creative. Sounds like a perfect Tuesday afternoon. I hope that your Tuesday is delightful.  Do at least one nice thing for yourself today, whether it’s a walk in the sunshine or snuggling under a blanket if your weather is gloomy.  If all else fails, buy a new nail polish - that always works. If you’re feeling the winter blahs, check the calendar.  It’s just 55 days until spring!  I’m a winter lover, still crossing my fingers for snow, but I understand those who are longing for the next season. It’s just around the corner.

I’m off to play with clay. See ya’ tomorrow. Stay safe, stay well, stay hopeful.

Nancy

[swirlysmile]

if you want to write it, i'd like to request a one shot where the crew goes to an amusement park and there's a lot of flirt and competitions between hangman and the reader🌻

i do want to write this! so cute

word count: 725

warnings; none?

Amused

The best part about traveling so often for work were the sights you got to see, whether that be natural or developed. You get downtime in the Navy, of course, so when you’re docked in a cute little port side town, you go exploring. 

Today, Bob managed to find an amusement park. It really wasn’t hard though, seeing as the first thing that comes into view when you step onto the dock is the ferris wheel.

“You’ve outdone yourself this time, Floyd.” Phoenix grins, patting him on the back. Admission is pretty cheap, and it looks like a nice place to kill time for a few hours.

There’s plenty of roller coasters, and those little stand games that are most definitely a scam. They advertise the big stuffed animals, the ones that are hard to win. 

“Hey, look! I bet Bob could ride that without pissing himself,” Hangman says, pointing to one of the small little kid coasters, the ones that just go in circles. 

If you had looked at this group, you wouldn’t have expected them to be renowned naval aviators, much less functioning adults. 

Rooster is pointing at all of the candy stands trying to convince Fanboy that he needs some, Payback and Phoenix are looking at the map to figure out where to go first, and Hangman and Bob are bickering. You’re off to the side, with Halo, observing all of this and taking everything in.

There’s a lot of loud and small children. 

“Alright, we’re going here first!” Payback announces, pointing to a spot on the map. 

“Do we really have to stick together?” Fanboy asks. He receives a lot of yes’s in reply. 

To say you’re having the time of your life is an understatement. 

Being a pilot, heights and big drops don’t really scare you. The planes you fly are far more dangerous than these measly little roller coasters, so instead of fear you feel adrenaline.

Phoenix and Payback expertly guide you through the park, so you hit everything. 

“Everything worth exploring, anyways.” said Phoenix when Hangman questioned their plans.

Rooster volunteered you to sit next to Hangman for a good majority of the rides, and if you didn’t love Bradley so much, completely platonically, you would have socked him in the nose. 

“Hey, what if we tried to get Mav one of those dumb looking stuffed animals,” Hangman suggests.

“That’s gonna take, like, all our money.” 

He just grins at your very real concern. “I’ve got a credit card and a dream, sweets.”

“I bet I can get it for less money than you can,” You say, and sure, maybe that wasn’t the best idea financially, but it’d be pretty rewarding if you did beat Hangman.

So, you wind up competing against him. He chose the game, claiming it’s because you challenged him and it’s only fair. You’re trying to knock over milk jugs with a ball, in some tower formation, in two throws or less. Then, you get the smallest prize. 

Of course that leaves you with three more games. You trade in the smallest prize, win again, and get the medium. Then, trade in the medium, win again, and get the largest one. Whoever gets the largest prize first wins.

“Hope you can catch up soon, sugar.” He says, holding up the smallest prize, and you grit your teeth just a bit. The pet names always get on your nerves, and he knows it. 

It only fuels your need to win, so you knock down the jugs almost immediately and pull out your wallet. God this is an expensive escapade you think. You’re already drained, maybe, 20 bucks from this thing. 

The final stretch, the last tower of milk jugs before you win, before you can boast your victory to everyone.

Unfortunately, Hangman is approaching a win too. 

So, you make your best effort to beat him, and fail. 

“The medium prize is cuter anyways, and I don’t have to give it to Mav.” 

“I still won,”

“In terms of competition, yes. In terms of life? No.” 

He groans and lightly punches your arm. “Maverick is going to love this ugly giant fish thing!” 

“I think it’s a bird.” Rooster says, prompting everyone to tilt their heads. 

“Definitely a bird, buddy boy.” 

Hangman didn’t expect to find the medium prize outside his door the next morning.