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astonmartinii · 10 months

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signed up for life | lewis hamilton social media au

pairing: lewis hamilton x signlanguageinterpretator!reader

f1 finally introduces a sign language interpretor to their media team

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yourusername: ahhhh such a dream come true, my first f1 weekend was an absolute dream and to be able to represent the deaf community on such a big platform was such a pleasure - here's to many more and to normalising sign language on major sports broadcasts !!

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user1: f1 may be going backwards in terms of fia tomfoolery but i'm super happy to see some good progress

user2: why isn't sign language compulsory in schools? seeing y/n has defo inspired me to start learning

lewishamilton: you're such an inspiration and a great addition to the paddock

yourusername: thank you lewis and thank you for the warm welcome <3

user3: f1 finally stepping up the representation game

user4: i was living for the sass in her signing i can't wait to watch her sign the inevitable domestic between toto and christian

charles_leclerc: welcome to the paddock y/n!

yourusername: thank you charles :)

user5: i ship it already

user6: take a day off already lord she's been there one weekend and you're already minimising her to a driver she could date

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f1: how did you guys enjoy y/n y/ln's sky sports debut this weekend? y/n will be on the broadcast team this season as their sign language interpreter!

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user10: she killed it i love her already

user11: the signing was a slay but can we also talk about how she's slaying the fashion game?

user12: finally lewis has some good competition

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alexalbon: welcome y/n !! thank you for the extra help with the hard of hearing fans on friday

user13: huh?

user14: oh a girl on twitter has a thread about this, she's hard of hearing and y/n stopped and acted as translator for her with all of the drivers going into the paddock

user15: omg i love her even more

lewishamilton: can't wait to start my signing lessons

yourusername: you're lucky you've got the best teacher around

user16: uh HELLO?

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yourusername: taking advantage of the mini break

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user17: who told her she could serve this hard?

lilymunhe: gosh i have a crush on you

alexalbon: do i mean nothing to you?

lilymunhe: not compared to her

yourusername: well i am flattered but unfortunately not up for grabs :(

user18: she's not up for grabs ??? we already lost her ???

user19: it's only been like five races who ever it is wasn't messing around

user20: not to be one of those crazy wag conspiracy theorists but the guy in the last slide is defo lewis

lewishamilton: pastries on a boat?

yourusername: idk the guy i was with thought it was a great idea

user21: chatting like it wasn't him they're so shameless

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lewishamilton: perks to living in monaco

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user22: oh to be rich...

yourusername: hmmm a baguette on a boat

lewishamilton: idk the girl i was with thought it was a great idea

user23: please stop playing with us

georgerussell63: i see my invite was lost in the post yet again

lewishamilton: i wasn't prepared to hear you complain about thirdwheeling the whole time

georgerussell63: clear solution here... invite carmen and it's a double date?

user24: so they're just gonna be like this and just never confirm whether they're together or not?

charles_leclerc: so this is what my boat was used for ?

lewishamilton: i think i'll keep everything that happened on that boat to myself

charles_leclerc: based on that i don't think i want to know

user25: poor guy, getting fucked by ferrari and lewis fucked y/n on his boat

pierregasly: most action he's seen in a while

user26: charles is just catching so many strays 😭

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f1wagupdates: y/n y/ln and lewis hamilton have all but confirmed their relationship after they spent the entire summer break together and arrived to the first race back at spa together. lewis even showed how much time they've been spending together by signing during a tiktok filmed for mercedes' account. what do you think of the couple?

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user39: they're so so cute that's my PADDOCK POWER COUPLE

user40: they are too sexy it should be illegal for them to be so sexy

user41: can't wait for some bitter old men to say that she can't be on the broadcast team cause of "bias"

user42: i need them to stand on me

user43: i think they might actually be the best f1 couple ever soz

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yourusername: yeah i guess he won yet another race but we all know his biggest win is off the track

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user44: mama knows her worth i love her

lewishamilton: never doubt that you're my biggest prize

yourusername: i love youuuuuuuuuu

lewishamilton: leave your meeting and come home please

user45: move over roscoe i'm their dog now anything to be with them

roscoelovescoco: ????

lilymunhe: give me a chance i swear

alexalbon: i regret ever introducing you two

yourusername: oh please albono you love any excuse to hang out with us

lewishamilton: yea i don't hear you complaining on our double dates

user46: lily, y/n, lewis and alex all double date ???? kill me.

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lewishamilton: getting to the end of the season and the hard work is paying off. we keep pushing until the end but always remember to take time to be with the ones you love

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user47: only this man could make a race win post so sappy

yourusername: proud of you baby

lewishamilton: i love you

user48: the fact that lewis is so good at signing now he could do most of his post race interview in bsl (though he still needs y/n there for reassurance)

user49: i was there and interlagos had a mainstage activity of y/n teaching basic sign language I LOVED IT

mercedesamgf1: let's go lewis 💪

roscoelovescoco: lets goooooooo dads

user50: guys i worked out that sign we always see lewis and y/n do to each other that's not on any of dictionaries i've looked at - it's their sign names and saying they love each other

user51: they're so fucking cheesy but i love them

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mercedesamgf1: LEWIS HAMILTON IS FINALLY AN EIGHT TIME CHAMPION OF THE WORLD 🏆

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user52: OMFG IT FINALLY HAPPENED I NEEDED THIS SO MCUH

yourusername: speechless honestly

lewishamilton: really? cause all i heard was screaming on the broadcast

yourusername: FALSE I WAS PROFESSIONAL

user53: the way i knew he would win but i don't know what to do with myself now it has happened?

roscoelovescoco: congrats dad !!!!

georgerussell63: mega season from lewis 🏆 we go again next season 💪

lewishamilton: thank you george, your time will come

user54: the kiss... parents for real

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yourusername: this season has been a rollercoaster but two things have stood out to me. 1. i met the love of my life and the man i will be with for the rest of my life and was able to watch the man i love make history and i couldn't be prouder. 2. i got to represent my community on one of the biggest platforms ever and inspire people to pick up the beautiful language of sign language which is the most rewarding part of my job!! thank you so much for this opportunity, the love and for taking the journey into sign language, we welcome you xx

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user53: no i love you so much and your addition to f1 is invaluable

user54: you guys are so cute and so inspiring, really god's favourites

lewishamilton: i love you so much, thank you for your love and support and for introducing me to this beautiful language

yourusername: you're such an inspiration to me baby, you're a record holder and the holder of my heart

landonorris: lord i might throw up

yourusernme: if you're not here to congratulate STFU

landonorris: my bad, congrats (you guys are so grossly in love)

user55: they're so parents it's now illegal for them to divorce

f1: thank you for educating us, we'll see you next season !

note: hope y'all enjoy, i'm partially deaf in both ears and am currently learning BSL to feel closer to my community and had this idea. i wish this was an actual position in f1 but hopefully in the future xx

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton instagram au

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weirdmorefics · 6 months

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bridgerton sister ran away just before the beginning of her season and discovered by Colin in St Petersburg under a fake identity and bought back home

The Familiar Barmaid

x bridgerton!sister

Pronouns- She/her

Warning- Mother issues

Word Count- 933

Summary- The reader wants to be an author, but unfortunately, she has a season to get back to.

Y/n Bridgerton had never dreamed of being married like her other sisters (Eloise excluded). Y/n loved reading, she imagined her own stories and stashed her written stories under her bed. She craved to be an author like the ones who made the books she admired. Her mother however had other plans for her since day one; come out, become the diamond of the season, and be courted by a handsome gentleman I loved who hopefully had an amazing title. I never craved that life I much preferred to live in the fantasy worlds I created in my head. This leads us to my escape from the Bridgerton household the night before my season.

I had packed the most important things to me; my writings, my favorite books, and the leftover money I had been saving from my gown fittings. I quietly took my horse out of the stable at night and rode the horse to a place no one would know Y/n Bridgerton.

I rode my horse for as far as she could go taking breaks in dingy inns that my Mother wouldn't dare to step foot in. By the time I was in St Petersburg, I was already short on funds. It was a better place to settle than most it had gorgeous views and so many new things to write about. As luck would have it the bar in town was looking for a barmaid. Unfortunately, the bar owner could tell very easily that I had no experience. Shockingly he gave me a chance! He said I reminded him of his daughter who recently married so her room above the bar was also available. It felt like fate like I had been sucked into my very own fantasy book.

I spent my days writing in the nearby park and the nights dealing with town drunks. Honestly, they weren't too bad just demanding their drinks. I learned quickly and I became their favorite barmaid only because I made the drinks the fastest but it still made me feel accomplished. It was a bittersweet feeling to have the town drunks appreciate me more than my mother but at least I was appreciated.

I felt true relief once the season was over no longer worried they would find me and make me a last-minute entry. The bar was just closing and I was washing the grimy tables when the chime of the door startled me. The man was bundled his scarf nearly covering his whole face.

I turned to him and frowned politely "I am so sorry sir we are just closing."

The man gasps once he hears me speak "Y/N?"

I quickly back up accidentally sending a chair to the ground with a loud thud, "I think you have the wrong woman sir."

My boss exits the backroom at the commotion, "This fella bothering you Rose?"

"Are you serious Y/n? Rose? Be a little more original," the man unwraps his scarf and my fists immediately tighten.

"Colin, what are you doing here?" I practically growl.

"You know this man Rose? Seems a little too uptight for you, but I am not here to judge your taste in suitors." My boss chuckles finding his comment hilarious.

Colin gags, "That is my little sister I'll have you know! And I am bringing you right home Mother has been worried sick about you!"

I roll my eyes "She probably did not even know about my absence until Lady Whistledown announced it. How did she cover it up? Am I in the States visiting my cousins?"Colin's face turns beat red which tells me I am right.

Colin tries to change the subject, "Your sisters miss you dearly, Daphne was devasted you were not there for her wedding."

I gasped, "Daphne is already married! The season just ended!"

Colin rubbed his arm, "There were a lot of issues with this season Y/n… honestly we all could have used some of that Y/n wisdom. I especially could have used some of that wisdom." He mumbled the last part seeming very embarrassed to admit it.

"Oh, Colin… I am so sorry. I miss my siblings all dearly but I am not meant for the home carer life. I am meant to be out there writing about anything I can get my hands on." I gesture to the world around me.

"That is one good thing about your departure, no one thinks you are Lady WhistleDown anymore," He smirks.

"Oh what a pity I did like causing fear and scaring the men off with the promise to write about them," I smile.

Colin sighs, "I will make you a deal Y/n, travel with me during my studies. You can explore the world that way, but you must write to Mother and the rest of your siblings and let them know you are safe."

"You know she or Anthony will just drag me back home," I frown.

"Not with me by your side, I am sure I can convince Anthony and she can convince Mama." He smiles as the plan begins to form in his head.

I smiley widely, "You have yourself a deal Colin Bridgerton."

He smiles back as my boss lets out a few stray tears, "You truly are just like my daughter, just as stubborn and hot-headed. Be sure to visit your welcome back anytime."

I gave him a side hug, "Oh boss you big old softie."

Colin laughs, "Y/n you are truly something."

"Why thank you," I take a bow. "Shall we take our leave?"

"We shall," Colin smiles.

#bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton fanfic #bridgerton x y/n #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x sister reader #bridgerton request #bridgerton reader insert #colin bridgerton x you #colin bridgerton x reader

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thebetawolfgirl · 6 months

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Could you do one where the reader and Timmy are co stars and the leading roles in WONKA and they’re doing press tour and stuff and the whole internet ships them but he’s dating Kylie. Kylie and y/n had something like big beef years ago , so when she finds out that Kylie is attending their wonka premiere, she decides to stop press tour completely , I just like some drama idk and I love your writinggg 🤍🤍

A/N: This isn’t my best work but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless! Thank you so much for all your support!!!

Dream Come True

Pairing: Timmy x Reader

Warnings: None. Just pure fluff and a little bit of angst.

Dream come True

Y/n met Timmy when they were cast as the leading roles in the new movie ‘Wonka’ telling the origin story of the famous Chocolatier Willy Wonka and they hit it off right away. They spent nearly every day together between takes talking about movies, literature and food, they would debate art and history, Timmy was intelligent and had a certain view of the world she had never seen in anyone else her age. He was sensitive and had passion, he was also very giving with his fans, he would stand and talk to them and listen to them. It was during Covid so he couldn’t get too close to anyone on the outside, which meant the only people they both saw was the rest of the cast and each other.

She stayed with him when he came back to work after his grandmother passed away as he lay in her arms breaking his heart. They had become close.

When Covid ended and he was able to do press finally for Dune, she sent him a quick message to wish him good luck and he replied with a heart emoji.

Now it was 2023 and they were finally able to do a bit of press for Wonka together, they were excited to talk about this project finally, everyone adored them together and the internet was shipping them together already, but of course he had already been spotted out with Kylie Jenner. Much to y/n’s disapproval, she didn’t like the girl but she had no right to tell Timmy who he should be dating. It wasn’t her business.

Timmy noticed how y/n would become distant with him whenever they were together and Kylie showed up, he didn’t like it. He hated not having y/n around him, he knew she and Kylie had a history long ago but he didn’t think she would completely distance herself from him. After his beloved grandmother passed away she was like his rock keeping him anchored as he drowned in his grief, now that Kylie was constantly around him, she wasn’t. And it was making him antsy, so much so in fact when she bailed out of one of their many press interviews for Wonka everyone around him could tell he was agitated because y/n wasn’t by his side. She claimed she had fallen unwell and lost her voice from all the talking and was taking a break.

When she came back he was fine again and back to his usual chatty goofy self.

When it came closer for the world premiere for Wonka in LA Timmy’s management came to him and said Kylie would be joining him on the red carpet for at least two of the premiers and he sighed burying his face in his hands.

He heard through the wall in the next suite y/n going crazy after hearing the news.

‘Is she that fucking desperate for attention that she needs to go to a premier for a children’s movie?! Talk about fucking creep factor! Will she be in the Chanel commercial too, or is this the only thing of Timothée’s she wants to destroy with her existence?’

She was so upset and furious. She sent Kylie a text telling if this movie flopped because of her, she would make her life a living Hell then turned off her phone. She told her publicist to send for her car, she was done with the whole tour and she was going home.

She saw Timmy’s agent in the hallway looking at her with regretful eyes and stormed past his shoulder. ‘I hope this little act was worth the money, she’s going to destroy his career he’s worked so hard for.’ She walked to the elevator and left without saying goodbye to any of the cast or to Timmy.

Timmy had been doing publicity work when he heard about y/n leaving and walking away from the rest of the tour and was devastated.

But when the night of the premiere arrived and y/n was nowhere to be seen he asked around thinking maybe she was just running late, but when his publicist told him with a nervous air that y/n had pulled out of coming to the premier as well as the tours Timmy went pale feeling himself falling back.

He felt Hugh and Olivia grab his arms lowering him into the chair as someone went to get him a glass of water, he buried his face between his legs as he felt his chest tighten.

He needed y/n here, he needed to see her face when the noise got to much for him she was the only one who could calm his nerves with her soothing words. She wasn’t happy about Kylie he knew that, she told him countless times that he could do so much better than her, he deserves so much better than her.

It was always her though, Timmy realised as he drank his water.

The premier came and went he did the whole arm around Kylie looking in love charade, when really he couldn’t stand her. The longer he looked at her the more his stomach turned. How had he not seen how fake this woman was, how vapid! No wonder he couldn’t think straight after being with her, it wasn’t lust his brain cells were dying, gasping out for some sort of stimulation.

No wonder after every conversation with Kylie he would call y/n to just to contradict her about something she said just to rile her up and have a healthy debate with her.

After the premier he ditched Kylie and locked himself in his hotel room and tried to call y/n but the phone just rang out, so he tried to message her and it said her phone was now switched off. He tried to Skype her on his laptop but that was disconnected. He slammed his laptop down getting annoyed, if she thought she could ignore him and he would just leave her alone she was wrong. He changed into his sweats and his hoodie with his baseball cap and grabbed his car keys before sneaking out of the hotel.

He knew where she lived, he remembered her telling him how she had inherited her grandfather’s ranch where she grew up as a little girl. It was out in the California countryside, a place surrounded by beautiful trees and mountains. It was still light for some reason, LA he guessed rolling his eyes. He drove along the road and he knew he was getting close when the desert become more leafy and he was suddenly surrounded by autumn trees, he smiled and came to farmlands and turned into a beautiful driveway dusted with fallen leaves and fenced off grasslands for the horses to graze on, he looked out his window and saw the stunning backdrop of mountains and and greenery.

He parked outside the house and got out of his car. His fancy wheels looked stupid in these surroundings. He looked around in amazement taking everting in, from the fresh air around him to the house and the huge mountains in the background and the horses grazing in the fields beyond. He couldn’t believe he was still in California. Maybe, Montana or somewhere in Arizona.

He understood why y/n loved this place so much, what happy memories she must have made here with her grandparents, he turned as he heard the door open and out she stepped looking at him. Dear God she was stunning, he had saw her all glammed up and he saw her all messy and covered in chocolate and mud and he had even saw her in her pyjamas when he showed up at her hotel room late one night, but he had never saw her like this.

She was wearing a pair of old torn jeans, covered in some sort of white stuff like powder, she must have been baking, and an off the shoulder knit sweater and her light brown hair was in a messy side braid. Her bangs were whipping around her face, as she walked up to him shoving her hands in her pockets.

‘Timmy? What are you doing here? I thought you would be at the after party?’

‘I’m sorry, I am so so sorry. I was a total dick to you!’ He blurted out before he could stop himself and she blinked at him.

He looked around, spreading his arms wide ‘This just proves my theory!’

She smiles stepping closer to him ‘What theory is that?’

‘That you’re definitely an angel, because this,’ he gestures around him. ‘This is Heaven!’

She smiles watching him look around him.

‘I could see myself spending my out my life here,’ he looked her in the eyes ‘With you. I could see me spending my life here with you.’

She takes a deep breath looking at him. ‘Is that what you came all the way out here to tell me?’

‘No, actually I drove out here to confront you about ignoring me tonight and argue with you. Tell you, Plato was an idiot and the Yankees suck ass!’

She glared before raising her eyebrow looking at him ‘And now?’

He sighed shoving his hands in his pockets ‘Well I can’t very well yell at you now.’

‘The Yankees are a great team by the way.’

He scoffed rolling his eyes and she raised her eyebrows. ‘Because the Knicks did so great this season?’

‘Hey! They did their best okay!’

‘My ass they did their best!’ She turned and walked back towards the house and he followed her immediately almost automatically.

He closed the door behind him and stepped inside the cozy house and looked around, there were family photos of different generations scattered along the wall, he saw a picture of y/n in her graduation robes holding her diploma.

‘What did you study?’

‘Before becoming an actor I wanted to work with animals. So I studied veterinary science.’

‘Wow.’ He muttered under his breath as he looked at all of the family photos and saw a picture of a young girl on a horse holding a large trophy.

‘Hey who’s the little girl on the horse with the trophy?’ He called to her in the kitchen.

‘Oh that’s me. I came in first place in the equestrian event. My papa was so proud that he was actually crying.’ She came back with two bottles of his favourite beer and handed him one, smiling at the photos. He watched her closely as he sipped his beer ‘What was your grandfather like?’

She looked at him and smiled ‘You’re the first person to ever ask me what he was like.’

He smiled and waited. ‘He was always smiling, always singing. He liked putting the radio and dancing with grandma around the kitchen. He taught me how to dance too.’ She looked up at Timmy smiling before frowning ‘When grandma died he was never the same again, I think a little bit of him died when she did. The thing that killed him most, I think was that none of the family came to the funeral. I skipped school and took a bus using my lunch money to go. All the other families from the neighbouring ranches came but her own children didn’t come. I moved in here after graduation, I told my parents to stay away, invited my grandpa instead. Haven’t spoken to them since his funeral eight years ago.’

She sighed as Timmy listened intently without interrupting. He knew she had been keeping this bottled up for years. All of the love and pride she felt for her grandparents, the hurt and the shame of her family not paying their respects and her total determination with her loyalty towards her grandparents. No wonder the old man left his entire life to his granddaughter. She was the only who cared enough to stay.

‘I’m sorry y/n.’ He wrapped his arm around her shoulder to comfort her.

‘Your parents sound like assholes. If you don’t mind me saying.’

She shook her head closing her eyes and smirked ‘Not at all. You’re right on the dot. They are assholes. When I made it to the big time they contacted me, wanting to ‘make amends’ I told them to go fuck themselves. After how they treated my grandparents I’m not interested.’

She turned to him and buried her head in his chest wrapping her arms around his waist ‘You’re actually the first person I’ve ever told that story.’

He was shocked as he wrapped his arms around her back he had heard she wasn’t the most trusting person. In fact he heard rumour about how hard she was to work with, she wasn’t good at taking orders and she barely spoke to anyone on set. But Timmy had seen her with fans, she would spend ages with the kids and the elderly, she always made sure was allowed the same lunch hour the actors had. She remembered the names of crew members asking one how their daughter enjoyed her first day of school, she even asked one of his grandmother was getting better.

He took her over to the couch and sat down with her holding her close as she lay against his chest.

He would break it off with Kylie, he didn’t care if he had to pay a big fine for terminating the contract, it would be worth it if he could be with y/n.

The fact that he could already hear the echo of their children running around the house and eventually their grandchildren, was huge. He never envisioned his future with anyone before. But with y/n, he saw himself spending the rest of his life on this ranch with this kind, beautiful woman and one day their children.

Y/n looked up seeing Timmy lost in thought and reached up to kiss his jaw, ‘penny for your thoughts?’

He looked down at her and blinked at feeling her lips on his skin ‘I don’t want to freak you out or scare you.’

She reached up and kissed his jawline again ‘You won’t, please tell me.’

‘I was thinking about our future. A-and I was picturing our children and our grandchildren running all about this house.’

He blushed and looked down and she sat on his lap lifting his face to make him look at her. ‘Are we married or do we live like hippies?’ She smiled and pecked his lips before he deepened the kiss leaning forward. ‘No, we’re definitely married until we’re old and grey, and calling the cops on each other because we can’t remember who the other one is.’ She laughed against his lips at his strange narrative of their future, she pulled away before standing and taking his hand to guide him upstairs to her bedroom.

They didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but they were ready for whatever would be thrown their way. They met on a movie based on following your dreams, and they ended up being each other’s dream come true!

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403tarot · 4 months

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BANGCHAN AS HUSBAND & FATHER 🐝

reading taken out of bangchan's marriage with anonymous

if he's your bias and you're kinda delulu... good luck.

the marriage

i began by asking how this marriage would be overall, and it would likely happen quite quickly once he asked for your hand, around six months or less. i don't think he would want to make a fuss; he would prefer something like a simple and reserved ceremony because he would be concerned about exposure, and the privacy of this part of his life is something bangchan highly values.

within the marriage itself, initially, it would be challenging because everything changes within this dynamic. even if you had lived together before, you would feel the difference and the weight that marriage would add to this coexistence. the challenges would be more emotional and stemming from both of your anxieties, like "okay, what if it goes wrong? because I've literally planned our whole life for the next 20 years, and if it ends before that, i'll be completely lost."

so, you would have that little butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling, but in any case, you would really enjoy being married because much of this marriage would feel like a long honeymoon, showing you even more of the good and bad aspects in each other, making you think, "yeah, i have to deal with this so that we can continue being a functional team." with this, it is possible to notice that this relationship would be very grounded in the foundation of maturity, not only as a couple but also as individuals because this marriage would mark the end and the beginning of a very important new stage in life and in how you relate.

you would create, beyond love, a dynamic of complicity, understanding, and admiration. admiring the other person, respecting them and understanding that they are a human being, and that sometimes they will be on their worst days in the same house as you, dealing with the weight of a ring on your finger would be something that you both would practice, which, of course, would end up bringing you even closer and connecting in a way that wouldn't be possible in a simple relationship. it would be a very egalitarian marriage; bangchan is very helpful with chores and sharing responsibilities, so you wouldn't have any issues with that. he might have a little desire to show off to you like, "look, love, i wash dishes really well" or "look at how i can fold clothes properly" to impress you, and he would enjoy hearing compliments about it. he would be very careful with the house as well, doing more than 90% of the male population.

he would love to travel a lot to explore new places with you. in the initial stages of the relationship i don't think you would go out as much and with such frequency, but in marriage, for sure. he would openly want to take you everywhere to visit countries and various tourist attractions, try new cuisines, and so on. you would feel absolutely happy in this relationship, like a dream coming true, and being in the solidity of this relationship would give you a lot of comfort. bangchan would also feel that this is a new stage in his life, but while you might think it's the final stage of your happiness (10 of cups), for him, it would be just the beginning (ace of cups). he would expect a lot from this marriage, and with that, we move on to the next topic: babies.

the fatherhood

i asked if you would want to have children, and the knight of cups came up. overall, i don't think you would be opposed to the idea of being a mother, but it might be more because he desires it. bangchan wouldn't hide that it's a significant wish of his. for him, a child would represent an extension of your love, a symbol that you love each other so much that you created another person.

it seems like he would want the pregnancy to happen "naturally". like, i don't view him saying, "hey, i think it's time for us to try having kids," but he would ask you to stop using birth control and let it happen naturally (as if you could engage in unprotected sex with his breeding kink, and you magically wouldn't get pregnant???). bangchan wouldn't specify the exact number of children, but his mindset would be "if it happens, that's okay," so you would need to manage this aspect of pregnancy, or you might end up with many children, perhaps all with pregnancies close to each other in time.

he would be a very, very loving father — helpful and focused on being someone the children consider a safe place, someone they see as reliable, fostering a mentality of "something happened, and i need to tell my dad" instead of the usual "my dad can never find out about this" mindset. i sense him interested in a modern parenting style, possibly that "non-violent education", focusing heavily on emotional development and problem-solving.

he would be one of those affectionate and attentive dads, getting down to speak with the children at their eye level, trying to convey a sense of warmth and belonging. bangchan would think a lot about their future, starting from pregnancy, and would want to ensure that everything goes well. he would be the concerned father who opens an account for the kids, depositing money every month until they grow up and can use the funds wisely, perhaps for college or other purposes.

probably, bangchan wouldn't want his children to be born in korea, and he wouldn't want them to grow up there either, at least not for the most part of their childhood.

* based on tarot. this is a reading of san with one specific person. his way of showing his personality and taking actions can vary depending on who the reading is done with.

#— duckie notes ⪩♡⪨#stray kids tarot #bangchan #kpop reading #kpop tarot #stray kids headcanons #stray kids fluff #kpop readings #kpop astrology

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Hi, I was wondering if there was a way to better view my DR as a reality and not a "dream"? And how to strengthen my intention/assumption of waking up in my DR?

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hellooo! i do have some things that will hopefully help you :)

🪐 HOW TO VIEW MY DR AS A REALITY AND NOT A 'DREAM'

first off, just a reminder that when we shift realities, we merely just become aware of a reality that we already exist in. we are experiencing another real reality out there- not some dreamworld, not a dream-like world, and not a daydream world; but it's real. real life.

if it helps, when going about your daily life here, take a moment every now and then to pause and really think about how life feels here. analyse your senses and think to yourself of what you're feeling, touching, smelling, seeing, tasting, and hearing. just like how we live here and how real everything is, that's how real it is in your dr. the realness of everything you feel here, is how it will feel in your dr. for example, if you're brushing your teeth and you pause for a moment to really take in the moment of you brushing your teeth and everything your feeling with your senses, remind yourself that this is how it's going to feel like in your dr, if you're brushing your teeth, for example.

do your daily tasks and compare the two. take a moment and do a little sense-check. remind yourself of everything that you're feeling right now in that moment, is how you'll be feeling it when you do it in your dr as well.

another thing you can do is try instead of thinking about all the cool things you're going to be experiencing, things that might be super different and unattainable in this reality, think of the boring, mundane things you'll be experiencing. think of the simple things: the simple things that make you happy, the simple things that you'll get sad over, any mundane or boring tasks you might complete. the boring days in your dr.

you're going to have moments where you're going to be bored out of your mind, maybe even mindlessly scrolling on your phone or even watching television. you're going to have moments where nothing extraordinary is happening at all, and you're left there by yourself to try and feel the void of boredom growing within. you might even have a moment where you drop your ice-cream on the floor :(

in your dr, the weird and spontaneous will happen. the boring and mundane will happen. you will experience moments of adrenaline. you will experience moments of happiness. you will experience moments of sadness. think of these other moments that will happen in your dr, aside from the exciting and extraordinary to help you realise that these things will happen in your dr, just as they do here :)

🪐 HOW TO STRENGTHEN MY INTENTION/ASSUMPTION OF WAKING UP IN MY DR?

setting intention is honestly a lot easier than we let on. it is something us just mentally deciding to do that thing, and then doing that thing later on. however, sometimes we can run into bumps where we don't exactly fulfil our intentions.

this can come from a place of hesitation, procrastination, or even just having weak intention setting from the beginning- especially if you're the time of person who tells themselves they'll do this specific thing and then they never end up doing it 😭

luckily, it's quite easy to strengthen your intentions and assumptions!

for intention, i recommend during the day, you practice intention setting. just simply set intention for something any ordinary daily task you'll do, and then get up and fulfil your intention!

for example, if i set intentions through affirmations, i'll mentally speak out: "i intend to go and make a cup of tea," and then after saying that i would wait a bit (you don't have to), then go and make my cup of tea! ta-daa! intention fulfilled 🥰

for strengthening assumptions, you could also do the same thing above for strengthening your assumptions. you could just assume something really basic that you know is to be true, and keep doing that as 'practice' so when you assume you'll wake up in your dr, it'll become a natural assumption because you know and have seen how your assumptions are true, and so will this one.

you could also practice using the law of assumption on 'small' manifestations. incorporate the law into your daily life. for example, if you have work that day but you don't want it to be busy, you could assume that it is going to be quiet all day and then boom! when you see for yourself that your workplace actually was really quiet, you'll be able to gain some trust and confidence in your assumptions (btw i've used this and it works like a charm for me! all my days at work for have so far, been sooo dead and quiet hehe).

also, developing some trust and confidence in yourself can help you to trust yourself and the intentions you set! doing all of the things above can help you develop this too, but working on your own confidence and trust in yourself is important too. trust goes a long way.

affirmations help as well! don't be afraid to affirm your confidence and trust in yourself, affirming that you will fulfil your intentions, or affirming and persisting in your assumptions too! affirmations are a good way to remind you of what you already have or what you will fulfil, and you can use affirmations to life yourself up and develop confidence in yourself!

it may require a little bit of effort, but it's sooo worth it in the end!

to be honest, i'm not fully satisfied with my answer but i hope this helped regardless! and if not and you're looking for any more tips or information on these things (strengthening intention + assumptions) then check out the resources below!

good luck on your shifting journey and i wish you well :D

- saturn ♡

🪐 RESOURCES:

setting an intention - https://aminoapps.com/c/desired/page/blog/setting-an-intention/47Wq_PwtYu23jZnmgBpB7VdV131epvN4ga

all about intention - https://aminoapps.com/c/realityshifting/page/blog/all-about-intention/pXXz_34NHQuqJJd45zdQ7P3gGE6KQ8WJwJd

the law of assumption + how to use it to shift !! - https://aminoapps.com/c/desired/page/blog/the-law-of-assumption-how-to-use-it-to-shift/Ypvl_8Mtbu4J78YxmMv3n1xBLGg10gboa

an exercise to strengthen your imagination and experience the "assumption" STATE (loa neville stuffs if you're interested) - https://www.reddit.com/r/NevilleGoddard/comments/vc9iy8/an_exercise_to_strengthen_your_imagination_and_to/

#shiftblr #shifting #reality shifting #desired reality #shifting realities #reality shifter #shifting blog #desired realities #noyasaur #shifting community #ask saturn💌

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Hey Dear. I highly admire your wisdom and opinions around The Sandman Universe and I’d love to come back to Morpheus’ end and his long way to his fatal fall. Even if he has chosen to go down this road, with all of these alternative exits along his way I still wonder: It all started with that wonderful allegory of „Seeking Destruction“ in Brief Lives. Maybe Neil’s quote „You cannot seek Destruction and return unscathed“ is a key or hint to the question who wanted to destroy Dream? Is it really possible that our good old endless friends Destruction is the one behind? That even when he left his realm it’s still his nature, to destroy (Morpheus) and make something new?! Loki the great manipulator talked about a higher instance that uses him. Was it Destruction? Could he has done it out of what… incomprehension towards Dreams way to rule his own realm or just because of being… destructive?!

Adding as usual: Send me your asks, everyone—I love them!

Thank you so much, friend, and such good questions!

Honest answer: No one truly wanted to destroy Dream apart from Dream himself. Even Desire, who is arguably most out to get him, didn't really in my view. Did they want to teach him a lesson? Yes. Did they want to hit him where it hurt? Also yes. They are just diametrically opposed despite being surface level similar. But when Desire notices it is truly happening, that Dream is on a path with no backing out, they are scared and fairly close to losing their bearings. And their speech during The Wake shows that they just wished they hadn't been in each others' lives and might have both been better for it. Also: They even tried to warn him at the beginning of Brief Lives. And they told Tiffany about it, too. For Desire, the A Midsummer Night's quote also comes true (and how funny is it that we get an explicit mention of both desire and dream here?:

They only see the prize, their heart's desire, their dream... But the price of getting what you want, is getting what you once wanted.

They think they want to destroy Dream (or maybe not even that. It's really cosmic level "throwing dummies out of the pram" with them. They need a get along shirt, is what I'm saying 🤣). But once Desire gets what they want, it's all not that clear-cut anymore.

Who is at fault or: The Endless as concepts

I guess to look deeper into who is at fault, it all boils down to really having to see the Endless as concepts, and I personally don't think it started only with Brief Lives--it started much, much earlier. At least (!) in "The Sound of her Wings"--I think people often misunderstand it solely as Death setting Morpheus' head straight and him being reminded of his function again. Which is true to a degree. But I firmly believe this is actually the issue where Morpheus decides death is his way out. She gave him "much to think about". He "hears her wings". His responsibilities can wait for a moment (that's the only time you'll ever hear him saying that).

Dream has always been closest to Death--she gives him solace and comfort, he considers death a gift. I recommend reading the poem in issue #8 again.

Death is before me today: like the recovery of a sick man, like going forth into a garden after sickness. Death is before me today: like the odor of myrrh, like sitting under a sail in a good wind. Death is before me today: like the course of a stream; like the return of a man from the war-galley to his house. Death is before me today: like the home that a man longs to see, after years spent as a captive.

Then look at that last stanza. That is his takeaway. That is what it feels like to him. He is that man who spent years in captivity. He longs to see that home--he wants to die. It's already in plain sight here.

And yes, all the other siblings are conceptual as well.

We meet Destiny the first time in #7, "Sound and Fury", and we already get a hint that he is worried to turn the pages of his book--which could be considered foreshadowing that it is possible for Morpheus to die (which shouldn't be the case from all we know up until there).

We meet Desire and Despair for the first time in issue 10, and while people focus a lot on Desire wanting to destroy Dream, I'd like to propose the following: Dream, at this stage, already desires death. Whether he does so consciously or subconsciously doesn’t really matter. So if we see the twins as purely conceptual, they just heard his call:

He is in a state of despair, and he desires to die.

It's always been in Dream to feel like that, for much longer. But this is where it gets really obvious. He made that choice two issues beforehand. Desire always meddles because that's what Desire does. They hear your call and make you want, no matter if it's good for you or not. We see this with literally everyone they are ever involved in. And sometimes giving one thing to someone takes something away from another. Plus, they flippin' saved the Universe with Dream, so they definitely have it in them to do good (even if not always for the most ethical reason). After the reset, they just remember flashes of the wrong (or shall I say right?) stuff, like using dream vortices to get to Dream.

He goes on a journey with Delirium in Brief Lives to seek Destruction. Why did Delirium choose him? Because he's the only one (unlike his siblings, who all sent Delirium away) who is receptive. One could think Dream is in a mildly delirious state after Thessaly left him. And that's why he is so on and off with Delirium. He has moments of clarity when he knows it's a shitty idea, when he knows it affects other people, when he calls it off because he feels responsible for Ruby's death, when he knows it isn't right. And then Death (!!!) tells him off because he "hurt Delirium", and he keeps going. He still seeks Death. And he finds Destruction.

That's all so deeply metaphorical, I don't even know where to start.

Is Destruction behind it?

No. If we subscribed to that thought, Death would actually be a much more likely culprit, but she isn't either. Or she is. Just like all the siblings are and aren't. Destruction is just what he is conceptually, just like all the other siblings are.

It is Dream himself who orchestrated all of it, consciously or subconsciously (both really). And when you look at when he meets what sibling, it all becomes really crystal clear (I actually have a meta about this in the making, I'll tag you when it's done).

If anything, Destruction wanted to help him, tell him to walk away. He says this to Daniel in The Wake as well--that there's basically a way out if he can't do it anymore. But Destruction's way is not Morpheus!Dream's way, neither is it likely to ever be Daniel!Dream's way.

So I guess conceptually yes, he destroys and hence creates something new (which ties in nicely with him visiting Daniel!Dream and actually being the first one who shows true care towards him). But the impulse always comes from Dream I think. Just like with all his other siblings.

Whenever he is closest to someone or meets one of his siblings, it tells us something about his state of mind. Is this a chicken and egg problem, as in: Does he make them do it or do they make him do it? Well, the Endless exist because sentient beings make it so, not the other way around. So he meets whomever he meets because he calls for them, so to speak. At least that's how I see it.

Who is that higher instance?

I am fairly certain that the higher instance Loki talks about is Dream himself. Loki transgressed majorly in Season of Mists, and Dream twisted his arm into a deal at the end of SoM. We never find out at that point what the deal is, but yeah--it's probably fairly safe to assume it's "that one".

Also: If Dream hadn't commissioned Shakespeare, Puck wouldn't have been on the loose.

And even in Dream Hunters (so even further back in time), he already "learned lessons"--especially about existential dread (the Onmyōji), but also about doing the right thing out of love (both the monk and the fox), even if it leads to your own demise (the monk).

And even in Overture, we get hints that he might have had an epiphany that there's another Dream in the future (that whole "time flies" panel, using the saeculum etc). Morpheus gets an inkling it might be a future version of himself that sends the saeculum back in time. How much of it he remembers and whether it is fragmented after the reset will of course forever stay a mystery; but it quite frankly doesn’t make sense that he doesn’t remember because we get too many hints he does.

Suffice it to say: He's been baiting the traps for a while (and even Death tells him so before she takes his hand), literally hundreds of years, but issue #8 is really where everything is starting to fall into place.

And that’s because the fishbowl changed him. He staved it off for as long as he could stay aloof and detached. But once he entered the realm of human experience, as Frank McConnell called it in his intro to the Kindly Ones, he was done for...

Now, whether he wanted it to happen exactly the way it did—that’s an entirely different question, because I don’t think he did. Maybe he had planned for a slightly more, shall we call it elegant exit, but he backed himself into a corner with his rigid sense of duty until the way it went remained the only way out if he wanted to prevent more damage to what he cared for—the Dreaming.

Woah, blabbering away as usual, thanks again for the ask!

#the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus #sandman #sandman meta #sandman bookclub #asks answered #send asks #destruction of the endless #loki the sandman #sandman book club #the sandman meta #sandman spoilers #sandman comics spoilers

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onlyswan · 2 years

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summary: in which you entertain yourself with jungkook’s hair and make a dream come true.

> fluff, suggestive ? / wc: 2.7k

> warnings: making out, he gets blue balls sorry jk, mention of blood

note: this is just short and self indulgent i am finally writing about my undying love for my triangle gimbap bv4 koo i am in the brink of tears as i am typing this bc i just love him very much OKAY . also you’re in the second day of your period here so you can read my previous drabble if you want to :]

+ one last drabble before comeback bc i will be too busy screaming and crying over festa + comeback content PEACE OUT ✌🏼

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today is jungkook’s day off, and as much as you would love to go out on a date with him outside where the sun is shining not too bright and the wind is whistling softly as it gracefully dances as if it could be seen by the naked eye, the weight of your headache has kept you hostage on your pillow.

you rub the sleep off your eyes, refocusing on the view outside the bedroom window. your nap took longer than you intended. it’s already the afternoon — the sky is splashed with light hues of orange and pink, and you grow sadder about not being able to spend the day with your boyfriend like you usually do when he gets some time away from work. your headache isn’t as bad as it was this morning (trust me, it was bad), but it’s still there.

you reach for your phone beside you, familiar fingers tapping at the screen to call him.

“hello, baby. how do you feel? do you need anything?” this isn’t the first time you’re hearing his voice today, but the sound still makes you feel gush.

“where are you?” yours comes out scratched with your throat being dry, so you sit up and hunch over the nightstand, opening your water bottle and taking the straw between your lips.

“in the living room.” he chuckles softly. “where else would i be?”

“i don’t know. i thought you went out with your friends or something. didn’t one of them opened up a new restaurant?” you mumble, feeling bad about keeping him inside the house. “i wouldn’t have gotten mad if that’s what you’re worried about. i just sleep when i’m on the second day of my period anyway.”

he scoffs. “i didn’t want to go out anyway. i’ve been working on a song since this morning. i made some good progress.” he planned to spend this day off working since he knows you wouldn’t feel up to going out on the second day of your period, and even if you do wanted to go out, he would’ve rather let you rest. however, instead of going to the company, he set up his equipment in the living room. this way, he wouldn’t bother your sleep and still be available incase you needed him.

you stay quiet for a few seconds, gathering all the energy in your body to force yourself to function. “may i hear?”

“when it’s finished, baby. i’m almost there.” he answers sweetly, heart softening at the sound of your tired and gentle voice from his phone’s tiny speaker.

“will you come in the room then, please?”

“why? do you miss me?” he teases.

you can hear him smile in his voice. you are longing to see it in person.

“just a little bit.” you reply jokingly.

you hear shuffling on the other end of the line. “that’s enough for me. on my way.”

and the door bursts open, your boyfriend entering the bedroom with his phone pressed against his ear. his doe eyes meet your drowsy ones, and he immediately ends the call to stride towards your figure he yearns to hold in his arms.

you make grabby hands, grasping at the waist of his shirt to pull his body as close as possible. he kisses the top of your head, lips making a smacking sound which makes you smile weakly against his chest.

he sits beside you, brushing away the hair blocking his vision and tucking them behind his ears. the small actions ignite the adoration in your heart, and suddenly, playing with your boyfriend’s hair sounds like the most appealing thing in the universe and you wouldn’t mind spending this lifetime and the next doing exactly that.

and so, you gaze at him with feigned innocence. “will you grab my box of hair ties for me?” referring to the transparent box sitting on top of the vanity.

jungkook is a simple man. you ask for something, and he gives it to you. “don’t tie your hair. doesn’t your head hurt still?” he scolds you while handing you the box, and your eyes close shut as giggles rack your body.

“then why give it to me?”

he crawls on his side of the bed, his head laying on the soft pillow. “hmm, i don’t know. thought maybe you wanted to admire your collection of hair ties.” he unlocks the box, pulling at the handle of the lid to reveal the collapsible levels forming a mini staircase. he makes a show out of it, gasping dramatically as he pulls a surprised face. his lips form an ‘O’ to perfectly match his wide doe eyes. you watch him in pure amusement, shaking your head with a chuckle.

inside are rubber hands and hair ties, organized by size and color. to be honest, you rarely even use them. you just think of them as essentials. you’ve always thought that there will come a day when you’d need them.

perhaps, today is the day.

you make space on the nightstand for the box, setting it aside temporarily. “so what are you gonna do?”

you ignore his question, tugging at his pillow as you speak. “lay between my legs.”

his mouth falls agape once again. sure, you’re pretty much straightforward most of the time but never like this. “babe, shouldn’t we wait for a few more days for th-”

your hand moves on its own, flicking his forehead to interrupt him from further speaking out his thoughts. “get your mind out of the gutter. i just wanted to do your hair!”

“oh.” he releases the air he didn’t realize he’s been holding in, eyes darting to the side as he assesses the awkward situation he just created for himself.

the man decides to pretend like the past thirty seconds did not happen. “they’re showing kimi no na wa on the cable channel. i should practice my japanese.”

you watch him put his pillow over your spread-out thighs before making himself comfortable between your legs, leaning back and sliding down just enough for his hair to be perfectly within your reach.

as he flips through the channels on the television, you press a kiss on his temple. he can feel your smile against his skin, and it makes his cheeks blush in sheepishness. “you are so funny without even trying sometimes.”

he shifts around a little, leaning his weight on you. “please make my hair look pretty.”

that isn’t exactly your intention and you just want to play around, but- “i’ll try my best, baby boy.”

one of his favorite films of all the time plays on the television. given that he has spent almost half of his life sitting on a chair for hours while being dolled up by stylists, he finds himself relaxed more than ever since it’s you touching his hair. he basks in your light and delicate touches, humming in appreciation. his tattooed hand finds a home on your knee, his thumb tracing shapes on your skin.

despite you being well-aware of his insane level of pain tolerance and muscle endurance, jungkook loves how you remain gentle with him. he knows it isn’t simply because you’re wary of hurting of him, but because your nurturing hands treasure him.

though, he admits he deserves the swat he gets on the arm when he starts swaying back and forth to the rhythm of a commercial song.

you gather a thick portion of his hair on the top of his head, sweeping up his long bangs to include them. you choose a black hair tie, because a rubber band would be too difficult to remove and it usually takes hair strands along with it. every piece of jungkook is precious to you.

“tada! the first look is done.” you announce enthusiastically, marvelling at your own work.

he opens the front camera of your phone to look at what you did to his hair, curling up into a fit of delighted laughter as if he is being tickled. you know what he looks like when he is laughing the hardest — eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open as he laughs so hard it feels like he can’t control his body anymore. he even kicks out his feet sometimes, or repeatedly slaps whatever’s near. usually, it’s the table or his thighs.

you find the hairdo more adorable than funny, but you’re glad that you made him happy over such a small and silly thing.

he coughs, choking on his spit from laughing too much. he slaps his chest in panic and you offer him your water bottle, which he accepts. with a grimace, you watch him sip until the bottle becomes half empty. once he calms down, he smiles at you and you start explaining your work.

“i know they usually call this apple hair, but here you can see that i took a thicker portion so it’s more of a ‘sprout’ look.” you stroke the hair forming the leaves to emphasize your point, and you realize that it also resembles the water bursting out of a whale. but the term sprout is more adorable and straightforward, so you choose not to mention it anymore.

he nods in understanding as you speak, turning his head to the left and to the right to check out how it looks from different angles. “ah, i can see how this also symbolizes my drive to achieve personal growth with everything that i do in life. there is so much more left for me to learn and experience, therefore, i am still a sprout.”

he probably wrote lyrics while reflecting on himself today, you think. not enough people realizes how much time jungkook spends thinking about himself and life in general because they usually only see him being physically active, and well, because he’s a generally shy person who keeps to himself. that’s why he writes them into songs. or he shares them with you on random occasions.

his words are intended for exaggerated humor, but a fond smile spreads on your lips as you listen to him speak such insightful words so casually. “hmm, exactly. exactly! that’s what i had in mind while i was doing your hair. i did a goob job in capturing your personality, yes?” you lean forward to insert yourself in the camera’s frame, resting your cheek against his.

“you look so cute, baby.” you admire him through your phone screen, eyes almost sparkling. he grins in response, showing off his perfectly aligned teeth before he captures the picture. you poke his other cheek with your index finger, and he smiles so that his dimples pop out as he clicks on the shutter again.

“i want to do pucca hairstyle next.” you tell him, sliding off the hair tie which makes his hair fall infront of his eyes. he blows a loud breath to remove them from his line of vision, which works for about two seconds until they flop down again.

with a giggle, you brush the hair back with your fingers. this time, you use a comb to perfectly part his hair in the middle.

while you’re trying to properly gather a portion from the upper right side of his head, he calls out your name out of the blue without looking away from the television screen. you hum in response. “what if i wake up alone in this bed tomorrow morning and realize that you were just a figment of my imagination?”

you pause for a second, heart aching inside your chest because of his question. “that won’t ever happen, silly. i am very much real. you just witnessed me bleeding yesterday. my blood was red and not purple or green.”

“babe, i said a figment of my imagination, not an alien!”

“well-” you stutter in embarrassment. “still!”

your hands slip away from his hair when he slides down, head resting on the pillow as he looks up at you with an amused smile. without thinking twice, you connect your lips with his. he holds your face in his hands to deepen the kiss, heart pumping so loud and fast he swears he can feel it in his ears.

you pull away with your chest heaving, a cheeky smile painted on your cherry swollen lips. “did that feel real enough?”

“holy shit. you just made one of my teenage dreams come true.” he curses, dazed eyes drinking you in as if you were a celestial being who came down on earth and found him.

you raise an eyebrow in surprise. “oh? your first spiderman kiss ever?” the new learned knowledge makes you want to bash your head against the wall for not doing this earlier into your relationship. how could you have been so clueless? how long has your boyfriend been waiting for this moment to come? you should’ve known.

“ever.” and then he grabs your face to kiss you again, this time with more fervor, tongue playful and sweet. you will never admit it, but you might be enjoying this more than he is. a quiet moan escapes you just before he pulls away (too sudden for your liking) with a sated smile, planting three more quick kisses on your lips. “got five spiderman kisses now.”

“you are insatiable.” you mumble against his lips, finally opening your eyes.

“you make me insatiable.” he remarks. and it takes everything in you not to indulge yourself and kiss him again until you run out of air.

you straighten back up, grasping at the shoulders of his shirt. “i’m not done with your hair yet. get up.” he groans in protest, mumbling about how much he loves you and how he lets you do everything you want as he goes back to his previous position. he ignores the uncomfortable pressure growing in his shorts and belly, reverting his attention back to the animated film.

you comb his hair again, untangling some knots that formed in the previous minutes you got preoccupied with . . . other things.

surprisingly, jungkook stays quiet and unmoving this time around as you fix up his hair with serious focus. you finish tying up his hair on the right side, and so you move on to the other, purposely leaving out his bangs and brushing them to the side for the pretty style he wanted. finally, you comb the hair at the back of his head and the front of his face to make it look neater.

“all done.” you inform him with a singsong voice, and he immediately opens up your front camera again.

“ooooh.” he sounds impressed, touching his own hair with interest. “you did make me look pretty, after all.”

“of course, i did!”

and then he does his signature pose. his lips form a pout so big his bunny teeth makes an appearance, and he throws up a peace sign beside his cheek. the tattoos on his forearm are in full display, and they completely contrast the endearing cuteness going on with his hair and his face. he takes multiple pictures, changing up the angle with each one.

you rest your chin on his shoulder as he goes through all the pictures he took this afternoon, either giggling at himself or at you in the background. you roll your eyes when he zooms at you watching him take selfies with a look on your face that evidently shows how in love you are with him, teasing you as if time went back two and a half years and you were still hiding your crush on him.

in the end, he forces you to take a selfie with him because apparently, the pucca one is his favorite hairdo and you’re his favorite person so he wants both to be his lockscreen. he sends the picture to himself eagerly.

“oh! i finally figured it out!” you exclaim excitedly, reaching over to swipe through the pictures. “you look like a maltese puppy! you know, when they get their hair tied up?”

he blinks in confusion, closing the gallery app to search up a picture of a maltese puppy with the same hairstyle. he finds one and saves it, swiping at your screen left and right as he compares himself.

“so am i a bunny or a maltese?”

you shrug. “both?”

he heaves out a dramatic sigh. “i don’t think that’s how it works though?”

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(sorry if I'm spamming or anything, I just love these stupid demons boys too much)

But IMAGINE a virgin/little experienced Levi. You dressed up in a cosplay for him to take some pictures with, and he's totally not trying to hide a boner the whole time. Then after you change out you go to take a shower and give him all the clothes back, and whoops your underwear was also in the pile.

Poor boy goes RED when he finds it. He's stammering between should he give it back, or it's just like some anime he saw and he needs to smell it, just once, for science right?

Before he knows it he's jerking off to/with it. He's degrading himself for being so perverted and a gross otaku. His cocks are leaking all over the fabric when he comes in it.

Maybe you'll walk in to ask about the pictures and catch him like that. He's muttering apologies, but his hands are still moving. You just have to give the poor baby some help~

No don’t worry I absolutely love hearing others thoughts on the boys! As long as you don’t mind me adding on to them ksksk Virgin!Levi lives in my head rent free omggggg

Reader is mentioned in a skirt but no pronouns used or genitals described

Leviathan thought all his dreams came true the day you agreed to dress up and actually go to a convention with him, just a local one held here in the Devildom but he didn’t care because he had you going with him. You dressed as one of your favorite characters, in an outfit that hugged all of your curves and a skirt that barely covered your ass and swayed with each movement of your hips. Levi felt his pants growing tight before you guys even left his room.

The two of you spent the entire day running around together, taking pictures every chance you got, poor Levi constantly trying to readjust and hide his growing erection while you were blissfully unaware of his predicament. He dreaded seeing these photos later because he knew his face was bright red in most of them and he was almost positive there was one picture where his bulge was painfully obvious.

The two of you headed home, you undressed and went to return the outfit to Levi who was unusually quiet. You assumed he was just exhausted from being social all day and didn’t mention it. In reality Levi was trying to focus on your words and not how gorgeous you looked in your sleepwear, your after shower glow making his head spin even more.

Leviathan takes the clothes and goes to put them away to be washed later, turning back towards his computer he notices a piece he had dropped, he picks it up and freezes, nearly dropping it again. This wasn’t part of your cosplay. That’s your underwear. His heart races and he’s immediately panicking about what to do. Part of him knows he needs to return them but how?? He can’t just walk down the hall holding them and then give them back to you like no big deal. Maybe Asmo could or even Mammon in his own tsundere way, but him?? He could never.

The rest of his body has already decided how to handle the situation. His face is burning, palms are sweaty, his cocks are even harder than they were before. Is he really going to do this? Is he really that low and perverted? His cocks twitch as your scent hits his nose. Fuck.

Before he knows it Leviathan is in his bed, pants discarded, legs spread apart, the bottom of his shirt being held in his mouth so he can get a better view of what he’s doing, your underwear wrapped deliciously around his two cocks. He can barely think straight but flinches when his moans echo back to him.

What a fucking loser.

He lets out a whimper. His conscience is right, he is a loser. Laying here playing with himself and using your underwear to do so. He can’t help it though, when he finally unclenched his fist and took a good look at your underwear he had noticed the wet spot on the crotch. His brain had shut off as your scent filled his mind, he couldn’t stop himself. He had moaned and rubbed his face against the fabric, licking the wet spot and tasting the faint sweetness left behind. That’s how he ended up here in his bed.

His mind kept trying to torment him but Leviathan learned a long time ago that he loves to be degraded. You’re such a loser. What if they find out? What if they walk in on you?

Fuck what if you did find him like this?? What if you found him laying here pumping his cocks, your underwear rubbing up and down his shafts and him moaning your name. Would you call him a disgusting freak? Would you shame him for being so gross? The thought only turned him on more. Levi pumped faster while chasing his high, your faint scent mixing in the air with his, he tries to imagine what you would look like underneath him, he tries to imagine what you would sound like calling his name.

“Leviathan?”

Shit. That sounded too real…

His eyes fly open and find you standing over his bed. Leviathan is mortified, not only did you find him here masturbating with your underwear but now you know he really is a monster. He’d never shared with you that he had two dicks, he was too afraid of how you’d respond, but here he was. As terrified as he was Leviathan was still aroused by the situation, his cocks throbbing and leaking out a heavy amount of precum, only adding to his embarrassment. He waited for you to scream at him but instead watched you smirk.

“Who would’ve thought the shyest brother would have the most cock in the family.”

Fuck. Don’t do that. Don’t compliment him, he can’t take it. He knows you’ve seen his brothers, he knows you’ve had his brothers. Asmo can’t keep his mouth shut (or his legs for that matter), he’s smelt Mammon on you several times at breakfast, he’s heard the growls, grunts and moans coming from Beelzebub’s room while your own was empty. So if you sit here and praise him for his cocks he’s bound to cum and that’s not what he wants you to see. But you’re not making it easier to prevent.

You crawl on top of him, your hips hovering just above his own, and you caress his face. He lets out a strangled moan at your touch, his hand hasn’t stopped pumping the entire time but it stutters slightly. He’s completely helpless, looking up at you and hoping you give him more.

“Levi,” you say in an all too sultry voice. “You’re a virgin right?”

Yes, fuck yes. Shame him for it, please! Make fun of him for being the only virgin left in the house. He wants you to degrade him so badly, he wants to hear you call him a gross, perverted, virgin demon. He nods quickly, his mouth open just slightly and letting a high pitched whine escape. Your smirk turns into something more sinister and you lock your lips with his. He moans into your mouth while squeezing his eyes shut, bucking his hips into his hand and causing his leaking tips to brush against your ass. You pull back, face flushed but a confident look in your eyes.

“Why don’t we change that?”

#obey me smut #midnight thirsts #obey me #obey me leviathan smut #obey me leviathan #obey me leviathan x reader

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Iconic Homoerotic Betrayal: Round 2

Round 2 Directory

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Griffith/Guts

Summarized by Anonymous Contributor

Griffith was the leader of the band of the hawk, a mercenary group. His goal was to some day have his own castle, and to do so he needed loyal followers. His most loyal followers eventually ended up being guts. Guts entered the band of the hawk after losing a duel with Griffith (that's where the "you're mine" image comes from).

Griffith's ultimate goal was to get his castle, but he quickly formed a bond with guts that would go on to form whole archetypes for homoerotic subtext. Guts would eventually be so inspired by Griffith's dream that he would leave the band after years to try to find a goal to espire to himself. This being spurred by Griffith saying that he doesn't view those working for him as friends, as a true friend would be an equal to him, someone who's also striving for a lofty goal. In order to leave guts had to beat Griffith in a duel, which had never happened before, but his want for Griffith to see him as a true friend let guts beat him and leave the band of the hawk, sending Griffith into a spiral of shock and anger and depression.

When guts returned to the band of the hawk after finding his dream, he discovered that Griffith's dream, which seemed all but accomplished when he left, had fallen apart. Not only was he never getting his castle, but he had been locked deep in a dungeon and brutally tortured for a long time. Apon hearing this news, guts rushed to Griffith's rescue, who had been reduced to a shell of his former self due to brutalization and malnutrition he had insured for so long. But guts and the rest of the band of the hawk didn't care. They decided to set out yet again on achieving Griffith's dream. And they slowly started nursing him back to health until one day Griffith gave up on his dream. Seeing how feeble he has become and how much he needed to rely on others now utterly defeated him and he attempted to take his own life, but right before that he was approached by the god hand.

God's who rule over countless demons and monsters who are looking for their final member to complete them. Griffith's determination beckoned them, and they gave him an ultimatum: Become reborn as a god by sacrificing all your men, or don't. Obviously the ever ambitious Griffith betrays the band of the hawk and becomes Femto, the final member of the god hand, and kick starts the apocalypse by letting all his comrades get eaten alive by demons, including guts, obviously. Especially guts.

Thanks to a talking skeleton, though, guts just barely escaped with his live after witnessing true horror and experiencing great pain and suffering. And that's just the prologue of Berserk, the rest of the series is just guts angerly screaming Griffith's name. Many betrayals in this tournament can claim tragedy, but were they a betrayal of such great magnitude? Did the betrayal end in the death of everyone the protagonist ever cared for and the antagonist ascending to godhood?

Anthy/Utena

Summarized by Anonymous Contributor

THE blueprint for homoerotic betrayals of the canonically gay (as opposed to interpretive, certainly there are older iconic examples for that) variety. listed as #2 in the infamous top ten anime betrayals video, iirc.

it is about akio pushing anthy to utena. it is about utena’s protective stance, misunderstanding. most of all, it is about anthy kissing utena’s shoulder before stabbing her.

the story has been leading us to this the whole time — utena assuming once again the protective princely position; akio, always playing divide and conquer, unable to manipulate utena to betray anthy, now reliant on anthy betraying utena; the game being rigged from the start, true victory impossible (for the duelists, who will always lose the game proper to akio, the rule maker, in one way or another; for akio himself, just as obviously); utena’s love for anthy within the princely stance; anthy’s love for utena and anthy’s fear (of the world beyond; of utena loving her truly; of utena not loving her truly but just projecting onto her still as any prince does, and turning out to be the same (as akio) in the end) and akio (framing himself) as the only one who will love her no matter what because friends turn away from you and only connections by blood are forever, the two of them are the only ones who’s real in this projected world, so on and so forth, and anthy’s bitterness towards utena (“do you know, utena-sama, how i always despised you” from that one “in the next episode” bit) and her princeliness and her being not that impossibly unlike akio (all princes are the same). everything has lead us to this moment. and yet we are shocked.

personally, i’ve never moved on from how she kisses her shoulder.

See a whole dissertation on Utenanthy here

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Tommy and Grace and Marriage Part 3

To echo back to ideas I started in part 1, Tommy at his core is a romantic with Grace, with a healthy view of what their relationship should be like. Tommy desires a true partnership with Grace - he promises her he'll help her with everything as she'll help him (it's one of the only health sentiments we've heard from him that I can remember).

He is willing and able to strip himself bare, physically and emotionally, with Grace. And with that, she is his strength. It takes strength and courage to put yourself out there, to trust another person, to be open and honest with them about your feelings and your dreams of the future together. Tommy knows and understands this: he is extremely picky in deciding when and with whom he shares the true depth of himself.

In 2x01, Polly, Ada, and Lizzie all prod Tommy for that openness and vulnerability to no avail. He chooses stoicism, maintaining his mask of emotionless as much as he can - like when discussing business at one of his oldest friends and brother-in-law's Freddy's funeral.

In the same episode, Campbell, as an antagonist, identifies Grace as Tommy's weakness. However, we are meant to disagree as Campbell is intentionally used as Tommy's foil to consider the ethics of both their careers and in their romantic connection to Grace.

The first of the trio to explicitly mention marriage and that potential future for Grace and Tommy is Campbell in his own failed proposal - a proposal that heavily centers around Tommy.

In 1x05, Tommy realizes that the guns have "become a burden" and agrees to sell them to the IRA in a trap, collaborating with Campbell.

In realizing that the IRA are planning to kill him once they get the location of the guns, and thus possibly before the "sixth chime" to midnight, which is the police's signal, Tommy turns to Grace - partly because "barmaids don't count" when told to be alone, but also because Tommy genuinely trusts her with his life.

We see Tommy's fear explicitly. He comes into the Garrison panting, shaking a little. Grace immediately understands that there is going to be "trouble" just seeing him. He's willing and able to show his true feelings with Grace. He trusts her to both help him handle this situation and to not think less of him demonstrating these unmasculine feelings (as Moss will deride Tommy for being ladylike due to his discomfort with the dead bodies in his bar at the end of the scene).

We see Tommy's frustration and fear that he needs to pull Grace into this side of the business. He tells her that when the IRA men get there, "they plan to kill me. It's your job to stop that happening." And he minimizes what she has to do: "You don't shoot. You just point," reassuring her that neither will have to kill anyone as the "police want them alive" and will be in soon to deal with the situation fully - a statement that surprises Grace. If the police are to help him, she assumes that she would be informed, and thus, her own disquiet truly develops.

Grace doesn't object at all to the idea of protecting him, only a bit in disbelief that "you could have given me more warning" to which Tommy reveals his full frustration and fear that "he just got the message himself" and thus wouldn't involve her in a danger situation unless he absolutely had to.

He sends her off to hide until the signal with his voice rasing and getting faster in his panic as he repeats to Grace, "All right, go. Go on. Go!"

Grace, hidden but peaking around the door, watching and listening for Tommy's signal, can hear clearly their threats as they they condensingly ask Tommy, "Did you think was let you live? Make your peace, Mr. Shelby," to which Grace comes out guns blazing.

I think her motivation is three-fold: since we met Grace, her primary goal has been to ensure these guns don't fall into the IRAs' hands. Even when Campbell points out at the beginning of the season that there are other players of concern, such as the Peaky Blinder, she maintains her focus on the IRA in her fear, hatred, and grief over her father's death. So, the mission itself, as an agent of the crown intertwined with revenge, greatly motivates her.

But, I think her feelings for Tommy are just as inspiring. If her grief of her father dying at the hands of this organization is still haunting to this degree, I imagine it must have been terrifying to hear another person she cares about possibly being taken from her in the same way. Feelings of revenge tend to be wrapped up in guilt of not being able to save that person. If she couldn't save her father, she'd make sure they couldn't do this to anyone else again - especially her again, which is a position I don't think she ever imagined being in.

Grace shoots multiple times, planning to kill both men so that Tommy would never be in real danger for a moment. Instead, her revenge helps pull him into the danger she so hoped to avoid. As Tommy begins to fight back, she's trying to get in there to shoot again, but she is knocked down and stays down until Tommy kills the second IRA man by bashing his face in.

Tommy immediately goes to Grace, and while she initially flinches from the violence, she let's him come to her, help her off the floor. She leans into Tommy's gentle caress of her face as Tommy tries to reassure himself that she is okay. Grace doesn't try to get away when he holds her head and asks her, "why did you shoot, Grace?". She replies in shock and disbelief, "I didn't know I had it in me like that."

Tommy, is likewise full of regret, afraid that he has driven her off as "now you've seen me."

But Grace's fear and criticism is only for herself as she responds, "and now you've seen me. I'm sorry." Instead of moving away from him, she draws closer, hugging him. Tommy is initially in disbelief, thinking he'd driven her off forever and surprised that she's the one sorry (I just can't imagine Tommy's been on the receiving end of many - any - apologies). But, he quickly unfreezes and sinks into her comforting embrace as he closes his eyes to bask in her presence and love.

This is Grace's breaking point as she tells Campbell the following morning. When Moss and the other cops come into the Garrison, they aren't sorry for purposefully going back on their deal with Tommy, that the IRA men are dead, and that Grace and Tommy could have died. Tommy, with tears in his eyes, holding himself up by leaning against the bar, respectfully state that "they fought well. They were brave men." Moss, gets in Tommy's face and and degrades him that they look like he was "killed by a wild fucking animal" and asks, "who cares?" about the bodies that he states were never never. As they leave, Grace looks at Tommy, whose eyes are closed, trying to stop the tears, and she can see fully who the real "bad" men are.

After walking her safely home, Tommy reiterates Grace's apology, telling her, "I'm sorry." We don't see Tommy often providing apologies either, but he is willing to give Grace what she offers him - everything.

In truly seeing both Tommy and the police force, Grace meets with Campbell to offer up the guns and her resignation. Previous scenes had shown Grace's discomfort with Campbell's degrading rhetoric about Tommy, but she typically ignored it and didn't argue back.

But now everything is different. At the meeting with Campbell, he strokes the same cheek Tommy caressed the night before, but this time, Grace flinches away.

Campbell offers a non-apology placing the blame on Tommy for the danger she was in: "I had no idea that he would involve you in this ugly business. If I had, I never would have let this happen," showing only his concern for her life in the situation. Grace looks away disgusted and argues back for truly the first time: "he trusts me. I told you that. You didn't believe me," showing the sharp contrast between Tommy and Campbell.

When he challenges her that Moss reported that they were "embracing," she scoffs is disbelief: "Is that your primary concern?". He tries to justify that his "concern" is for "her welfare," but Grace shakes her head no and takes full responsibility, telling him, "it was me who killed them" - both of them, as Tommy only finishes what she started and thus, she covers for him, not willing for him to face the consequences of her actions.

Campbell tries to blame that on Tommy's influence too, but Grace won't let him and makes clear that "something inside me changed" through seeing both Tommy and the police force clearly. She asserts that she and the police were the real "beasts" last night, not Tommy.

Grace claims that she no longer feels the need to "avenge" her father as she understands that it almost costs her Tommy's life. She asserts that the "hatred that I brought here with me is gone" in contrast to the depth of hatred Campbell feels. She reminds him that the mission was always about the guns, not The Peaky Blinders, and with that, negotiates a deal with him. She demands that "I want your word that Thomas Shelby will not be harmed if the guns are recovered. Your word as a gentleman." This great act of betrayal is in service of Tommy's life as both possessing the guns and trying to sell the guns have proven to have the same deadly consequences for him.

Campbell doesn't immediately agree as it is not something he wants to give; we've seen from the beginning how petty and personal he makes the "mission." He is incredulous that she has "sympathy" and "sentiment" for Tommy and tells her she's "too good-hearted for this work." He deems Tommy her weaknesses, just as he'll deem Grace Tommy's.

Realizing that he'll only agree if there is something in it for him, Grace capitulates on their own history: "So, for my sake, will you spare him?," finally getting his "word."

When she meets him at the grave the following morning, Campbell hugs Grace, which she doesn't reciprocate, and proposes the moment she resigned, ready and in wait to strike with a ring in his hand the second she's no longer his "subordinate." Campbell tells Grace what she once thought but no longer believes: "I'm a good man, and my admiration of you has turned to love." Seeing her shocked and disbelieving face, he tells Grace, " I don't ask for love in return. Just recognition that we are liked minds with shared values."

It is a proposal that is in complete odds with Tommy's declarations. Campbell formalities juxtaposed with Tommy's giddiness and boyish teasing in the following scenes. While both consider how they are the same with "liked minds," Campbell's viewpoint is based on the old version of Grace, who hasn't witnessed the police threaten women and children and provide empty promises, Tommy is confident in his assertion that they've "found each other" because Grace has told him so explicitly that he's truly "seen her" as she's seen him, and neither wants to look away.

Grace understands whose reactions to fear when giving bad news - who the real threat to her life is. Grace slowly and hesitantly goes to grap Campbell's hand (as the first and last time she voluntarily touches him) and formally addresses him as "Mr. Campbell," while trying to let a violent man down gently by lying and telling him, "you deserve better."

It's a lie he easily sees through, showing Grace his true colors once again. He immediately gets aggressive, stepping towards Grace, screaming in her face, "Is it the beast that dug this grave? Is it him between us?". This is in sharp contrast to the gangster that she actually betrayed, but who never showed her any anger or made any threats. Tommy wishes her well and his continued love when parting at the end of the season, while Cambpell tries to murder her.

Campbell's bullet wound from Grace is a physical reminder of Grace for Campbell, Tommy, and the audience. While she is not there, no one has forgotten her, and every visual and auditory cue of Campbell's cane echos her presence in these men's thoughts.

In 2x01, Churchill challenges Campbell's choice in using Tommy in spite of their history. Campbell assures him that this is why he is the best choice as to apply pressure, you need to know a man's weakness and I "know his weaknesses intimately" - a direct reference to Grace as he once spied on Tommy and Grace dancing in her apartment intimiately. Thus, the audience is reminded that Campbell's intertwining his personal petty grievances with his work have helped Tommy before. In 1x05, Campbell calls off the police raid when he learns that Tommy's gone off with Grace. Moss questions the choice, too, as it's not the smart, logical choice, and thus one that helped save his life. He chooses his pride over the job then.

While Campbell's goal is to use Tommy and then dispose of him once and for all, because of his resentment over Grace choosing Tommy, Campbell will save Tommy's life once again as they interrupt Sabini's attack on him at the end of the episode. And with that, we see once again that Grace isn't Tommy's weakness. When Campbell comes to the hospital to threaten and blackmail him, Tommy is the first person to mention Grace's name. While Tommy is senestive about Grace, he can and will bring her up when he wants to. And he calls on her memory to help him through this situation. Just as Campbell assumes that she is Tommy's weakness, Tommy knows that she is Campbell.

Tommy assumes correctly that Campbell is just as hung up over Grace as he is. He can't imagine someone being able to get over her, as he sure hasn't, and he uses the memory of her to disrupt Campbell's own control and strategy over the situation. With a pointed causualness, Tommy provides details of Grace's life, letting us know that he has kept tabs on her, wanting to stay connected to her even as they are ocean's apart. He relates that she's in New York and knows even more specifically that she's living in a "place call Poughkeepsie" and most importantly that she's "married now." In knowing how much that devastates him, he assumes that it will have a similar impact on Campbell.

Just as Tommy hasn't moved on, Campbell similarly shares Grace's personal details attacking Tommy's insecurities, letting him know he also knows that she's married, "to a banker. He's rich. I'm sure she's very happy," as he pokes at what Tommy wanted to provide Grace himself - economic security, but most of all, happiness.

While Campbell's information could come from Grace's family and abuse of his position, Tommy's obviously comes from Grace herself as we are told by Lizzie that a letter from "Poughkeepsie" arrived for him at his new offices in Digbeth. Both of them have ensured that they other has their new addresses keeping in touch. Obviously, the letter that season 1 ends on and season 2 opens with is not the last contact they've had in the last two years. We can see how much Tommy hasn't moved on; even though she's married now, he is still keeping communication open between them.

Campbell's remark is one that hurts, and thus, Tommy pivots to the physical discomfort Grace imparted - which visually symbolizes her presence for the rest of the reason.

Tommy says, "I imagine being shot by a woman hurts the same as being shot by a man. Just a bit more shameful." He emphasizes how while Grace has left them both, she only wanted to leave one of them behind and that the person she truly hurt purposefully isn't Tommy. In the end, she picked Tommy over everything else: her job, her family's expectations and status, her grief and plots of revenge, and her previous convictions about law, honor, and moralty.

Tommy declares that "every time you lean on that stick, I bet you see her face," as Tommy himself does. He is so sure that her memory haunts Campbell, willing to "bet" when he is someone who typically fixes bets in his favor. Tommy sees and remembers Grace everywhere. So, in his view, why would Campbell be any different.

Therefore, we see the door of the future Tommy imagined for them still open. Even if she's married, Grace is still the person he longs for every day; even him burning her letters isn't enough to truly burn the bridge between them - but more on that next time.

#tommy x grace #tommy shelby #grace shelby #grace burgess #peaky blinders

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scientistservant · 21 days

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I'm sorry for sending in another ask 🙈 But I need to know your opinion, as I haven't had a chance to read it. Sooooooo, why is Long Live The Pumpkin Queen, bad? Did they fuck up the doc and Sally that badly? Like are we talking about Love Never Dies level of shitty? (musical sequel to Phantom of the opera that most of us fans loathe.)

Oh boy, okay

This is gonna be long, please bare with me 😭

So the book completely changes/“fixes” Sally’s origins. She wasn’t a creation, or never even FROM Halloween Town.

She’s a special princess of dolls from “Dream Town” and has parents who are also dolls. She was kidnapped from her bedroom when she was like 12 by Finkelstein.

This is fucking bullshit.

How she even physically ages or how dolls can even conceive is never brought up or explained. Nor is how Fink even kidnapped her in the first place. The book and author just expects you to accept this new canon, which conveniently comes out like three decades after the source material.

Because the book is in first person and in Sally’s point of view we NEVER hear any perspective or proper explanation from Fink or any other character about anything.

Fink is just reduced to a one-dimensional villain who kidnapped Sally all because he apparently can’t create life or bring things back to life via science. You know… HIS FUCKING JOB.

He despises that Jack and Sally get married, despite that Fink would be ecstatic at this (Sally’s his creation and Jack one of his very old friends.)

Sally is also reduced to a one-dimensional protagonist who never questions anything and every third word from her mouth/brain is either “sad”, “ragdoll”, or “stitches/seams”.

She just believes these two doll people who she’s never met before, and doesn’t bother to leave “Dream Town” to ask the elderly scientist she’s known for her entire existence about this (not to mention everyone in the entire world including the holiday realms are dead asleep at this point at this part in the book anyway…)

Oh yeah, the book has a main villain too, surprisingly. It’s not Fink, even though the book certainly treats him like it.

It’s the fake ruler of “Dream Town”, Sandman, who’s actually kind of cool and creepy. But his reasoning for his villainy is bullshit, just like everything else in this damn book.

He’s just tired.

Yeah.

The Sandman is tired because he can’t sleep and his sand doesn’t work on him so he can’t get to sleep. You’d think a being as powerful and seemingly dangerous as this guy wouldn’t need sleep, but apparently he does. He’s cranky and needs a nap with his blanky, boo-fucking-hoo.

The ONLY thing I actually sort of enjoyed in the book was the bit where Sandman was stalking Halloween Town, putting everyone to sleep, and Sally was hiding from him. That was actually kind of suspenseful and I wish Sandman was that threatening throughout.

And does Sandman get any punishment for taking over “Dream Town” and putting everyone in an eternal sleep?

Nope. But FINK gets punished! Firstly, Jack completely believes these two random doll creatures he has never met before and that say they’re Sally’s parents. He yells at Fink, without asking his dear old friend if any of this is even true. And then Fink gets 100 years of prison and community service, which is stupid because why the fuck would Holiday realm laws, much less HALLOWEEN TOWN laws, function the same as the real world’s?

Speaking of which, apparently Halloween Town’s an actual monarchy, and the Pumpkin King isn’t just a cool title for the face/mascot/figurehead of the realm. The book even lampshades this, but doesn’t take this anywhere further aside from Sally complaining she has to wear a crown and Jack doesn’t.

This whole book is stupid and I will never accept it as canon, ever.

What sucks about this is that I fucking PREORDERED the book! I thought it was gonna be a story about how and why Sally was created, and get some backstory/lore for Fink, as well as explanation of why his relationship with his creation got so bad. Maybe a little extra plot of how Sally and Jack met.

But it didn’t. I fucking cried. This book made me cry my fucking eyes out, out of anger and betrayal because my favourite character and his creation/daughter was butchered.

After reading the whole thing I threw the book in a little library and never looked back.

I’m still working on a complete and total rewrite/fix-it-fic, it’s just gotten put on the back-burner because of other projects I’m currently working/fixated on. Apologies for that. But I promise it won’t be forgotten!

EDIT: Oh yeah, and the Holiday rulers have a meeting about climate change. Because Holidays have super importance with the weather or some shit. I’m not fucking kidding.

EDIT 2: The author is also a New York Times best-seller which is already pretty suspicious since that is basically a huge scam. The book has hundreds of 4-5 star reviews that don't even really get into the specifics of WHY it's good. They're all either extreme Jack x Sally fans (the book starts off with them getting married and Sally's main dilemma is worrying about being "a good enough queen") that like anything tnbc/Jally related OR a bunch of people were paid to give this book glowing reviews.

#the nightmare before christmas #tnbc #long live the pumpkin queen #sally finkelstein #sally skellington #dr. finkelstein

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hoe4sports · 2 months

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The first meeting | Caroline Graham Hansen

AN: No trigger warning. You are a girl from Norway, Benedicte. I had to chose a random Norwegian name. This will be a storyline in forms of imagines, so I recommend reading chronologically.

I was fresh out of University, and for sure done with anything related to lectures, studying and assignments. I grew up in this silly little Norwegian town, Tromsø. You know, a place where you can see the northern lights, reindeers and polar bears! Well, the latter is not entirely true. It is just a dead polar bear stuffed for tourists to see and take pictures of. Regardless, I grew up here with my grandparents. My father left when I was a baby, and my mother? I went no contact a few years ago as she put me through a lifetime of trauma. That is exactly why I decided that when I was finished with my bachelors degree in sports leadership, I needed to get out of this sad little town. It is always cold, and we have winter for 9 months a year. Three of them are in complete dqrkness, no sun or no daylight. It’s just as bad as it sounds. That’s why I applied for jobs pretty much anywhere but here. Towns like Oslo, London, Australia (hello Sam Kerr) and even the us. I however ended up getting a job offer from the women’s department in the club known as Barcelona. It was just what I needed; Sun, beaches and Spanish women.

I decided to go to Barcelona a week early, I had to take advantage of checking out the city and the nightlife! Barcelona had arranged this beautiful apartment for me downtown. It was a decent sized apartment in a new building with spectacular views from my bedroom window in the 23rd floor. I have never seen anything like this as I grew up very poor, and only lived in an apartment with my grandparents. I spent the first week checking out bars, restaurants and beaches. I also found a huge mall with all of my favourite stores! Naturally, I had to purchase new clothes as I was told that there would be an athletic dress code. Lululemon for the win!

I didn’t really meet a lot of hot Spanish women during my first week, but I made a few friends in the building. One of my closest neighbours, Ingrid Engen lived two doors away from me. I recognised her from a talent camp for 13 year olds in Norway. And somehow she recognised me! We had spent the first week getting to know each other, and when she found out I was going to be working for Barcelona; she was beyond excited. We clicked naturally, and we went out to all her favourite bars, restaurants and shops. She really gave me the full experience!

Fast forward to today, Monday morning. The first of August. At 5.30. Let’s just say that I regretted the last bottle of wine from last night. But today was the day! The day were I finally start my first “big girl job” and you bet I was feeling excited. I got my tired body out of bed and opened up the blinds in my apartment. The views just took my breath away. It was stunning! A beautiful sunrise with the most beautiful colors that I’ve ever seen. I made myself a black coffee, and wrapped my robe around me so i could sit outside on my private balcony. It felt relaxing. The air was crisp, I could hear the ocean and I could smell the salty beach. It was like a dream come true.

My daydreaming soon became interrupted as I knocked myself intro reality. First day of my first job, right. I quickly made it to the bathroom and had a steaming shower. The smells of my floral soap felt like a full on aroma therapy session. I quickly got out of the shower and patted myself dry. My blonde long hair dried and put in a half up half down bun and I did light makeup as my skin was tanned from the week in the sun. I always used some mascara, it really made my icy blue eyes pop. I got dressed up in what I was asked to wear; Black athletic shorts, a black tank top, my trusty black hokas and a hot pink lululemon jacket. It felt wrong, but my new boss had insured me that any athletic wear was good. I grabbed my bag and took a deep breath. I took a look in the mirror, and I added some fruity chapstick. This was going to be the first day of the rest of my life.

*fast forward to being with your boss*

“Ah, and this office is where you will be working from! Feel free to decorate however you like.” The Spanish woman said. I nodded and listened as active as I could. “Here is your work phone, your laptop and your camera. If there is anything you need, you let me know.” she said as she handed me what looked like a tower of apple and canon products. I was stunned. “Wow, this is amazing, thank you so much! I’m so excited to get to know the team, and I’m eager to get to work.” I replied as I sat down my new work gear and followed the tall woman as she talked enthusiastically about Barcelona and their work culture.

*Caroline POV*

Jonathan was going on, and on and on and on about what this season was gonna look like. I was tying up my white Nike cleats, they were brand new as the team wanted us to start fresh. I however, hated fresh and new and change. I liked stability, routine and same old. Why change something that isn’t broken?

The door to the hallway suddenly swung open. There was the head of staff, Maria. She was always so bright and shiny and talkative. Not really my way of life. “Ah, Maria, just in time!” Jonathan called out. “Come, come!” He urged and a blonde petite woman popped up from behind Maria. “This, ladies, this is Benedicte. She is one of the new assistant coaches, and she will be primarily working with the wingers. With her, we will be unstoppable!” Jonathan said enthusiastically. The girl blushed, and smiled. “Hi squad, Im looking forward to kicking your asses on a daily basis” she said with a cheeky grin. I was staring at her as I couldn’t remember why she seemed so familiar. “Caro, stop staring!” Mapi hissed at me. I rolled my eyes. “I wasn’t staring” I hushed, but with no luck as the team was already making their way onto the pitch.

#caroline graham hansen #imagine #woso imagine

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mayullla · 2 years

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Title: Pearls and Potions

[ - Cottage (Fem!reader) + Roses (Yandere) + Ayato (Genshin Impact) + Chocolate brownies (Mermaid/siren au) - ] - Anon's Ask

Additional Warnings/tags: Fantasy / fairytale au, force body transformation, a bit of pain, manipulation, drowning (falling from the boat)

[ - Fairytale Picnic Event - closed - ]

You weren't exactly a princess of the kingdom in fact far from it, instead, you served as a maid in the palace. One of the maids who tends to the princess, helping her with her dresses, accessories, and makeup. You attend to her every need, getting her food and following her orders. Yet a lot of the time you would also entertain her, as she goes about talking about her dream prince charming that would soon come for her and she would live her happily ever after.

You didn't mind her fantasies, always listening to them yet you knew they were too good to be true. Just like the fairytale books that you read about mermaids and fairies they were all false and nothing but an imaginative mind.

So you weren't sure how to react when the ragging tides pushed the wooden ship to the side tearing the whole thing down leaving nowhere for the people to go but the water. You thought you would die, you were sure of it when the water went to your lungs and it was hard to breathe, too painful as you tried to reach the water's surface.

As your eyesight began to dim you wondered if the princess was safe if she was okay that someone saved her. Funny it was now that you remembered a little story you read when you were small about how a mermaid saved her prince from drowning.

You hoped that the princess was saved by a mermaid if nothing else, even if the story was so sad in the end even as the mermaid turned to bubbles so long as the prince, the princess you watched over was happy you can't help but be a little selfish.

You can't believe your eyes when you opened them, seeing nothing but stone... you were inside a cave.

You were alive was all you thought when you felt the pain in your body as you cough clearing out more of the water inside you.

“You are finally awake.” It was a soft voice, a glad one that surprised you when you looked to see a man in the water staring at you smiling. He was neck-deep in the water, yet you could not help yourself but become flustered by his beauty when you saw him.

You continued to be surprised when you saw the tail right behind him, a light blue scaled tail that shimmered in the light that reflected into the waters from outside and if not even more flustered when he approached you, pulling himself out of the water on the edge of the rocks closing his face on yours.

You looked anywhere but him.

He was a smug man you realized later, as he asked if you were okay while placing a hand on yours. His movements were sophisticated and elegant, as he held your hand kissing your palm. You could feel your ear heat when you asked him if he was the one who save you and he hummed in your hand nodding at what you said.

You thank him many times, grateful that he had saved your life. The man you found out his name to be Ayato, only chuckled placing himself on top of your still-wet skirt as if using it as a pillow resting his hands on top of it and then his head. It gave you a view of his tail, that you could only gulp in nervousness. So many questions went through your mind. Were mermaids actually real, did the fairytales that you read in the past hold any truth to them? How does it all work?

You were soon brought back to reality when you noticed the sun going down, the sea that crashed your boat that you and the princess were on- wait the princess.

Everything was sudden when you suddenly moved, trying to stand up yet only to be dragged down to sit as the merman held your ankle and hand. There was a hint of possessiveness that you saw which was quickly replaced with curiosity and worry, “Where are you going?” He asked, you could hear it in his voice. He didn't want you to leave.

You told him about your home, how everyone was probably looking for you and other survivors, and how you were worried about the princess. The merman was understanding when he asked you if you really cared about this princess you told him “Of course!” Ayato let you go but not until you promised him that you will come back here soon.

You told him that you would return... if he was okay with it. You were flustered when you told him that you were interested in him, not in a weird way or anything it was just that this was the first time you have ever seen a mermaid in your whole life.

You mentally thought that you were really a flustered mess when you heard him laugh and chuckle at your words, pushing himself a little more to the dry ground towards you he lightly nuzzled himself on your neck, kissing your cheek before returning to the water with a smile on his face.

The concern the princess had towards you, made you finally realize that you were alive but it also made you wonder if you dreamed of seeing such a beautiful mythical creature.

Nevertheless, you came back to the cave that you woke up in, it took you a while to find time to go there yet today was kind of your off day as the princess has given you time for yourself when she saw you zoning out a little more often when you looked at the beach outside the castle window.

You didn't see other eyes watching, and you never heard when the sounds of small splashes till one hour later the creature that saved you appeared before you again, surprising you when by touching your feet that were cooling under the water.

“You are back, I was waiting for you.” his voice was like a melody in your ears, soft and delighted. You laughed, as you looked at him unable to say anything… everything was not a dream. You and that merman talked till the sun goes down, your curiosity towards his kind and why he kind never showed their face to humans.

He asked questions towards you, yet unlike you who asked about his kind, he asked questions that are more related to you. He didn't care for humans and their homes, but he would listen intently to everything you have to say. When you said goodbye, the two smiles on both your face you didn't see his hand hidden in the water crush a stone into debits as he let you go. You didn't see how cold his eyes were as if he never smiled in the first place when you left, as he commands the others who hid words that you did not hear.

The possessive that was barely contained, that wanted to drag you into the water and suffocate you just so that you would be forever in his arms.

It wasn't every time that you visit, you were too busy after all as a maid of royalty. But whenever you got the off time you would take a walk down to the beach to the cave. It almost felt like a dream really when you finally got the courage to ask if it was okay to touch his fins, which Ayato let you by placing his long tail on your lap. Your hesitant touch almost tickled him but he let you do as you please so long as he could play with your hair.

He let out a pleasing hum as you touch his fins, his tail then his arms then the grills on his neck. Soft and careful as if you were scared that you might hurt him, worried over him when he suddenly shivered and hugged you hiding his flushed face from you on the nape of your neck. "If you keep on doing that I might not be able to control myself anymore."

"Pardon" "Nothing dear."

It has been a while since you started talking to him and he was like a good friend to you so when you found out that you are going to another nation to help your princess meet her new finance you could not help but tell your friend where you were going.

He smiled at the news, but you could see the loneliness in his eyes as he hugged you telling you that he would be waiting. You told him that you would come back and that you would not leave him.

“Promise, you won't leave me?” Ayato asked, his smile a little brighter than a few moments ago when you nodded, you were about to say yes yet you hesitated when something sparked into his eye quickly hidden before you try to understand it.

A crazed obsession. Was it real or was it fake, something you thought you saw? You didn't understand. Yet when he asked again you had to answer “Y-yes…” You left forgetting everything… and maybe that was your first mistake.

When you returned only tell him that you found something. It wasn't love more so interest in someone while the same could be said by the other. A noble in the other kingdom noticed you as you watched over the princess who was talking to the prince of that kingdom.

You told Ayato about all the stories, you told him how you too were interested in the man who greeted you with a kiss on the back of the hand. You didn't see the anger in his eyes when his smile started to become more and more strained and fake. When he just snapped.

“So you broke your promise? My, I thought you were smarter than that.” Ehh, you looked at him confused when he pushed you to the dirt floor placing himself on top of you so that you would not be able to get up, "What are you doing?!?!" You screamed at him in surprise unable to get up or roll always with his weight on top of you, his tail curling around your legs tightly.

"How unfortunate that my patience has run down. You are quite cruel my dear when you say that you have fallen in love with someone else... clearly, you must be playing hard to get." "What?! What are you talking about!!"

"Becoming shy aren't we? Don't worry I will give you all my attention soon enough."

Ayato's smile scared you as he pulled out a vial from nowhere, the content inside it was a purplish goo that terrified you even more.

"Now your mouth. If you don't I will force it down one way or another." "There. Drink up, my dear."

Hot. It was hot. Your skin feels like it is burning not only from the outside but also from the inside. You tried to spit out that vile thing that was forced into your mouth, not before Ayato covered your mouth preventing you from doing so. It hurts.. it hurts so much as if your bones were twistings and your muscles almost ripping apart. Your skin feels like it is being torn to shreds all the while Ayato watches as his eyes dance in happiness.

Ayato thought of letting you play your life as a human a little more after he got that potion. He didnt want to be so rough with his dear yet you played with his heart like this? Telling him that you have fallen in love with another man?

Just a little more, just deal with the pain a little more and he will take you to his kingdom and show you another world far better than the surface all within his arms.

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dearjjunie · 11 months

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always (kang taehyun x gn!reader)

wc: 901

genre: angst, fluff, right person wrong time au

warnings: hint towards sex in the beginning (literally the tiniest hint), a lot of late night/early morning emotions put into this :,)

a/n: this is my first time in years writing a fic so i apologize in advance ! but i will be working hard to improve my writing in hopes to make you guys happy ! (even tho this may be angsty oops.) pls remember to like and reblog if you enjoy <3 mwah

he looks down at you laying against his chest, you look so peaceful he couldn’t even think about waking you up right now. moving your hair from covering your face as he kisses the top of your head “you deserve more than this” he whispers softly into the night as you shuffle and pull him closer, if he had it his way he would stay in this place forever. holding you close, saying sweet nothings knowing you won’t hear him or remember, but keeping hope that maybe his words will become a part of your dreams, that maybe it’ll be different next time. slipping away as quietly as he can to make sure you’re asleep, looking back one last time before he closes the door.

it always ended like this, with you waking up alone in a bed with memories of him still there. the slight dip and creases in the sheets that he left behind, the faint smell of his cologne still in the air, the tooth brush he left behind knowing that even after the cycle of push and pull continues, he’ll always be back.

it would start with a text, claiming it would be different, he changed, telling you he wanted you truly and only you. only to be left with nothing but the remains of his presence that he left behind, no matter how hard you try to stay away you come running back just as fast as he does. but you weren’t innocent at all, it was equal fault if not the universe itself for making soulmates meet at the wrong time.

maybe one day you can both get it right.

that’s the day you decided to make it work.

a few months later you’re laying in bed with your mind racing, endless thoughts of him, your future, anything and everything going around your head, things have been so good, the only thing you need is him. you groan as you fail to doze off again, not finding a comfortable sleeping position anywhere. ‘fuck it’ you say as you reach for your phone on the bedside table, praying to the universe this time will be different.

why is sleep so uncomfortable

delivered 4:38 am

taehyun

why are u awake . it’s 4 am

delivered 4:40 am

i could ask u the same lmao

delivered 4:41 am

taehyun?

delivered 4:42 am

do you wanna meet at our spot?

delivered 4:44 am

i cant stop thinking about you

delivered 4:44 am

taehyun

i’ll be there in a bit just wait for me at the tree

delivered 4:53 am

slipping on some comfy warm clothes and shoes, you start your way towards the tree that has become your designated meeting spot to get away from the world.

after a short walk you arrive, sitting on the ground with your back against the tree and pulling your knees closer to your body, you sigh and take in the view around you, checking your phone for the time that stares back at you. 5:12. less than half an hour before blue hour, the magical hour as everyone calls it. you wish with everything in you that was true, you needed something to work out right.

hearing footsteps and raising your head up, noticing the blue-haired male also in comfy clothes standing a few feet away from you, he walks over and grabs your hand to pull you up, with no words spoken you both start walking up the hill to your spot.

once you got to the top you sit on the hill with him following your actions, your eyes gazing over the city below. all those people with such different lives, everyone being different but always the same.

you feel his eyes on you, looking towards him as you tear up “i’m tired of this game, i want you. only you.” looking into those brown eyes full of stars as you admit what you’ve been holding in for so long.

he turns his body towards you and motions you to do the same, grabbing your face with both hands as he wipes your tears with his thumb. “it’s always been you, only you.” you let out a sob as you cling onto him, wondering how things got so complicated so quick, why it took so long for the emotions overwhelming you to break free.

he pets your hair as you pull away, looking deep into his eyes for any signs of hesitation, any sign that this was like the other times, only to find nothing but love and adoration. “i’m sorry i took so long, but i know what i want. you.” he whispers to you with sincerity.

you look over to the city again, seeing the blue hue over the scene in front of you, looking down at your phone as you get a notification, with him curiously doing the same as the time turns right in front of you. 5:53. you look back up at each other “i need us to be real this time” is all you’re able to get out before he’s softly pressing his lips against yours, this kiss is different from past ones, used to the rough lust-filled kisses. breaking away from the gentle kiss, you look into his eyes and smile for the first time that day “then let’s be real” he smiles and leans in for another kiss. today was the day you were both determined to stay.

#kang taehyun #taehyun #kang taehyun x reader #taehyun x reader #txt x reader #txt #txt fanfic #txt one shot #tomorrow x together #tomorrow x together fic #fluff #angst #taehyun angst #taehyun fluff #idk how to write lolll #🪷.txt #🪷.taehyun

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tobi-smp · 2 years

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something that needles me about how people frame the c!crimeboys ending isn’t necessarily Just the idea that tommy learned a lesson from it somehow, but the idea that he Specifically learned how to stop being clingy or learned how to let go.

because regardless of how the ending was executed or what you think of it as a whole, that’s Not the lesson that tommy actually needed to learn. and more than that, it’s an uncomfortable take in its own right Because of tommy’s history as a character.

the point of tommy’s insecurity is that he Wasn’t Always Like This. he was Clingy sure, but in the way that someone with Friends is. he Became an insecure person through repeated abuse and tragedy.

through pogtopia, through exile, through the green festival, through doomsday, through his imprisonment, through his death, through the fall out after, through the loss of ghostbur, through dream’s escape.

over and over and over again he’s Stripped of his access to people, to friends, to his home, to his things. and often times made to feel like it’s His fault, through intentional abuse, through other hurt people lashing out, and through his own mind digging into that conditioning.

and that’s had a Clear and Obvious affect on him. he has self esteem issues a mile high and is desperately afraid of being alone and of losing what he has Because It’s In Reaction To Being Made To Feel That Way. in the same way that people who face starvation experience Food Insecurity (which is Also relevant to tommy’s experiences with exile for that matter).

here’s the important thing: logically, tommy still views people as autonomous. even if his feelings Were irrational (and sometimes they are) he’s continuously made an effort to try to stop himself from hurting the people important to him.

when he wanted to reconnect with techno he sent him an invitation in the mail to come see Him, and he never went to prod him after techno chose to ignore it.

when he was jealous of ranboo post-revival he asked tubbo if ranboo made him Happy, and when tubbo said yes that’s all tommy needed to hear. he was Afraid of being forgotten and replaced, of being left behind, but his problem Wasn’t being unwilling to give people space or let his friends live lives independent from him.

the Complicated situation is, of course, with wilbur. because their relationship is a beautiful mess.

but again: tommy doesn’t overstep or choose to pull wilbur to him against his own wishes.

Wilbur expresses a need to keep tommy close and tommy listens. Wilbur gives him the okay to rely on him, tells him that they need to stick together. Family, Blood he calls it.

and the thing about that is that he very sincerely means it, but he’s also terrified by it. because opening himself up to tommy also means risking being rejected by him. and he can’t handle the idea of tommy looking at him and not liking what he sees.

so he ghosts him. keeps him at arms length while still wanting to keep him Near. refusing to let him in but not wanting to let Go either.

and tommy Wants to keep a hold of him, but he doesn’t Force wilbur to do anything either. for all that people call their relationship co-dependent tommy rarely ever saw him, with months of time in between visits at the end.

and at some point in all of this wilbur decided he wanted to leave. he started trying to “wrap up” his relationships with the people on the server because he was going and didn’t know if or when he was coming back, and all the while tommy was still waiting for him to come to him.

what tommy needed to learn Wasn’t how to let go, Wasn’t how to give the people he loves space, Wasn’t how to stop being clingy. what he needed to learn was how to feel Safe and Secure in his relationships, how to Exist without being afraid that the rug was going to suddenly be pulled out from under him. which he can’t do if that isn’t True.

wilbur isn’t a villain in this situation, there Isn’t a villain in this situation. they’re two hurt and traumatized people desperately trying to make sense of the life they’ve been given and how to live in it. but if I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a hundred times: this is not going to make tommy’s insecurity better, it’s going to make it worse.

because wilbur finally gave him a space where he felt like he could open up. he was the First person that tommy had ever been able to talk about exile in real terms to. and wilbur Cared, he cared So Much, and that’s more than tommy had ever had before.

and instead of returning the gesture he ghosted tommy for months until he left. and it was Chance that tommy caught him as he was leaving, tommy had to Pull the information out of him because wilbur originally Refused to say it.

if things had gone differently then tommy would’ve woken up one day and realized that wilbur was just gone for good. and it wouldn’t have been the day after, because wilbur had Already been ghosting him for months at a time.

people Should try to heal from anxiety and insecurity, but Sometimes anxiety and insecurity are rational reactions to someone’s circumstances. and the only way to reasonably Change it is to change those circumstances.

he doesn’t need to “learn” to just not be afraid anymore by having the thing he’s afraid of happening Happen Again, he needs Long Term Stability to Show him that things are okay.

#long post #tommyinnit #c!wilbur critical #not Really but well #just in case

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