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katelynnwrites · 3 months

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Sydney's Little Liebe | Sydney Lohmann x Child!Reader

warnings: not proof read but i promise you it's fluffy

word count: 900

summary: the very first time your favourite tante meets you, part of Sydney's Little Liebe

a/n: look at that! i've upgraded my game to making my own gifs 😂

You’re only a couple hours old when you meet your Tante Syd.

Of all your Tantes, she is the first to meet you.

In fact, other than Momma and all the medical staff, she is the very first person you meet.

Your Momma is absolutely exhausted after having you but she texts Sydney a photo of you nonetheless.

The midfielder has just finished a gym session when she sees the photo, as well as the caption, ‘Look who’s here….Do you want to meet her?’

You’re all red in the photo but you look to be sleeping peacefully. There’s a pink blanket swaddling you and your face is kinda squashed but Sydney is positively sure she’s never seen anything cuter.

She had known you were due to be born any moment but she didn't think that today would be the day.

With one hand already throwing her belongings back into her bag, she uses her other hand to reply to your Momma, telling her that she’s already on her way.

It’s not even twenty minutes later that your Tante's knocking on the door of Momma’s hospital room.

She had only stopped to pick up a bouquet of flowers and to rub her hands with a liberal amount of hand sanitizer, the bottle being conveniently located at the hospital elevator lobby.

Your Momma says to come in and Sydney pushes open the door.

‘Oh.’ She breathes as she sees you in your bassinet.

The blonde is not even aware that she’s crossing the room until she is right by your side.

You’re awake and less red now, more of a pink really and Sydney gently touches your hand.

She jumps when you close your hand around her finger, her heart beating fast.

‘Hi…’ She murmurs, completely and utterly taken by you.

Your Momma laughs, knowing that you have worked your charm on the midfielder and that she’s definitely going to spoil you silly.

Sydney takes you in for another long moment, looking at how tiny you are and how you already have the beginnings of fine hair growing on your head.

You look so serious, with your wide eyes and she can’t help but cry a little.

‘She’s entirely perfect. You’ve made the most perfect baby on Earth.’ She chokes out, to your Momma.

Walking over, she places a delicate kiss onto her fellow Bayern Munich player’s forehead and passes her the flowers.

‘She’ll have a lot of people looking out for her. Honestly, there is no way you’ll be able to keep our team away from her once they find out she's been born, especially Glo but I am here for you okay? I’m looking out for you. Anything you need, anytime you need it, just let me know. I will be there.’ Sydney promises.

‘Thank you Syd. That means more to me than you will ever know.’

Your Momma’s voice is soft and slightly tearful. She reaches for the midfielder’s hand and squeezes it before smiling, ‘Do you want to hold her?’

Sydney’s bottom lip trembles, ‘Really?’

‘Of course really.’ Your Momma tells her, slowly getting out of the hospital bed and picking you up.

The blonde remains motionless, staring at you with nothing short of awe.

Momma chuckles and quietly asks her to sit down.

So Sydney mechanically does but her hazel eyes never leave you.

‘I-I don’t know how to carry a baby. I’ve never held one before.’ The midfielder nervously stammers.

’You’ll do alright Syd, just make sure to support her head.’ Your Momma reassures her.

Then she transfers you into your Tante’s waiting arms.

Sydney releases a shaky breath. You are far lighter than she expects and she keeps her arms steady so as to not jostle you.

By cradling you to her chest, she gets an up close look of your little features.

‘She’s beautiful.’ The blonde murmurs.

‘You’re so precious.’ She whispers to you, brushing her finger across your cheek.

She makes sure to do as your Momma asked, supporting your head in the crook of her elbow.

You wiggle in her hold and scrunch your nose up, making her laugh.

‘I’m your Tante Syd and when you’re a bit bigger, I promise you that we’re going to have so much fun. I promise, Little Liebe.’

Your Momma giggles, ‘Little Liebe is cute and I know I’ve been referring to her as it for a while but don’t you want to know what her name really is?’

‘Oh so you finally decided on one?’ She teases.

Momma rolls her eyes, ‘Yes, yes I did and while I didn’t use any of your suggestions….’

Your Tante pouts, ‘Not even Sydney? What’s wrong with my name?’

‘No and that’s just it, it’s your name but…I did the next best thing. Her middle name is Tilly. Short for your middle name, Matilda.’

Sydney inhales sharply.

She’d tried so hard to keep her tears at bay earlier but now she’s completely unable to.

Your Momma takes a photo as the blonde emotionally presses a kiss onto your forehead.

‘I’m going to be the very best Tante in the world for you. I’m gonna buy you so many presents, I'm going to teach you how to play football with your Momma and get you all the ice creams you want when you're older. Just you wait Little Liebe because you and I? We're going to be best friends.’

German Translations:

tante - aunty

Little Liebe - Little Love

#sydney lohmann #sydney lohmann x reader #sydney lohmann imagine #woso #woso x reader #woso imagine #dfb frauen #gerwnt #fcb frauen #woso fanfics #katelynnwrites

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absolutebl · 3 months

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This Week in BL - It's 2024 & I'm talking about TayNew... really?

(They pretty much told us all to sit down and shut tf up, 'cause they got this. AND THEY DO.)

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Feb 2024 Wk 3

Ongoing Series - Thai

Cherry Magic (Sat YouTube grey) ep 9 of 12 - I broke. In my defense, it was Monday, I needed comfort, and TayNew were right tf there. Ya know what? They are great in this show. It's a great adaptation. I might like it more than the JBL live action. You know why? Really, honestly WHY...?

That was a PHENOMENAL KISS. Those boys did Thailand fucking proud. They did fandom a solid. Thank you OGs for reminding us how it's done. I was getting used to SloppyHot. And SloppyHot has its place, but that TayNew rooftop kiss was a top tear class act. It was tender and sweet and respectful and joyful. It was eye work and breath work and years of practice. How very far BL has come while still staying so much the same. TayNew - I salute you!

(Read all about distribution issues here.)

The Sign (Sat YT) ep 12fin - we waiting, I guess? Bah.

Cooking Crush (Sun YT) ep 11 of 12 - The recipe book thing was so damn cute and I love a claiming. YOU KNOW I LOVE A CLAIMING!

In fact, I love OffGun.

I love food based BL.

I adored seeing a reboot of "the infamous dragging".

But I don’t love anything else about this show. Sigh.

1000 Years Old ep 1 of 12 - Finally we get our gay vampire BL from Feel Good Bangkok. Stars Shane (My Engineer) and fresh face Opal, directed by Champ (2gether). It’s kind of odd but enjoyable. A group of teen UFO seekers find a vampire instead. Opal looks a bit like a mix between Newnu + Leo (VIXX) - so cute + edge. Also, nice to see Shane again on our screens after so long.

Finally, I like the subtle (and sometimes not subtle) presence of ghosts permeating this show. Do the friends know she's there? Do they know she's dead? Is the existence of paranormal accepted but not that of aliens? Or are the two combined? Is this lazy writing or just fun world building? Who cares! It's enjoyable.

For Him (Thurs iQIYI) ep 12fin - the nail painting bit was very cutie queers and I've not seen it done in BL before, so that was nice. For some reason captions never dropped for me on this last episode, but it didn’t really matter. Not much happened and I understood everything anyway.

Quick pitch?

From the people who brought us Unforgotten Night based on a y-novel, about a young man nursing a heartbreak who has a one-night stand, but the other boy didn't want it to end. This turned out to be a pulp that wasn’t half as good as it should have been and even less memorable, but not terrible. 5/10 DON'T BOTHER unless you're v bored

City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) ep 3 of 12 - Oh it is such a pulp: the acting is not good and the script is terrible. Of course, I’m mildly enjoying it. Very good dream kissing. There's something appealing about these main characters - I think it's the moot crushes. We rarely get to see that. These days everything feels very one sided, this... isn't.

A Secretly Love (Thai WeTV) - Khonprot, a third-year hazer of the engineering faculty, has a secret crush on Pluem, a tsundere fourth-year head hazer. Over the years, he's seen Pluem cycle through girlfriends. Recently, after a public breakup, however, Khonprot thinks maybe a boy has a chance.

I tried but I can't get into my WeTV account anymore and I'm way too lazy to figure it out. I'll catch it grey if I can, since I've rebooted the bootlegging side of my BL life for Cherry Magic anyway.

So this show may stay in this section, or I may bump it down to "it's airing but..."

If anyone is watching it, let me know if it's good?

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Love For Love's Sake (Korea Weds iQIYI) 7-8fin - Ugh it was GREAT, despite some pretty telling flaws. I ended up feeling like some of the filming was amateurish (very overworked low angles - director's first feature, I assume), and the narrative is a little disjoined and on the nose, AND the subs are clumsy (which I don't expect from KBL) BUT I still loved it. (FYI - I wouldn't be so harsh on a BL for this kinda thing except one from Korea.)

Quick pitch:

This isekai-based KBL is about a man who must win a game by convincing a reserved teen outcast to fall in love with him. Of course, that teen represents himself and his own unhappiness. Like many queer narratives, this show is actually about self worth, trust, and found family, and it is VERY on the nose. But I don’t expect subtlety from my BL and I enjoyed it's truly lovely redemption arc and earnest performances. While I found the narrative a touch disjointed with overworked filming angles and poorer than average captions, this is certainly much better than early KBL in terms of consistency of tone, script, and immersion. Highly rewatchable and charming, which counts for a lot. 9/10

Trigger warning for suicide depicted.

Perfect Propose (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 4 of 6 - Gosh, it’s so lovely. But I do just constantly want to give them both hugs.

AntiReset (Taiwan Fri Viki/Gaga) ep 4 of 10 - Oh look, Taiwan has created yet another BL where I spend most of the time watching it grinning like an idiot. Surprise surprise. The pet name thing was fucking adorable. Also Taiwan once more proving they come by their "kings of kissing" title honestly. I mean to say. In a week of good kisses this one was just... WOW.

On the other hand, some of the underpinning themes are starting to v worry me (ownership, consent, age), and we only just got started, and I don't trust this production company so... I have concerns.

But also... YAY KISSES!

(I'm made of weak moral fiber.)

Although I Love You and You AKA Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 6 of 10 - Like many other shows on this list. I just enjoy it the most when the two leads are on screen together. So this episode was kind of lacking because they were apart for most of it. I also am starting to agree with the tone of the plot, that maybe they ARE better off as friends not lovers. (And I'm sure I'm not supposed to want that.) Oh Japan, must you?

My Strawberry Film (Japan Gaga) ep 1 of 8 - Oh it’s good. In the arthouse lane so don’t expect sweetness & light or an HEA. If there’s no cartoon aspect to a JBL, there’s usually no joy. But it is certainly good. Teens uncover some old film and a mystery around a pretty girl. The background music is wildly annoying (and rarely in the background).

It's Done

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - will binge when I have any spare time. 2024 is crazy busy for me so far.

The Servant and the Young Master - from Vietnam, it's on YouTube. I will give it a try when I have a window of time.

Began Beginning (Myanmar YouTube) - A Burmese BL? @heretherebedork vouched for it, so I will give it a watch.

7 Days Before Valentine (Weds WeTV) - Gave me Luminous Solution vibes have decided not to watch.

It's Airing But...

Dead Friend Forever (Thai iQIYI) - rumors are it's interesting. I'm waiting to know how it ends.

Ossans Love Season 2 (Japan Gaga) - 5 years later, will anything have changed? This is Japan so… probubly not. I won't be watching this. I disliked Season one and actively hated the follow ups. No thank you.

Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 14 eps - Dear Playboyy, it's not you, it’s me… I hate you. You’re about as deep (and as palatable) as a shot glass of cum. While I'm sure you’re someone’s kink, you're my weakest link. Goodbye. I DNFed this at ep 5. Frankly I'm impressed with myself for getting that far.

Time the series (Tue Gaga/YT) 10 eps - dropped it at ep 4.

Next Week Looks Like This:

2/24 Unknown (Taiwan Youku) 12 eps - Older brother tough guy breadwinner looks after his sister and defacto adopted little brother. Little bother falls in love with him and is sent away after a stolen kiss. But when he comes back…

Sam Lin has a cameo so even if I wasn't already excited, I'm in. We should be on our guard though, Taiwan will occasionally go edgy, dark, and sad... this could go there.

One assumes GMMTV is filling in the BL time slot with something queer on their YT Channel after Cooking Crush ends, they gonna lose subs if they don't. But I've not been paying attention to the chatter so I don't know which of their line-up it will be. I think G4 are filming/off radar now, and Earth is in that het noona thing? Plus they gotta sort out the IP for MIx-Up and Ossen. So it won't be one of the announced adaptations. They'll hold My Golden Blood for the high season, so I think it'll be one of the lesser known lead-outs. Wandee or Only Boo maybe? But they only just started filming those. Are we getting our long awaited GL? Anything else left from 2023 that I forgot about?

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Two crawling kisses from Thailand this week. Now this is a fetish I didn't know I had. Turns out, we love this one! (*waves hand in air* I speak for all of us now.)

Cooking Crush

City of Stars

Possibly the best tsundere to cinnamon roll pivot we've had in a long time.

Also the best asshole to KING pivot. Could we have a whole drama staring this character now? Please?

And finally our sunshine learning to love himself.

SIGH. what a lovely show.

And a good SMILEY kiss from a KBL.

And then some cute cuddles? Korea is spoiling me these days. I'm catching expectations now. What's next? Japan learns to kiss in their light BLs? Ha! I kill me.

(All Love for Love's Sake).

(Last week)

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sednas · 2 years

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𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋

// get yourself some milky tea, grab a blanket and a stuffed animal, because it's about to get soft \\

⠀ૈ☆ ft. mikey, draken, baji, chifuyu, kazutora, mitsuya, hanma, ran, rindo, smiley, angry x gn!reader

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 asks you to play with his hair when he's tired. he secretly loves when you style his hair into a little bun or two cute pigtails. "how do I look? hot I hope." "you're the cutest gang leader I've ever seen." he cherishes these little moments.

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 can't be angry at you for too long. even when he has a good reason he can't help but smile when he hears you say you're sorry. if he decides to stay mad at you for a little while he will loose focus on everything he's doing and he will think about you during the whole day. you have him wrapped around your finger even if he will never admit it.

𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈 takes pictures of you when you're not looking. he does it when he finds you very cute on the moment, like when you're petting a cat, brushing your hair or simply doing something you like. these pictures are often terrible, blurred because he took it too fast but he still uses them as his phone wallpaper. he blushes really hard when you catch him taking the picture, and even more when you see his wallpaper of you.

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀 made a playlist of songs that remind him of you, it's basically some chill songs, with relaxing beat and soothing lyrics but sometimes more happy tunes, because you make him feel at peace with himself. but he's definitely too shy to send you the link.

𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀 asks politely for kisses. he always asks for your consent before kissing you. moving his head a little closer to yours, he lets his eyes trail slowly over your lips and finally raises them to your eyes. "can I kiss you precious?" "why do you always ask?" "I don't know, maybe one day you'll get bored of me." "I will never get bored of you takashi." he smiles and brushes his hand over your hair, bringing your face closer to finally put his lips on yours, pulling you into a heated kiss.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐘𝐔 sends you a photo of everything he's doing during his day. sometimes it's the picture of a cat, with the caption 'he's cute, like you', other time it's a terribly taken picture of baji chewing on noodles. you're his photo diary, you could easily do a photo novel with all the pictures he sent.

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 offers you gifts when you least expect it. three months ago he saw you looking at that thing with dreamy eyes. being an impatient little shit he took your arm to drag you along with him, saying that it's a waste of time and money. and here he is now, handing you that very special thing you saw three months ago. "you-you shouldn't have..." "take it already. or else I'll sell it." he's probably gonna ask for a kiss as a way of thanks.

𝐑𝐀𝐍 loves to give you compliments when you least expect it. you're reading a book, focused and silent, when you hear him say: "you look really cute with you brows all furrowed like that~" destabilizing is his favorite thing to do. "aw and look at you, don't be flustered, it'll only make me wanna tease you more ♡"

𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎 touches you when he's thinking deeply about something or when he's lost in his thoughts. his hands mindlessly wonder over you, sometimes he plays with your hair, twirling strands of hair between his fingers, or intertwined his fingers with yours as he reads something, completely focused. once he notices what he's doing with his hands he removes them and seems shocked of his own actions. "that's okay, you can keep playing with my hand." "I wasn't- umm fine..."

𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 kisses you whenever he passes by you. a quick peck on the forehead, a wet kiss that sounded so obscene on your neck, or instead of simply kissing your cheek to greet you he gently takes your hand in his to kiss your knuckles. a cute menace.

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘 pulls at your clothes when he's too shy to directly ask for your attention. it's very gentle tho, sometimes you barely notice it, he seems like a lost child waiting for you to pick him up, well, a child who is 5'7" tall.

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ofstarsandvibranium · 5 months

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I Live For You

Fandom: Ted Lasso

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!Reader

Summary: You and Jamie have a baby girl, Olivia, and she is the light of your lives. Every time she's feeling fussy or having trouble sleeping, Jamie sings her a song and it always works. Inspired by my imagine.

It's 2am when you hear Ollie's cries from the baby monitor. Jamie grunts as he sits up, "I got 'er," he mumbles, rolling out of bed in just his underwear. You immediately fall back asleep.

You're woken up again when you hear singing. You look at the baby monitor in confusion and see Jamie sitting in the rocking chair in the nursery, Olivia in his arms.

Please believe me, don't you see The things you mean to me? Oh, I love you, I love you I love, I love, I love Olivia

I live for you, I long for you, Olivia I've been idolizing the light in your eyes, Olivia I live for you, I long for you, Olivia Don't let me go Don't let me go

You sleepily smile to yourself. Olivia by One Direction was how you and Jamie decided to name your daughter.

Both of you grew up with the band's music, although Jamie would admit that to very few people. Nonetheless, you both loved to listen to their music together, dancing around your shared home, singing at the top of their lungs.

When Olivia came on during one of these times, Jamie said, "Ya know, I wouldn't mind callin' our future kid that."

"Really?" you looked at him in surprise.

He shrugged, "It's a cute name. Olivia Tartt. Ollie for short."

"Oh, she's taking your last name?" you asked with a smirk.

He smiled at you as he said, "Well, you're gonna be takin' me last name too, yeah?" he said as he decidedly pulled a ring out of his pocket and knelt onto the floor.

So yes, the song Olivia is a very important one in regards to your relationship with Jamie.

You continue to listen to Jamie softly sing Olivia to your daughter, his voice lulling you back to sleep.

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It seemed that that song never failed to put Olivia at ease. Hearing yours or Jamie's voice singing how much you love her ceased all her fussing and crying. Time and time again, you and Jamie found yourselves singing the song even more now, but in a more calmer, softer tone.

More often than not, it was Jamie singing the song to her. It happened so often and yet it never seized to make your heart swell with so much love for him and your daughter.

One night, you decide to secretly film Jamie and Ollie in the nursery. Jamie is in the rocking chair, feeding Ollie her bottle while he sings the song you're both all too familiar with now.

Say what you're feeling and say it now 'Cause I got the feeling you're walking out And time is irrelevant when I've not been seeing you The consequences are falling now There's something I'm having nightmares about And these are the reasons I'm crying out to be with you

Please believe me, don't you see The things you mean to me? Oh, I love you, I love you I love, I love, I love Olivia

He presses two kisses onto your daughter's head and continues to sing:

I live for you, I long for you, Olivia I've been idolizing the light in your eyes, Olivia I live for you, I long for you, Olivia Don't let me go Don't let me go

He nuzzles his face into her tiny neck and she gives a little giggle, which brings a smile to his face.

You stop recording and proceed to post the video on your socials with the caption: Ollie's lullaby sung by her dad.

Jamie has no idea you posted that until he put Olivia down for bed and checked his phone before joining you in bed too.

"Did you film that just now?"

You nod, "Yup. You two are so cute. I had to show off my loves," you peck his lips and he pouts, "What?" you ask with a giggle, swiping some of his walnut mist hair out of his face.

"Everyone's callin' me soft like."

You snort, "Lovey, you are soft and a wonderful dad. That's why I posted the video. To show people that side of you...ut if the video bothers you, I can delete it."

He shakes his head, "Nah. It's fine. It's gonna make me more likeable and shit with the fans, yeah?"

You snort, and shove at his shoulder, "There's that prickish behavior." You giggle and settle into his arms.

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One year. How did it go by so quickly? A year flown by since you've had your little Ollie. She's already so grown.

Sam insisted her first birthday be held at Ola's and there was no room for you to refuse.

Everyone there adored Ollie. Each Richmond team member coming in with big wrapped boxes of toys. Even before she was born, you knew that your children were going to be spoiled by their uncles.

Ollie had them all wrapped around her little fingers. But the one who was the most attached to her was Roy.

Jamie liked to joke that, by extension, that meant Roy was attached to Jamie. To which Roy responded, "As if I'm not around you enough."

But you knew that Roy was fond of Jamie. Like a big brother is with his younger siblings.

"Alright, babes," Keeley plucks Olivia out of Roy's arms, "There's a special performance that the boys put on for you." She carries your daughter where you and Jamie sit. The Greyhounds gather towards the area where they pushed all the chairs and tables back.

"We are gathered here today for Miss Olivia Tartt's first birthday," Sam announces.

"She's very special to us," Dani adds.

"So we decided to show her how special she is." Colin says.

Roy presses play on his phone and an all too familiar song booms from the bluetooth speakers and the Greyhounds sing:

Remember the day when we've given up When you told me I didn't give you enough And all of your friends were saying I'll be leaving you She's lying in bed with my t-shirt on Just thinking how I went about it wrong This isn't the stain of a red wine, I'm bleeding love

Please believe me, don't you see The things you mean to me? Oh, I love you, I love you I love, I love, I love Olivia

I live for you, I long for you, Olivia I've been idolizing the light in your eyes, Olivia I live for you, I long for you, Olivia Don't let me go Don't let me go

As the guys, (yes, including Roy), sing to Olivia she's moving in Keeley's arms, dancing and clapping her hands. She's smiling wide in amusement as some of the most important people in her life dedicate a performance to her.

During a music break, the guys move into a very adorable and well choreographed dance. You and Jamie are laughing in amazement.

Don't let me go Don't let me go Don't let me goooooo!

The song ends and everyone in the restaurant burst into applause.

You grab Ollie from Keeley and bring her to the boys, who all crowd around her, giving her hugs and kisses.

"Lads, that was incredible. Can't believe you even got grandad there to participate," Jamie nods to Roy.

"And that's the only time you'll be seeing me do that, you prick."

"Seriously, guys, it was great. Ollie loved it. Didn't you, baby?" you kissed your giggling daughter on the cheek.

"Love, should we do the cake now?" Jamie asks, coming up to your side, hand on your hip.

"Oh yes!" You hand Olivia to Jamie and rush to the kitchen to bring the cake out. It's Bluey themed to match the theme of the party.

Jamie holds Ollie in his lap as you set the cake in front of them, lighting the candles. In unison, everyone sings Happy Birthday to her. At the end, Jamie helps her blow the candles out and a cheers erupts, which has Ollie smiling.

It warms your heart to see her so loved by everyone there.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt imagine #f!reader #fem!reader #female!reader #ted lasso imagine

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mrs-monaghan · 9 months

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Thank you for calming some of my fears about this. This is stressing me out so much 😖

Do you have anything Jikook to share? It doesn't have to be about this, I just need some comfort right now.

This is really not something to bother you leave alone stress you? Antis annoy me yeah, but I never let them get to me. Ever. I refuse to let ANYONE affect my BTS experience. Leave alone my Jikook experience. I know what I know, have seen what I've seen, and it will take Jikook themselves to make me stop believing they're a couple. Not some rats on the Internet waiting to shit on Jikook any chance they get.

🙅🏽‍♀️

Of course there will always be Jikook moments to talk about. I'll throw some random shit at you. How's that? 😆😆

Random shit No.1 -> I made a post here about JK's type and Jimin's lips keep popping up on every sm recently so they've been on my mind. Which is y I remembered a tiny thing from Bon Voyage season 1 ep 1. Keeping in mind Jin and Jimin are the 2 members with full lips (and RM some but not as much as Jinmin) it would make perfect sense that they are the 2 JK would zoom in on when interviewing them

Thanks editors for the caption. 😜

Random shit No.2 -> Remember this post I made about Jikook living together, remember how I said it was weird Jimin was the only one who didn't have anywhere to live? Well recently this Karmy was talking about how hard it was for Jimin to leave his dorm life since he loves being around BTS sm

Then this Kjikooker chimmed in on how JK bought Jimin an apartment to make him feel better 🥺🥺🥺

So guess the theory is that JK is the one who bought Nine-one for them seeing as they were both living there. I mean if anyone should know its fans who live there, right?

When u really think about it, it all comes together because JK moving into Brunnen... a house owned by the company with furniture from the old dorm...proving just how temporary that place is...which again makes sense coz of the house he's building in Itaewon.....

While we are on topic, there is a moment missing on my living together post but we all know it very well.

If you pay close attention to Jimin you will notice him subtly lifting his eyebrow. Its so subtle that idek how people noticed. JK looks at Jimin while members are laughing at him and Jimin does that. 🤭 So yeah, that coupled up with the fact that they were all making fan of JK and his mattresses but Jimin who under normal circumstances would be part of the discussion was quiet as a church mouse. That was incredibly sus.

Random shit number 3-> is a tiny BV analysis coz we know how much i love those. Okay so JK climbs up a steep hill without cameras at the crack of dawn to get his baby some snow. We know all about that. So tkkrs the morons that they are, tried to claim this moment for themselves because JK showed the snow to V first and offered him to touch if he wanted to. But, aside from JK waiting for Jimin to come out, apart from him jumping up eagerly to show Jimin the snow, apart from him watching Jimin's face to see his reaction when he handed him said snow, and apart from editors saying point blank that JK got a gift for Jimin, we also have this;

Season 4 episode 3. Members play RPS and losers have to climb the hill and bring back snow.

Someone i dont remember who, says that the snow will melt

But JK who's a professional of bringing snow from mountains by now, chims in

He already knows its not gonna melt since he did it before. Now he says that and then looks at Jimin and keeps looking at him

Doesn't once break eye contact. This here makes it perfectly clear that he got the snow for Jimin and no one else. JK stares at his boyfriend for so long that Jimin has to look away/looks down 😂😂

And JK still looking at him 🤭🤭 This dude just makes me so happy to watch Jikookery stg 🤣🤣 what does he want from Jimin?

Random shit No.4 -> while we are talking about BV there is something that happens i had to take note of. Yoonmin are the ones who lost and had to go up the hill to get the snow. When the rest got back to the cabin, Jhope was making people this magic toast with his secret recipe. This shit was so funny y'all should be able to remember it. He was so proud of it 🤣🤣 Anyway, when Yoonmin got back, Jhope asked Jimin if he wanted his special toast.

But here comes the kicker. Jhope uses JK to convince Jimin to have the toast.

This, ladies and gentlemen are the reflexes i was talking about. It's not just Jikook keeping the secret that they are dating. It's the members too. And sometimes they will slip. Our president being the main culprit. 🤭🤭🤭 what does it matter that JK liked the toast? Suga and Jin had the toast too. Why is JK the member he uses to appeal to Jimin?

Random shit No.5 -> Is just this edit I like of Jimin having JK on a leash 😏😏

Random shit No.6 -> Is this photo of JK looking at Jimin.

That man is gone. His mind was elsewhere right then. Jeon Jungkook is a man in fucking love y'all. 😭😭😭😭

What's that? Different angle you say? Sure fam, I got you.

Random shit No.7 -> BH saying fuck you to the haters.

Random shit number 8 -> Jikook in Tokyo. The gift that keeps on giving. Here is a fan recounting

Here is that one time members were asked:

One more time from Jikook 🤗🤗

He he hee... and we have heard them call eo that many, many times.

Random shit No.9 -> NBD just sassy bfs in the soop

This is mostly for those who think Jimin is the only one who exudes this type of energy. 💅🏽💅🏽

Random shit No.10 -> This post wouldn't be complete without us going to the bedroom. 😏 Anygays, here is how Jikook look like when they're shouting in each other's briefcases

That is all... hope u feel better now... have a good one ✌🏽😘

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entitled-fangirl · 3 months

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Four days of hell.

Duncan Visla x Swedish!reader

Summary: Duncan curses Blut for involving his neighbor in the man's schemes.

Warnings: torture, blood, inappropriate comments, cursing, name-calling, shooting, idk just Duncan Visla things.

Author's note: I thought it was spelled Vizla, but the closed captions said Visla. Idk. Either way, I guess.

Masterlist

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Duncan was enraged.

Here he was, held up by chains like an animal, awaiting his fate at the hands of Mr. Blut.

And they had taken her in the process.

Y/N.

Mr. Blut walked through the doors, the light revealing little but the bright red of his suit. And behind him was Y/N.

She had a collar wrapped around her neck, the leash being held by the man.

Duncan was ready do make him regret the day he was born.

Mr. Blut handed the leash off to one of the guards who ties it to a nearby pole.

"You hurt me, Mr. Visla. And that cannot be repaid with a swift, impersonal death."

He slowly takes off his jacket as he speaks, replacing it with a transparent apron.

"When the English caught the traitor William Wallace, they dragged him naked through the street for six miles so that peasants could smear their warm, fresh piss and shit on him…"

Duncan didn't even bother paying attention to the man, his eyes resting solely on the girl, as if his gaze would be enough to unlock the chains on the two of them.

The old man remembers the day she came into his life. He has been out splitting logs when he heard a noise coming from around the house next door.

Y/N had fallen outside in the snow, and now sat in it, half embarrassed, half amused.

Although Duncan hadn't noticed the fall, he saw the girl immediately and found himself walking in her direction.

The girl, as it had turned out, had just moved from Sweden, and was trying her luck at a life in America.

Duncan thought her foolish for picking Montana of all places, but he would never say that to her.

In the fall, she had scratched her leg, and hadn't noticed the red seeping into the snow. So, Duncan helped the poor girl into the house.

And that was eight months ago.

He had grown too fond of the girl since then and he now was cursing himself for it.

"…because the traitor had hurt the king."

Duncan snapped away from his thoughts and back to the situation in front of him. He was dripping sweat as his eyes glared at the man.

"…I guess Wallace hurt England pretty bad," Mr. Blut leaned in towards Duncan, "YOU hurt ME pretty bad, Mr. Visla. I have four days before I have to kill you. Four days of HELL! And on your birthday….

…you die."

Y/N had sat against the pole she was tied to, her eyes focused on Duncan's face. She had never seen the older man like this: focused, angry, and unforgiving. It was a scary sight for her.

But beyond that, she focused on the man in the red suit's words. She was struggling learning all of the English words, and lots of them she had missed just then. But the ones she did catch were the most important ones.

Something about his birthday and hell and dying.

She continued to watch her neighbor closely. So much so, that she didn't notice the other man shift his gaze to her.

Mr. Blut gave a sick smile as he turned back to Duncan, "I'm going to have a little fun with your lady. And you're gonna watch."

She didn't quite understand what he meant, but she saw Duncan's eyes narrow just slightly.

He held a picture up to Duncan of the girl that was taken earlier, her body in a kneeling position and the man's hand gripped her jaw, his thumb in her mouth. She looked scared and confused in it, and Duncan was ready to murder.

Mr. Blut held up a knife, stabbing the picture into Duncan's chest.

Duncan let out a groan.

Y/N pushed herself forward slightly, her eyes wide in shock. A small shriek left her lips but she covered it with her mouth.

Mr. Blut moved to his instruments of torture, "So I've given it some thought, and I've decided that we're gonna start…" he held up a small snipping tool, "…with these. Music please."

The man proceeded to cut Duncan's skin to the sound of the bagpipes.

The sounds of Duncan's wails and cries becoming too much for the girl. She backed herself up against the pole, covering her ears and shutting her eyes tightly.

After what felt like hours, he finally stopped his torture. He pulled the knife from Duncan's body, taking the picture with him.

"The fun continues tomorrow, Mr. Visla."

He untied Y/N, dragging her out of the room with him.

The door closed, the lights shut off, and Duncan's chains were given slack, making the exhausted man fall to the ground in a slump.

…

The pattern continued for the next three days. The endless torturing, the pained cries, the blood, and the crying girl in the corner.

By the third day, Duncan was entirely disoriented, his eyes not moving as fast as he wanted them to. His body wasn't listening to his brain and he was dying of blood loss.

Mid-torture, Blut's knife broke in Duncan's torso. He cursed at the man, and held up the remaining part of the blade. "You broke my favorite knife."

But Duncan wasn't responding. He could barely keep his eyes open.

Blut got in his face, "I said, you've broken my favorite— hello?"

He cut at Duncan's cheek to try to get a reaction, but none came.

"I'm obviously not getting through to you, am I?"

And with that, he stabbed the broken blade into Duncan's eye.

Duncan screamed, the deep vibrato echoing in the room.

Y/N let out a shriek, her voice finally coming through. "Sluta! Sluta såra honom!"

Blut looked over his shoulder, taking the blade from Duncan's eye. He looks back, pulling Duncan's face up by his hair. "The fun continues tomorrow, Mr. Visla."

As he walked back towards the door, he stopped by the girl. He leaned close.

The girl was panting now, her voice now turning soft compared to the shriek she had given earlier, "p…please."

The man kicked at her legs in anger. "You'll learn to shut your fucking mouth, you little whore."

She retreated slightly, her eyes wide.

Blut turned back towards Duncan. "And for your birthday present, Mr. Visla… you get to keep your whore tonight."

And then he left.

…

The silence continued in the space for longer than she would have liked.

Duncan could barely keep his eyes open.

"D…Duncan?"

He let out a groan of recognition at the sound of her voice.

"What did… what were the words he said… about me? I tried to follow but I… it was too fast."

A light hum from the man and a strained, "…No."

She nodded, understanding to keep to herself.

"Sleep…"

She turned her head to Duncan. "W…what?"

"…sleep."

A nod, and she leaned back against the pillar, letting herself fall asleep.

…

The next day, Y/N awoke to the sound of gunshots. She jumped, her head swiveling to Duncan.

She watched as Duncan fought off the guards. She was unfamiliar with the sound of bones snapping until that day.

She hid as much as she could to avoid the bullets that flew across the room. Duncan stood straight when it was done, his mind now focused, and his body responsive like never before.

He took heavy steps to the girl who now was looking up at him with an unreadable expression.

When he neared her, he took the piece of broken blade in his hand, and stared at the collar, as if asking for permission to touch.

When she nodded, he stood in front of her now, her head tilted up from her place of the ground to look at the ex-assassin.

His fingers lightly ghosted over the scratch on his cheek, his eyes studying it closely.

She let him, unsure of what it was he was doing.

Finally when he deemed her alright physically, he knelt down face-to-face with her, his hand fidgeting with the collar's lock until it opened.

He threw it from her frame, his eyes now ghosting over the bruises that laid under the collar.

He took deep breaths.

"Did he touch you?"

She tilted her head slightly in confusion.

He sighed, "Did he… hurt you in other ways?"

She slowly shook her head.

He left out the biggest sigh of relief. "You're gonna follow me. And you're going to do everything I say without hesitation."

He grabbed her arm, pulling her up with him.

When he hurt more guards climbing the stairs, he pushed up under a table. "Stay there."

He then shot the light box, making the building lose power.

The guards came in slowly and on edge, their flashlights being their only source of light.

Duncan managed to take them out one by one.

When they had been cleared from the room and the outer room, he whistled lowly and the girl slowly emerged, following him down the stairs.

He checked around each corner carefully before leading her through. Once they entered the underground tunnel, he took the fire extinguisher off the wall. "Cover your ears and stay right there."

He threw the extinguisher around the corner and shot it, making the guards both with ringing ears and blind eyes.

After a lot of shooting, she heard his whistle again and moved to follow.

She stepped close to him then felt a hand wrap around her throat from behind, a gun now pointed at her temple.

"Don't move, Visla."

Duncan cursed under his breath and turned around slowly, his calculating eyes taking in the sight, "Give me the girl."

The guard pushed against the girl's already bruised windpipe. "I said don't move."

"Christ…"

The man was shot before Y/N even processed that Duncan had moved.

She felt his body crumple to the ground, his voice pleading.

Duncan stepped to them slowly, taking the man's shirt in his grip. He punched the man harshly.

And again.

And she let him.

After about six punches, Duncan fell to the ground in exhaustion.

She knelt down beside him with a gently hand on his upper back.

He finally stood up with her help, and they slowly walked out of their seemingly endless enclosure.

He pulled her to him, placing a gentle kiss at her temple.

Duncan held her close, and she let him. The blood seeping into her clothes didn't bother her at all.

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Part 2 would be cute :)))

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sillygraham · 5 months

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Peace ✷

pairing ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ john marston x gn ! reader

warnings ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ no dialogue , angst...sorry , hurt/(no) comfort , abigail and john r not a thing in this , not proof read

a/n ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ i think I've seen a fic like this before but...i dont really remember? still in my head j am givinf them credits if i actually did read something like this,,, might've been a caption on a joiver art i saw idk . anyway i rly need to stop making everything angsty,,,

I will help you swim / I'm gonna help you swim

You knew you weren't going to see him again. Watching him from where you sat at the campfire, the gang was falling apart and you were planning your way to leave. Such little people left and your heart hurts whenever you see the condition Arthur is in.

Always having to deal with hearing Dutch say they just need one more score — but you know it's over. This is it.

John walks over to you and sits down next to you. You give him a smile and he returns it. The two of you sit in silence as the remainder in the members do the same.

Hearing Micah and Dutch whisper about something you move to grab Johns hand. Now your fingers interlocked, you look at him and he's staring at you too.

You truly don't want to just abandon him but you can't stay and asking him to leave with you seems unreasonable to do. Thinking to yourself, you decide to maybe share one last tender moment with him before your leave.

You get up and tug his arm and he gets the message; standing up as well. Then you lead him as far as you can from the camp, to a lake. He stares at you; confused but you squeeze his hand and he understands.

Releasing his hand the two of you slip out of your clothes and only have your undergarments. Stepping into the water, you reach your hand out for him to grab and he does.

You ease him in and instruct him to keep calm and let himself float. Promising you won't let him sink.

You stare at him as you keep him a float. Simply admiring him as his long hair makes it look like he has a halo — like he's an angel from the heavens above. He looks so peaceful but you know he's fearing of suddenly drowning and the fact he put his trust in you to keep him living makes your heart skip a beat.

The only sound the two of you hear being the rustling of trees, water splashing, and your humming. Feeling your eyes well up with tears, you close your eyes, trying your best to savor this moment.

It's so peaceful...you wish to stay like this as you open your eyes again and notice he's opened his too. He takes note of your teary eyes and his face twists with concern. You give him a smile of reassurance but it didn't help.

Yet he didn't say anything, just appreciating the silence as well — he never thought water would be this calming for him. You lean down and place a kiss on his forehead and he smiles.

You hear him mutter an 'I love you'...

That's all you hear, before everything sounds silent now. You try to respond but all you can get out is a small noise.

He doesn't mind, he knows you love him as well and wouldn't leave him.

And you do love him...you treasure him and everything about him. Ever since you met him, sure he was a piece of work but that was why you loved him.

So it leaves him confused and hurt when he can't seem to find you at the camp the next morning. He was hoping to ask if the two of you could go to the lake again but he can't find you.

He notices a piece of paper in your tent and he picks it up to read.

He feels his world crumbling as he reads it.

My Dearest, John,

I'm sorry for leaving you. I love you, I truly do, I just couldn't bring myself to ask you to leave with me. I don't know where I am going, think I'm just gonna wonder until I find where I can stay. I know it seems like a bad idea, but it's all I could think to do. The gangs falling apart — Dutch as gone mad. Please get out of there as well. I hope you can forgive me if our paths decide to cross again and god I hope they do. I'll miss you dearly, John

Love, [Name].

He couldn't believe it. You left without telling him? He would've said yes if you'd asked him. Why didn't you ask him? Did anyone else know about this? Were you safe? He prayed you were safe. Please be safe.

The day couldn't get anymore worse then this. You left without a word and his heart is broken. He's not sure if he could handle more.

But more he had to handle. Everything is falling apart, he has to leave. And that he does when he gets left for dead by Dutch. When he's forced to pick a side and Arthur makes him leave, to get away from this life, to go find you. He keeps Arthurs words in mind, after getting to a safer area, he sets off to find you.

He will find you — somehow; he needs to.

a/n 2 ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ lolol sry this is short . i think idk...i was listening to twin sized mattress and needed to write this ! hope u enjoyed ur read see u next time ^3^ mwah mwah

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alltoowelltom · 1 year

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a missed chance

tom holland x single mom!reader

from this request here

note: this is a repost! i've been having so many issues with tumblr and posts not showing up so i decided it was best to just re-upload <3

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Almost three years ago Tom came to the conclusion that he'd missed his chance. The photo of two pink lines on a stick you'd sent to the group chat with no caption was an image that Tom saw whenever he closed his eyes. It haunted him in the middle of the night and clouded his mind when he sat in traffic. It summed up the situation, as he saw it - he'd waited too long and the opportunity for your will-they-won't-they friendship to ever grow into something more had slipped out of his grasp.

He settled into his role as Uncle Tom wonderfully. As the eldest of four he'd always been great with kids and he loved your young son as if he were Tom's own, but the tension in your friendship never quite fizzled out.

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Your phone rang as you sat on a park bench, watching Alfie play in the sandbox just a few meters away.

"Hello?"

"Love, you've got to start checking the caller ID before you answer." Tom chastised lightly on the other end of the line.

"Tom!" you squeal, drumming your feet on the concrete ground. "Does this mean you've landed?!"

"I'm touching solid ground," he confirms. "Back in the land of hope and glory."

"Good," you grin. "I've missed you."

"Yeah?" you don't miss the hope in Tom's voice and if you could see him, you'd notice the crinkles by his eyes that only appeared when he received really good news.

"Does that mean I can come over this evening?" he wonders aloud.

"I wouldn't complain," you shrug. "It's your first night back though, you don't want to see your family or anything?"

"How many times do we have to have this conversation?" Tom shakes his head. "You and Alfie are family."

As if being summoned, Alfie begins to whine from the sandbox, seemingly done with the plastic shovel in his hand as he holds his arms in the air, wanting to be picking up by you.

"Alright, I've got to go but I'll see you tonight," you say. "Talk soon."

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"How's my little man?" Tom asks, scooping Alfie up as he runs towards where Tom stands by the front door. He swings Alfie through the air, spinning around before bringing the giggling toddler to rest on his hip.

"He's grown!" Tom remarks. "You're almost too big for me to do that." He tells Alfie, poking him playfully in the tummy.

Tom feels stupid for not realizing how much bigger Alfie's gotten in the last four months since Tom's been away filming. Your FaceTime calls usually took place while Tom was in hair and makeup, right before you went to bed back in London and by that time Alfie was more often than not fast asleep already, so Tom hadn't seen much of the little guy. He wanted to kick himself for once again kidding himself into believing that you and Alfie existed in some sort of time-warp, lives permanently still until Tom came home to London. Of course you guys had your own little life together. You didn't need him, right?

"Yeah, he's getting older by the day," you laugh, wiping your flour-covered hands on your jeans as you step into the hallway. Tom wraps you into a side hug with his free arm, making sure not to squash Alfie between you two, who's fiddling with a loose thread on Tom's sweater.

"Alfie's just had dinner, do you want any?" you call over your shoulder as Tom follows you into the kitchen.

"Hmm, what's on the menu, chef?" He chuckles, placing Alfie down on the carpet and ruffling the boy's hair.

"It's the extremely gourmet and elegant meal of boxed Mac and cheese." You answer.

"Ooh, yes please!" Tom calls as he wanders into the living room.

He's always felt so comforted in your flat. It’s always felt a mile away from the stresses and worries of Tom's life as an actor, and more importantly it's always felt like you. Despite the baby bouncer hanging in the doorway, the discarded toy stuffed behind the TV and a few picture books strewn across the sofa it retains the features that made it yours like the vinyls on display above the record player Tom bought for your birthday one year and the mini chalkboard with a half rubbed out score from a game of beer pong from before everything changed. There was now a hastily scribbled reminder to 'buy teething rings' over the top.

"Sorry about the mess," you say, gently kicking a few brightly colored building blocks out the way. Tom helps by stacking the picture books from the couch into a little pile on the coffee table. "I was going to have a tidy up when Alfie and I came home from the park, but you know how it is."

He doesn't know how it is, not really. As close as you are, he's always slightly on the outside when it comes to you and Alfie, reduced to an uncle just the same as Uncle Haz or Uncle Tuwaine. But he wants to be more than that. He wants to be your partner in this, someone to lend a hand when the house gets messy or a shoulder to cry on when things get tough. For being a web-slinging superhero during the day, he wishes he was brave enough to tell you how he felt.

"Don't even worry about it." He says instead, smiling in thanks when you pass him a serving of mac and cheese in a colorful plastic bowl and a plastic spoon.

"I ran out of real cutlery." You laugh as he looks at it quizzically, one eyebrow raised. "You know, no one tells you how much living with a toddler changes you," you say. "I haven't used adult cutlery in about a week, and just the other day I found myself eating a sucky yogurt for dinner while watching Cocomelon. Alfie wasn't even in the room."

Tom laughs as he spoons the golden pasta into his mouth.

"It sounds to me like you're desperately in need of some adult interactions." He hears how it sounds as soon as he says it and hopes you don't think he's being creepy.

"Oh God, don't even get me started, " you say. "I haven't gotten any sort of adult interactions in like, a year. No wait…two years and nine months."

"Two years and nine months?!" Tom gasps, glancing at Alfie out of the corner of his eye who sits on the carpet playing with a toy train track Tom had given him last Christmas.

"Welcome to motherhood." You grimace.

Tom puts his empty bowl on the coffee table, trying to figure out how to word his next question.

"Do you ever get…lonely?" He asks delicately. "I don't mean physically, I mean actually."

You shrug, pulling a blanket over your lap.

"I mean, yeah. It's just that between work and Alfie, I don't have time to go out and meet people, you know?"

Tom nods thoughtfully, letting you continue as he gently tugs the edge of your blanket, pulling it over his legs too.

"And if I do meet someone, it's hard because sometimes if I tell them about Alfie it's a deal breaker, or if they're okay with it I'm still not comfortable bringing people in and out of his life. If someone's in his life I want them to be in for good, right?"

"Yeah, I get what you mean," Tom sympathizes, placing a hand on your leg.

"I wouldn't change having him for the world," you say quickly. "I just sometimes wish I had someone to talk to who doesn't speak only in Bob the Builder references."

"I'm always here to talk to, lovie." Tom reassures you. "Can we fix this? Yes we can!" He giggles and you laugh too, pushing his shoulder with yours.

"I'm really glad you're home, Tommy." you say quietly, putting your hand over his where it still rests gently on your leg and rubbing small circles into his skin.

"It's good to be back." He agrees. His eyes meet yours and you both lean in ever so slightly. He picks his hand up off your leg and slowly brings it up, only to be interrupted by a shriek from Alfie as one of his trains crashes off the track. You both jump away, Tom's hand hovering in mid-air as the only proof of the moment that might have happened, frozen on its collision course to your cheek.

You avert eye contact, standing up and reaching for Alfie.

"I'm sorry-" Tom starts but you shake your head, eyes shining.

"No don't worry, it's okay." You say. "Uhm, do you want to help with bathtime?"

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"Hello?" Tom calls down the hallway, kicking the front door shut behind him. There's no answer but he hears chatter and laughter from in the distance. He deposits the cake on the kitchen counter, breathing a sigh of relief upon discovering he'd gotten it from the bakery to your house in one piece.

He steps out of the French doors, immediately grinning as he takes in the scene before him. In the back garden Alfie's second birthday party is in full swing. A handful of toddlers play on the mini slide set you'd set up, their parents hovering nearby and chatting. He assumes these must be some of Alfie's friends from daycare. He spots Alfie almost immediately, running (or waddling) around with the top half of his face painted to look like a Spider-Man mask, clearly having the time of his life.

"Tom!" you spot him standing on the deck, excusing yourself from a conversation with a few parents and heading over to him.

"I'm so glad you made it," you say, giving him a quick hug. He lingers for a second, basking in the feeling of being able to hold you close. He lets you go with only a slightly wistful smile.

"Did you get the cake?" you ask hopefully.

"Of course," he says, rolling his eyes but taking you by the arm and leading you into the shade of the kitchen. "It's in here."

He opens the cake box, grinning as you gasp happily.

"It's perfect! Thank you so much for picking it up." you say, giving him a quick one sided hug and he gulps.

"You look pretty." he murmurs before he can stop himself, taking in the glittery dress you'd chosen for the occasion.

"What was that?" you blink, turning your head away from where you were putting two blue candles in the frosting and making eye contact with Tom.

"Uh, I said I love this city." Tom tries to save it, suddenly losing confidence as usual. "Glad to be back, y'know?"

"Okay?" you nod. "'s good to hear."

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Tom hangs back as Alfie blows out his candles with a little help from you, allowing himself to hide in the small crowd of toddlers and parents. He'd been so confident driving up to your house with Alfie's cake safely in the passenger seat, even going as far as blasting Enchanted by Taylor Swift with the windows down to prove to himself that today was the day. He had to admit how he felt for so many years or it would truly eat him alive. But now here he was, leaning against the wall at a two-year-old's birthday party and feeling like the biggest wimp in the known universe. He silently excused himself to the bathroom, locking the door and knocking his head on the mirror. Come on, Tom!

"Hey," Tom said, tapping you on the shoulder.

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"Oh shit," you say, whipping around and dropping the pile of paper plates you'd been collecting up. "You scared me, Tom! I thought everyone had left already."

"Sorry," Tom laughed gently. "No I was just in the bathroom. Want some help cleaning up?"

"You were in the bathroom for an hour?" you ask worriedly. "Jesus, is everything okay?"

"Oh, everything's brilliant." He smiles at you. "I was just thinking."

"I didn't know you knew how to do that." you grin at him. He breathes out, glad some of your familiar banter had returned.

"I have to tell you something." he says before he can think too much about it.

You nod, smiling gently for him to continue as you clean up.

"Can you…can you stop doing that for a minute?" he asks shyly, taking the stack of paper plates from you and putting them down. "This'll only take a minute and then I'll be gone, promise."

He hesitates before taking both your hands in his. You lean into his touch, trying to ignore the electricity that radiates from where your hands meet.

"Do you remember that night at the pub a few years ago?" he asks slowly. "It was the night they were doing the trivia night on pop culture and you won our team all those points for knowing the One Direction questions."

"Yeah," you laugh. "Once again the 1D obsession saved all of our asses."

"And then later that night," Tom continues, his voice wavering. "You uh- you found out about Alfie and you sent that picture of the test to the group chat."

You nod, remembering that night all too well.

"I was outside your house that night." he blurts out. Well, I've done it now, he thinks.

"What the fuck, Tom." you laugh. "You got all serious just to tell me you were stalking me almost three years ago?"

Tom groans.

"Will you let me finish, love?" he asks. "You left before any of us. And the boys all hyped me up, and then I left too. I came to your house because I had to tell you how I felt. And then before I could even knock, you sent that photo to the groupchat. And then how could I possibly add more to the situation and tell you that I've been in love with you since we met?"

Your eyes widen after his confession and you slowly take your hand out of his. Tom swears he's never heard a silence quite this loud before, and he takes it as a bad sign.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he babbles. "I just had to tell you because I couldn't keep lying to you and pretending that everything I see or think about doesn't remind me of you."

"No, Tom." you stop him, gently placing one finger over his lips to shush him. "It's just that I don't really know how to respond to that. I mean, you want me? You actually want me?"

"Darling, you could punch me in the eye and I'd still want you." Tom tries to ease the situation and you giggle. You wrap your arms around him gently, breathing in his scent.

"Is this okay?" you ask hesitantly.

"It's more than okay." Tom confirms, copying your actions. He nuzzles his head into your hair, inhaling the sweet smell of your conditioner that he's only ever been able to admire from afar before now.

You nudge him ever so slightly away from you and tip your head up a tiny amount so you're looking at him. He's been so brave, being the first one to make a move so you feel it's only fair that it's your turn to break the ice. Chest flush against his you close the gap between your mouths, meeting his lips in a soft kiss.

Tom all but melts into the kiss, holding you firmly. There's no way he was letting the chance slip away again, now that he was right where he wanted to be.

⭑･ﾟﾟ･:༅｡.｡༅:ﾟ:*:✼✿

tysm for reading! reblogs are always appreciated and really help a writer out <3

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x single mom!reader #dad!tom #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst

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r0-boat · 6 months

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Random Emmet hcs

Just a collection of random thoughts I had about him every once when I had various thoughts about him. Or things I've changed my mind about when I made posts like this similar in the past. Anyways enjoy! ( I miss writing Submas :( )

Sfw below cut for length

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He's very competitive when it comes to anything with competition although he's very good at Pokemon battles, because to him winning a battle not only means better in skill and raising your Pokemon but also a bigger Bond with trainer and companion he is actually happy when he loses because it still means he has a lot to learn and grow which he is always happy to know more, and he gets to see a happy trainer and happy Pokemon celebrate their victory is there a greater reward than that? But for some reason video games he becomes a sore loser no yelling no Tantrums just silent anger stowing in his Petty thoughts he'll never act out.

He was lying on his living room floor with a blanket topped over him in a T-shirt and sweatpants when he was sick because, for some reason, the floor felt better than his own bed.

Hangs up memes around the office or sends his friends semi cursed images / memes for no reason with little too no explanation. And has a whole folder in his phone just for joltik/other bug pokemon image memes, just in case he needs to react to anything he can't put into words.

I still think he likes to play scary games but his favorite ones are the ones he gets to play with his friends and laugh at their deaths. Skyla and Emmet give each other Petty nicknames and fight with each other on the regular especially over text online and in games. They fight like siblings which is funny because image is actually really close with his brother and doesn't understand why a lot of people aren't packed with their siblings. Sometimes, your sibling's actions can get on your nerves, but their family are sometimes the only ones who can understand you.

He takes self degradation even if they're jokes very seriously.

If Emmet could he would be a full-time joltik breeder I mean don't get me wrong he probably has dozens of them but I mean those breeders that have cool morphs of like certain lizards, snake and insects. Because I refuse to believe in the world of Pokémon that they are no Pokemon that are the same species but with different patterns/ fur or scale color/ breeds etc. He tried to do it himself, but he was stopped by a certain someone

Emmet cannot have TikTok downloaded as much as he loves the app; he will spend hours and hours on it and flood his poor brother and Friends with 99+ notifications. One of the depot agent managers runs the official TikTok account, and before they post anything, both brothers have to check for inappropriate content.

Emmet is either very photogenic or takes very cursed blurry photos there is no between. They'll either be a photo that looks almost professionally done with perfect lighting with his loose tie and shirt half buttoned while another one will have the lighting making it look like his eyes are glowing while the entire photo is dark with his hand coming down on the camera with a caption that says "POV: you're a bug Pokemon"

Still trying to win Nimbasa's hottest Bachelor after his brother who had one the last 3 years in a row😔

Genshin player/bias

#submas #pokemon emmet #Emmet x reader #writing submass as if the community isn't going to 'Welcome Home cheater' me XD #subway master emmet #subway master kudari #Kudari x reader #subway boss emmet

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jjaylove27 · 8 months

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True Love

This story is about Killian Jones. Him and Emma are together but he has a past with a girl from the Enchanted Forest that he long forgot about.

Y/N POV

I grew up in the Enchanted Forest when the curse was cast I was left in the forest. But I got separated from my husband I don't know if he went where everyone else did but I'm determined to find him again.

It was like any other day in the forest I was at a tavern drinking rum before I had to get back to the ship. Yes, I'm a pirate the sea is my second love. That is when I seen him walk in. It can't be true. I must be seeing things. I've been looking for him for so long and here he is in front of me.

HOOK POV

"Luv you must be crazy! You can't just walk into a tavern wearing the clothes from the other world. People will think you are crazy."

"Hook I'm going to look crazy regardless! I'm looking for the pirate who is Jack Sparrows daughter and ask her for her blood so we can get home."

Then she just walks in though the doors. I just grit my teeth and follow her. No matter how much I love her she just loves putting her self in danger.

As I walk in I see a girl at the bar with y/h/c and y/e/c. She looks like she's seen a ghost. She looks very familiar to me but I just can't put my hook on why.

"Excuse me we are looking for Jack Sparrows daughter. We need her help with something."

Then I see her stand up and walk towards us. "It's Caption Jack Sparrow. I'm his daughter how can I help you?"

That voice it sounds so familiar almost like I know her. Made it's Because I was on her dads ship when I was young lad. She just keeps looking at me.

"Hi my lady, My name is Hook we-"

"Yes, Killian I know your name. Do you not remember me?"

"I'm sorry lass. I assume I know you from your fathers ship."

Y/N POV

H-he doesn't remember me. My own husband the man I grew up with doesn't know me. I've have been searching for him and I finally have him in front of me and he just looks though me.

"What do you need my help with?"

"Emma here needs your blood to take us back home to Story Brook."

Emma that's her name. The women he showed up with. The women he is staring at so fondly. I found him and I already lost him.

EMMA POV

I've seen her in Henry's book. A lot of the pages was ripped out about her. Almost like someone didn't want anyone knowing about her.

"All we need is a drop of your blood to open the portal."

She finally looked at me and all I seen was sadness in her eye's.

"I'll help you. Just give me something to put my blood in."

"Well we need you to come with us."

She nodded her head and threw out her hand for us to start walking.

"So luv tell me about the time I was on the Black Pearl my memories are foggy."

I watched a light come into her eye's. Like she just got asked to see the Queen of England.

"Well you and my dad use to get into a lot of trouble. He taught you how to sail and what loving the ocean was about. But to never trust anyone but your right hand man Mr. Smee."

"Sounds like I owe your father a thank you."

We finally reached where we was going. All we needed was her blood.

Y/N POV

"Do you think I can come with you?"

They both look at me and then look at each other before nodding. I pricked my finger and the portal opened. We closed our eyes and jumped in. When I opened them up I see that I'm standing on a road.

"Well I have things to do. Hook do you mind showing her around?"

"Sure I don't mind love." Then he leaned in and kissed her. That hurt but he is with her. I just hope he remembers me. He turned around to me and flashed me his famous smile. It made me melt inside. He offered me his arm.

"So I never actually got your name Miss. Sparrow."

"It's Y/n."

He showed me Granny's Dinner and helped me get a room. He intruded me to several people.

"So luv why did you want to come with us?"

"Well I'm looking for someone and I was hoping I would find some leads here."

"Well there is a whole book of our story's that someone wrote. Maybe we can look and see if your story is in it?"

"What do you mean-"

"Well if it isn't Hook and Sparrow. Mrs. Sparrow I wondered what happened to you."

"Leave her alone Gold." Then he grabbed my arm and kept walking.

"Who was that Kill?"

"Huh? Oh that was Rumpelstiltskin he goes by Gold here."

I just nodded my head. So he remembers me I'll have to talk to him. He must know something. We walked around for a little longer before he took me back to Granny's.

"Well that ends our tour my lady. Maybe tomorrow I can take you to my friend and we can look at the book."

"Sounds like a plan. Noon?"

"Sounds like a plan."

He walked away. As I watched him I seen Emma come around the corner they talked for a minute before walking away. I walked into Granny's and sat down. Ruby walked up to me.

"You hungry or thirst?"

"No, I think I'm gonna go lay down."

I got up and went into my room. I took off my boots and pulled my necklace out from under my shirt and looked at Killian's wedding ring. Tomorrow I'm gonna talk to Gold. Then I laid down and went to sleep.

I know this doesn't follow OUAT story line. I hope you like it! Thank you for reading.

#killian jones #captain hook #once upon a time #emma swan #gold #rumplestiltskin #emma x killian #killian jones x reader #killian jones imagine

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ensign-cadet · 2 years

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Ok I've been trying to figure out how to word this, but I cannot get over the fact that when Spock says "Let me help"-- an episode after Jim claims that that phrase is "recommend[ed]... even over 'I love you'"-- Jim tells Spock he needs him.

[ID: A gif from Star Trek: The Original Series where Spock is lying on a checkered red-and-gold pillow, wearing sick patient garb. He is facing up (towards the camera) seeming to stare at the ceiling; his eyes appear especially reflective. In the gif, he is captioned saying "Let me help." End ID]

When this scene happens, before the grand solution, everyone kinda thought Spock was going to die. We know he won't (because TOS plot armor), but at this point Spock is infected with the very thing that killed Jim's brother and sister-in-law. And yet, he's extending his metaphorical hand to Jim. Unambiguously, too, because he is declaring himself for help, as opposed to asking it in a manner where his question could be denied (like "can I help you?" or "do you need my help?"). I can understand why Jim thinks it may be superior to "I love you", since its usage is choosing to care for/love the person wholly, even with and including whatever they may be going through.

Which makes Jim's reply of "I need you, Spock," especially interesting.

[ID: A gif from the same scene as above, but this time showing Captain Kirk (left) and Dr. McCoy (right). They are standing in a green-tinted room with a screen/monitor behind them. Bones' arms are crossed, and Jim's are at his side. In the gif, Kirk words are captioned as, "I need you, Spock." End ID]

The scene itself seems to imply that this is all under the guise of professionalism and moves on, but Jim never clarifies that here. There's no follow-up about needing Spock as a First Officer, or even as a friend. It is just, for lack of better words, needing him. We know this is true from the following episodes and movies-- where Jim repeatedly sacrifices himself and his career for Spock-- but this is a rare instance where he actually says the quiet part out loud. And this context makes a later scene in this episode, where Bones talks to Jim about his "affection for Spock," seem more like a confrontation, since he was in the room when those words were exchanged.

[ID: A gif from Star Trek: The Original Series, where Captain Kirk and Dr. McCoy are in a lab. They are in a room with white walls and green carpet, standing by what looks like a small computer monitor. Dr. McCoy is facing Jim as he states, "I understand your concern... your affection for Spock...". Jim seems to be looking at the ground distantly, while Nurse Chapel turns in to listen in the background. End ID]

I don't think people consider Operation: Annihilate a particularly slashy episode, but this has been driving me insane.

#I've seen posts about Spock saying 'let me help'#and others about Jim telling Spock he needs him #but nobody told me it's from the same interaction #spirk #the premise #K/S #tracking tag #rambling #star trek tos #my gifs

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madhatterbri · 9 months

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Surprise | Hook

Summary: Hook visits Gabriella at her hotel after her attack.

This is Part 2 of Attention.

@99hook School starts on Thursday so I've been getting everything ready. Hope to catch up on your blog soon. ❤️

"I'm fine," Gabriella groaned on her bed. Her best friend, Skye, hadn't left her side since Anna hit her with the FTW Championship belt. The doctor said she could have a concussion. Skye heard concussion and never left her side. The girls drove in Skye's car to Gabriella's apartment.

Skye sat cross legged on her bed. She rolled her eyes and continued to flip through the channels. The same channels that she flipped through at least ten times now. If only Anna had hit her a little harder....

"The doctor said you may have a concussion. You sleep, you die," she scoffed and tapped her wrist. "Not on my watch,"

"May being the keyword. I promise you can sleep in the room next door just please let me be," Gabriella offered.

Skye stopped flipping through the channels and stared long and hard at her friend. Concern was apparent in her eyes.

"Fine," she scoffed before leaving. "See you every fifteen minutes,"

Gabriella snuggled in the pillows more. The faint smell of Hook lingered on the fabric. She absent-mindedly scrolled through TikTok. She stopped when she saw a video of her, Hook, and Jack when they were friends. The caption of the video expressed how much they missed the relationship.

She closed TikTok and opened her messages. The message Hook sent gave her hope. She missed so many things about him. The feel of his body next to hers. The way his hands wrapped around her waist to pull her in close while he was sleeping.

"He got my fucking attention. See you soon," she read to herself.

Hook was a mystery. Soon could be anytime with him. It could be five minutes or two weeks. There was no point in asking when he would get there.

She reached to the side of the bed. The cold sheets a bitter reminder that she was alone. Gabriella groaned in frustration. The worst part of being in a relationship was the longing.

A knock on the door pushed her from her thoughts. She rolled out of bed. Skye couldn't possibly be checking on her already. It was barely five minutes. Maybe she scrolled on TikTok a little longer than she thought.

"Skye, was that really fifteen minutes?" Gabriella shouted and opened the door. Her mouth dropped open at her visitor. Before her stood the cold-hearted handsome devil himself. "Hook,"

"Don't act so surprised," he teased with a smile. He stepped inside her room with a bouquet of roses. "I told you I would see you soon,"

#fanfiction #imagine #hook #hook aew

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thebangtancloud · 2 years

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hey!! can i request a bts reaction of a video of them with their s/o going viral but the fans don’t know it’s them? like they are dancing in the rain or being cute at a mall and someone records them from afar and posts it😭😭😭😭 id love to see how they’d feel about it please

A video of you two goes viral ~ BTS Reactions

A/n: Dearest anon, I'd like to thank you SO MUCH for this request because it made me brainstorm those stressed fleshy lobes inside my skull and I ENJOYED WRITING THIS SO MUCH!! I really really hope everyone reading this would enjoy it as much as I did :)

Kim Namjoon:

"I'm actually blushing," Namjoon let out an embarrassed chuckle, replaying the video for the sixth time and subconsciously pulling your hand closer to his chest.

"It's a wonder people don't know it's us," you giggled, "we look cute."

"We do," he gushed, tapping the replay button to play it again. In the video, Namjoon was leaning against a wall, and a moment later, you skipped your way over to him, pulled his mask down just enough so that it was below his mouth, and then leaped up to kiss him on his lips.

Namjoon could still feel the blush that had crept up his neck when you kissed him, and he began to laugh when he saw himself being all nervous and looking away when you put his mask back on.

"It's embarrassing to see myself in this, I've never seen a video of us before."

"You look like a giant in the video," you pointed out with a squeal, gently squeezing his muscles.

"And you look small," he smirked, turning to you and kissing your cheek. "Really small."

"If the video was taken even a little closer, I'm sure people would've known that it's us."

"I know right," you acknowledged, double-tapping the post and saving it.

"It seems like the person who recorded it was trying to get the cafe behind us, but got us instead."

"But people are going crazy over it," he observed, opening up the comments section.

"Couple goals, oh my gawd they're so cute! He's so tall- damn right he is," you huffed, squeezing his cheeks with your fingers and shaking his face cutely.

"My boyfriend is tall."

"You never stop telling me that," Namjoon rolled his eyes.

"As if you want me to."

"That's right. Keep telling me how tall I am and maybe I'll pull your mask down to kiss you next time."

"You'd never. You hate PDA."

"Don't challenge me."

Kim Seokjin:

"Babe, what color did we wear last week to the airport?"

You looked to the ceiling, trying to remember. "Um, yellow? I'm not sure."

"It's us," Jin confirmed with a nod, walking towards your table and holding the phone in front of your face for you to see.

"There's this video that Jungkook sent me, I guess it's going viral but they don't know it's us."

"Wait-" you scoffed in disbelief after reading the caption, "'what a loving father'?!"

"It looks like a father is taking care of his daughter," Jin chuckled, "not everyone opens up a burger for their significant other."

"From which angle do I look like a daughter?" you asked him incredulously, taking the phone from him to watch the entire video again.

You clearly looked at least three times smaller in size to him because of the chair - which was broken and wouldn't go up - and Jin and his broad shoulders were the only things that were actually visible; including the way he expertly opened the packaging of the burger, folding it so that you could hold it well and then giving it to you, finishing his lovely act of service with a fond pat to the top of your head.

"Are people actually thinking I'm your daughter?" you looked up at him.

"They don't know it's us," he patted your head just like he did in the video, "but they clearly think it's cute."

"You're finding this funny?"

"I kind of am," Jin admitted with a laugh. "You look cute, I had no idea I even did that. All I could think of was getting on the plane and falling asleep."

"Well," you looked away with a shy giggle, "I do remember thinking of how sweet you were when you did that for me."

"Now we can remember it forever," Jin gestured to the video.

"I would've, even if it wasn't recorded," you grinned up at him. "I always remember the little things that you do for me, it makes me feel special."

"My little babie," he cooed, bending down and squishing your cheeks lovingly.

"I live to make you feel special."

Min Yoongi:

"You are the sweetest human being ever," you stated firmly, looking across at Yoongi with tears glistening in your eyes.

"What happened now?"

"This happened," you handed him the phone, watching the way his eyes widened slightly in realization.

"Someone recorded this?"

"That's secondary," you insisted. "How can you be so sweet?"

"What's sweet in that?" Yoongi laughed, replaying the video once again. "I just didn't want your clothes to get wet."

"But you could let yours get wet?"

"I was wearing a black hoodie, it wouldn't make much of a difference," Yoongi explained. "You were wearing pink, it would've darkened if you got the rain on you."

"Yoongi," you crawled over towards where he was seated, holding his knees and shaking your head.

"All of that doesn't matter to me, I just- you're too sweet. No one has ever done this for me."

"I know," he touched the side of your head gently. "Even though you deserve it. I'd do this a hundred times over, only for you."

"Ah," you sighed, looking away, overwhelmed with emotions.

"Why are you crying, baby?" Yoongi took a hold of your face, setting the phone down and making you face him.

"I just gave you more space under the umbrella, that's all. It's nothing to cry about."

"It is!" you cried, throwing your hands into the air. "It makes me feel so special and horrible all at the same time. I didn't even know you were getting wet in the rain, but the thought that you'd do that for me makes me feel happy."

"You little thing," he chuckled fondly, pulling you closer and placing your head on his chest.

"This is nothing compared to what I want to do for you, bubba."

Jung Hoseok:

"I look like an egg."

You cackled at Hoseok's words, slapping his shoulders playfully at how deadly serious he was looking.

"No, you don't!"

"Yes I do, I look like a rich egg."

In the video that Jimin had sent you, Hoseok had no make-up on with his hair hidden behind a red beanie. He had marched over to where you were standing by the counter, turning you around and holding three hangers with pretty dresses against you to see which one would suit you best.

"I don't even know why I did that, I look like a fool trying to see which one looks nice when I ended up buying them all."

"It was quite funny," you nodded with a laugh. "I was looking for some comfy slippers for you. It's even funnier that we were buying things for each other."

"You didn't even buy me those," he narrowed his eyes at you.

"I bought you the jacket that you wanted," you scoffed. "You told me not to buy the slippers!"

"You told me not to buy the dress either."

"No, I didn't? There's a video as proof!"

"Shush, now." He rolled his eyes, quickly changing the topic.

"How do people not even know it's me? I look so... me."

"You actually do. Look at those calves."

Park Jimin:

"That's what every boyfriend must do," Jimin pointed to himself, squirming around in the confined space of the couch to take a closer look at the picture.

"Every girl dreams of having a boyfriend like you, Jimin," you touched the side of his face tenderly.

Jimin smirked in response, sending you a wink before snatching his phone from your grip.

"I'm sending this to Jin hyung as proof."

"Proof of what?"

"That my feet are not smaller than yours."

Your head fell back against the arm of the sofa, a mighty laugh tearing through your chest.

"That's something only Park Jimin would need to do," you teased.

"Well, you're wearing my shoes here, so of course, my feet aren't smaller than yours. Otherwise, it wouldn't fit, no?"

"Yes baby," you giggled at the way he didn't even realize he was pouting.

"Send me that video, please."

"I already did."

You lazily pulled your phone out of your pocket to open up the video, watching with a fond smile as Jimin stopped you in the middle of the road, made you take your heels off, and gave you his own sneakers to wear. Jimin walked the rest of the journey in his socks, holding your hand firmly in his with your heels held in the other.

Right next to you, Jimin was already on the phone with Seokjin, pointing animatedly into the air as he tried to prove his point to his hyung.

"I told you I don't have smaller feet than her!"

Kim Taehyung:

"I can't believe someone got this on camera," Taehyung murmured distractedly, eyes solely focused on the two of you dancing in a garden.

"This looks so much more romantic than it felt," you observed.

"I know right?" He looked up at you. "These look so much easier in the movies, the rain kept going into my eyes."

"And my hair was stuck to my neck, I probably looked so ugly," you chuckled.

"No, you didn't," he frowned. "You looked like an angel that night."

"And you looked like my prince," you pulled his cheek fondly.

"I am your prince," he rolled his eyes dramatically. "Your prince who wasn't strong enough to not let you fall."

"It was an accident," you giggled, remembering the way your heel sunk into a wet patch of mud and you were falling sideways before Taehyung could grip you.

"At least whoever recorded this stopped it in time," you pointed out.

"Maybe they shouldn't have," Taehyung smirked. "They would've got the kiss, too."

"Right," you laughed. "That was the messiest kiss of my life, I'm pretty sure you got some dirt into my mouth."

"Admit it, the kiss made you feel better though," Taehyung defended himself. "You looked like you could cry after falling."

"You sure you talking about me?"

"Who else, then?"

"You, of course."

Jeon Jungkook:

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait," Jungkook pushed you away when you fell onto his lap in a fit of laughter, zooming into the video and trying to confirm if that was really the two of you, before throwing his head back with his eyes squeezed shut.

"What the heck!"

"That's us!"

"I've seen this video before - how did I not know that's us?!"

"Holy shit," you wheezed, slapping his thigh repeatedly. "That was so long ago!"

"Oh- wait, you're the small one," Jungkook pointed to the screen.

"Yeah, no shit, I am," you nodded, pinching the inside of his arm which pulled a squeak from him.

"Were we drunk?"

"I guess so," you giggled, placing your hand over his to look at the video. "Oh my god, that's embarrassing to look at now."

"I'm jumping like a kangaroo," Jungkook cackled loudly. "What! Why did I even do that?"

"Only you can do a cartwheel in the middle of the road."

"Wait, isn't there a kis- OH MY GOD WE KISSED!"

"We did," you chuckled at his reaction. "Yep, clearly drunk."

"Why on earth is this video so long? And oh em gee we're wearing onesies."

You looked up at him with your eyes wide in disbelief.

"Did you just notice that?"

"I mean," he shrugged sheepishly. "Yeah."

"Wow, no wonder you didn't know it was us."

"I can see that cute little butt of yours," Jungkook smirked, pointing to the slightly long tail that was attached to the back of your tiger onesie.

"I struggle to understand why you didn't recognize yourself when you're literally wearing a kookie onesie!"

"That could've been a fan too!"

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theshireisburning-so-mordoritis · 2 years

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I have a kind of angsty request for a din x reader if ud like it?

What if the reader maybe a hunting partner or smth avoids looking at din bc they dont like seeing their reflection (insecurities yay!) in his armour but din thinks its bc they don't like him and then somehow he finds/works it out idk

Do with it what u fancy <3

Like I See You

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader

Word Count: 3.8K

Warnings: Angst. Insecurities. Self-loathing. Reader spiralling. Reader's parents are arseholes. Protective Din. Soft ending.

A/N: This asks has been in my inbox for so long whilst I've figured how exactly I wanted to approach this and then whilst I re-wrote what I had about 20 times until I was finally satisfied. Shoutout to the wonderful @acourtofsnakes who read through when I wasn't sure I was doing a good job and had to put up with being sent alot of snippets along with the caption "does this make sense?" Ily my friend and I couldn't have done this without you.

It’s one of those days.

The days where your mind decides to be your worst enemy and spits insults like acid - firing up each and every insecurity you’ve ever felt in rapid succession like a never ending horror reel in your brain whilst you stare at the mirror.

And shutting your eyes doesn’t work. The image lingers - imprinted - distorted - your mind turning it to something monstrous to fit the words that blaze incriminatingly across your features.

It’s the type of day where you compare yourself to everyone that goes by even though you know you’re only feeding the parasitic thoughts behind your self loathing behaviour. But you can’t stop. You can’t snap yourself out of it with kind affirmations no matter how hard you try, mantras like I am enough - I’m perfect just the way I am - they sound weak in comparison to the other things ramming against your skull. False even.

You can’t even distract yourself with the job you’re supposed to be doing, you're that unfocused, and of course Din notices.

He noticed the moment your mood shifted, the moment your smile became a tiny, hollow thing and the wild spark of your eyes dulled. He noticed the moment your shoulders sagged as if struggling under some colossal weight and he could almost sense you shrinking into yourself, trying to make yourself appear smaller, unnoticeable to everyone including him, even as the two of you leaned side by side against the sticky bar of a run-down cantina waiting for an informant.

Din just doesn’t understand why.

You were born to burn, not fade to shadow. You burned right through him - his armour and his unimaginably high walls that he thought he would never lower for anyone until you came along and showed him it was okay to depend on another every once in a while.

Before he had loathed the idea of sharing his work with someone - his home - but then he had found you.

You, who had stunned him from the first time he warily approached you. With your sweet expression and mischievous smile - the way your eyes glittered as light bounced off the dagger that you flipped so effortlessly in your hand. You who had immediately launched into a vividly detailed plan of how you and him could slip into the bounty’s hideout and rip it apart from within from the moment he reluctantly had suggested he might need some help.

You had been glorious, destruction in your veins and blood streaked across your face - your neck - your bruised knuckles as you sunk a blade into one man's spine and twisted. Together, they had broke against the bounty’s muscle with the force of a tsunami and by the time there was no one left - no one except the cowering heap that you dropped at his feet with a warm, buttery smile - Din was fucking starstruck.

He’s remained that way ever since. His awe twisting - blooming - into something that takes his breath away even when he watches you do the most mundane things. Every move you make seems to hold a beauty to it - a whisper of power - something unique he can only ever link to you that makes his heart seize behind his ribs.

And he can’t understand why it feels like he’s now watching that flame that burns within you go out before his very own eyes. Why you’re trying to make yourself invisible and refuse to meet the dark gaze of his visor even though he knows you can sense his eyes on you.

'What’s wrong?” He prods quietly.

You sigh then, a flicker of something pained passing over your features before you can hide it. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

"You’re a terrible liar.”

"And you’re not usually this fucking nosy.” You snap, muscles tensing, still refusing to spare him even a single glance. “I said I’m fine, Mando. Drop it.”

His brow pinches in a frown, eyes narrowed to slits as he lets your sudden burst of anger crash against him. Tasting the defensiveness and frustration brushed through it. He knows this. He’s all too familiar with becoming aggravated when he doesn’t know how to get shit that’s bothering him off his chest, the way he would allow it to bleed out through rage or violence because trying to form it into words made him feel foolish.

It seems like you’re both similar in that way, maybe you don't need him trying to gently coax it out of you.

Maybe you need a fight to let it all come pouring out.

You’re furious by the time he’s dragged you into the tiny bathroom. Baring your teeth like a snarling beast as you yank your wrist from his tense grip.

The contact had thrown you. Your heart stopping before it broke out into a chaotic gallop that you could almost believe would be heard by the Mandalorian as he took an intimidating step closer.

The blank slate of his visor had bore into you and you had felt it so excruciatingly - the weight of his assessment, the crushing force of your own insecurities as he crowded you. Close enough that everything you considered a flaw was laid before his eyes in startling clarity and reflected back at you in the mirror sheen of his helmet.

It made your stomach churn, anxiety crawling through your chest, an icy hand that winds around your neck and grips tight until his sudden touch had shattered its hold.

"Come with me.” He’d growled.

And temporarily stunned, you’d gone. Stumbling to keep up as he all but dragged you away from the roaring noise of music and clashing conversations to a room so quiet you could hear your blood rushing in your ears as your surprise gave way to anger.

"What the fuck are you doing?” You hiss, ripping away from him as he slams the door closed behind him. “We’re supposed to be waiting for someone.”

You make to push past him and he doesn't budge an inch, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he looms over you. An immovable wall of solid beskar. “We’re not doing anything else for this job until you tell me what’s going on with you.”

You glare at him, fists clenched tight at your sides “I said it was nothing.”

"And like I said, you’re a fucking terrible liar.” He shoots back.

Why do you even care, you want to scream. There’s a fierce energy building inside you, the volatile kind - self-destructive - born from too many emotions spinning through your head. You try and focus on the steady drip of the faucet to will it down - counting specks of mould on the worn tiles - how many times the light can flicker in between each uncomfortable breath you take.

"It doesn’t matter.” You grit, attempting to assert some kind of authority of the situation. “All that matters is that we have a job to do and we’re wasting time.”

It doesn’t work.

"No. We’re out. I’m calling it.” He advances on you slowly, his tone creeping towards irritation at the stubbornness of your denial. “You’re too distracted, lost somewhere in your own head. You might not give a shit that it could get you killed but I do.”

Suddenly there’s a wave of tears building - burning behind your nose - those nasty little voices purring through your skull as you gape at him.

Useless.

Can’t even do the one thing he keeps you around for, your job.

Why would he ever look at you the way you wish he would when all you are is a constant hindrance to him.

And then you get defensive, that energy bursting hot and fast through your blood before you can slam it down.

"You don’t get to make that decision for me Mando.” You snarl, swatting away his outstretched hand that reaches for you when expression threatens to crumble. “Don’t! You don’t have to keep pretending you care, I know I’m dispensable, if I die you can get another partner anywhere.”

He reels back as if you’ve struck him. “You really think I’d do that?”

"Why not! It’s not like I’m special is it? There’s heaps of other hunters out there, one’s more skilled - more reliable - probably easier on the eyes too.” You laugh humourlessly, eyes stinging with salt as you begin to pace. Ignoring the gentle lilt of your name that he tries to offer as a grounding force, something to bring you back to him when you’re clearly beginning to spiral.

"Hell you could replace me right here and now if it’ll make your life easier.” You babble. “Just think of all the credits you can rake in, not having to put up with my shit anymore.”

Your breaths are starting to come quick and shallow and before you can say anything else Mando is immediately in front of you - his hands snatching at your shoulders before he drags you into a bone-crushing hug.

You struggle against it for a moment - a fighter down to the last possible second - and then you fall apart. Harsh, ugly sobs wracking your frame whilst his gloved hand smooths over your hair, his helmet pressed to your temple as he makes soft mouthed sounds to try and comfort you.

He waits until your cries quieten down, until the quake of your body lessens to a light shudder and then he tilts his head to look at you. “Look at me. Look at me - mesh’la - please.” He murmurs.

You shake your head. You don’t want to see how pathetic you look, can’t bear the thought of what will stare back at you in the reflection of his beskar.

"Please.” He repeats.

You bury your face closer into his cowl, croaking “I can’t.”

There’s a beat of silence - disrupted only by the rhythmic drip drip drip from the faucet. And then he’s sighing - a desperately sad sound that twists something vital in your chest until you're sure you’ll feel a snap.

"Can you tell me why?” He murmurs, hesitance bleeding through him as you stiffen in his arms and he swallows thickly. “It’s not just now is it, you haven’t been able to look at me in days and if it’s because of something I’ve done - if I’ve made you feel this way - then I need to know. I need to make it right, because I can’t lose you.”

Oh - oh no - he thinks it's his fault.

Your throat closes up and for a moment you feel like you could cry all over again. He carries a guilt that has never been his to bear and it wounds you in some way - that this man who has only known you for such a short time takes your happiness so personally that he would beg to right a wrong that he’s not even sure he himself had made.

He says that he can’t lose you like he refuses to entertain a scenario where you’re not by his side and you don’t even realise that you’re practically crushing him to you in another fierce embrace until you feel the gentle weight of his helmet resting against the crown of your head.

"It's not you Mando." You blurt, a soft flutter brushing through your chest when he squeezes you tight as his body sags with relief. But only seconds later he stiffens again and you know he’s heard it. The implication. It’s not you. There’s someone else.

You know he’s worked it out by the sudden change in how he holds you - the subtle shift from comforting to protective - his body all but curling around yours.

He growls. “Who.” And you shudder.

You need to explain and fast before he decides to storm out of the bathroom and track down everyone who’s come into contact with you in the past few days. This job you’ve been on had required a lot of stealth so as to not tip off your target and if you were going to pick up where you left off after everything then the last thing you needed was your Mandalorian going on a vengeful rampage.

He lets you untangle yourself from him reluctantly, follows like a shadow when you point to a spot on the floor and state lamely. “We should probably sit for this.”

You can feel his eyes on you as you slide down the wall, as you fold your legs only to stretch them out in front of you not even a moment later. He’s not stupid, you know that, you know Mando is wisely giving you the time you need - refraining from pushing whilst you try and get your head together under the guise of making yourself comfortable on the grimy floor.

When you’re as ready as you think you’ll ever be you take a deep breath to begin but suddenly find yourself hesitating.

Were you really going to tell him? Could you let every sad little truth pour from you when you've spent so long plugging it up, shoving it down. Building a damn in your mind and your heart to keep it from making a mess for those around you.

Hunters were meant to be strong - an undeniable, deadly force. They didn't do insecurities - self-doubt - weaknesses. At least that's what you'd always been told. It's the impression you got from every one you ever met, including Mando.

So how could you tell him that you were haunted by all of them. That every now and again they ripped into you and made you feel like your worth was less than nothing. How could you lay yourself emotionally bare like that and expect that he would still look at you the same after?

…Except hadn't you already? You had spiralled before his very eyes. You had screamed and cried and shattered to pieces and yet… there had been no judgement.

There had been nothing from him except comfort and patience. The press of his body against yours as he held you like you were infinitely precious - like he wished nothing more than to be a barrier against all these things he was clueless about except for the fact they were trying to hurt you.

"Did you know I always wanted to be a hunter?” You ask so suddenly that he jerks, surprised.

It makes you smile when he softly shakes his head , when he shifts from his relaxed position against the wall and tilts his body towards yours as you offer a rare glimpse into the life you had before him.

"I thought it sounded like the coolest job ever.” You recall. “Getting paid to chase down bad people and learning how to use a shit load of weapons? What more could I want? And it turned out I was good at it, better than a lot of other things I’d tried to force myself into growing up.”

He makes a soft noise of agreement - like he gets it - and your lips twitch. “When I returned home after a really long time of taking pretty much every job that came my way, I thought my parents would be proud. I thought they’d be happy I had made some kind of a life for myself and that I wasn’t struggling for money like they had worried I would when I decided to make my own way instead of relying on them.”

You close your eyes as the memory resurfaces. “They weren’t. My dad basically said I was no better than a vulture, feeding off other people’s misfortune, but my mum…”

Your voice cracks and you swallow hard, fingers picking at a still healing wound on your hand before a gloved one stops you. Silently lacing thick fingers through your own as you struggle not to sob.

“My mum told me I had ruined myself. My face and my body. I had forgotten how obsessed she could be with our family’s image and legacy until she told me that no one would want someone who was covered in scars or who’s nose or teeth weren’t perfectly straight because they’d been damaged too many times fighting with bounties."

He sucks in a breath and you can feel it. His rage.

It pours from him in waves as he visibly bristles beside you, drenching his voice when he rasps your name and you have to hurriedly continue. Shoving the rest of the story out of you because if you stop and let yourself wallow in the emotions clawing at the pair of you then you may never fully get the weight of it off your chest.

"I told her I didn’t care.” You spit. “That if my appearance bothered people that much then maybe they were the type of people I didn't want to be around. And it had been the truth, I fucking meant every word.”

"But then I started noticing the way some people would look at me, the way they’d be scrutinising my face or my hair or what I was wearing and I’d hear her voice in my head again.” You don’t realise you’ve trailed off, gone distant, until the soft pressure of Mando’s thumb drawing circles on your hand brings you back.

"I started wondering if they thought the same as her when they looked at me too and then it was like I couldn’t stop. Eventually it happened enough that when I was looking at myself, sometimes I started to think it too.”

His fingers tighten around yours, the soft, aching sigh of “Cyar’ika” slipping through the modulator wrapping around the pain in your chest.

You sniff and your voice comes out thin - watery. “There’s days where I still hear it and when I look in the mirror, or something reflective like your armour, it’s all I can see. But at least I’m still a good hunter right, I’ve got that left? Only, today I completely fucked that up too. So when I can’t look at you Mando, it’s not because you’ve done anything to hurt me or piss me off, it's because when I do, all I can see is how much I disgust myself.”

There’s silence between you as he digests everything. It stretches out and allows your thoughts to wander with it - undecided if what you feel after all that was said is relief or something else. It’s nice that you’ve been able to talk about something that has pained you for so long but now Mando has another piece of you that no one else does - the part of you that is most vulnerable - and you don’t really know what to do with that.

"They don’t deserve you.” He mutters suddenly, so quietly that you almost had to question if you’d simply been hearing things.

You frown. “Who?”

He has your hand in his lap now, cradling it in his larger one as he traces nervous patterns with the other. His voice is steady however, utterly serious. “Your parents, the people who give you those looks. Anyone who can look at you and not see how incredible you are.”

Your chest spasms and you look at him in surprise before your lips attempt to curve into a weak imitation of a smile.

"I appreciate you trying to make me feel better Mando but…”

"Don’t do that.” He chastises you gently. “Whatever voice is telling you right now that you aren’t worthy of being told what I’m about to say to you, I want you to tell it to shut the fuck up and listen to me.”

You snort and the way he tilts his helmet in your direction makes you pretty sure he’s currently got his eyes narrowed at you, an expression on his face that would probably say if you don’t listen, I’ll find a way to make you. You nod for him to continue.

"You are incredible.” He reiterates. “You chose to make something of yourself when you could have had an easy life and you fucking excelled at it. You’re one of the best hunters I’ve ever seen even on your off days and you’ve saved my ass more times than I’d like to count.”

You murmur a sly seven and quicker than you can react he pinches your thigh. A yelp bursts from your throat followed by a shaky laugh and it’s a quick reprieve from the way the pride in his voice was making your ribs constrict.

"You’re a genuinely good person, I’ve never seen you turn away a single person who’s come to you for help and you constantly go out of your way for people. Even those who probably don’t deserve it, like me.” He sees the way you open your mouth to argue and quickly holds up a hand to stop you, shrugging. “I was an asshole when we met, don't deny it.”

He had been. But you had sensed that there was something underneath it all. That there was more than met the eye when it came to this particular Mandalorian and you had been intrigued. And also right.

He shifts next to you and then there’s the brush of buttery-soft leather at your jaw. Hesitant fingertips tilting your face fully towards him as his helmet hovers just above your forehead and you gulp.

"Mando…” You whisper.

"Your mother called you ruined but that’s not what I see when I look at you.” He breathes and you tremble as he palms your cheek. “Every part of you is beautiful and there is nothing that black eyes, bruises, broken bones and scars can do to take that away. They only add to it. They prove that you’re a fucking warrior. That you’ve lived and fought and survived everything the galaxy has had to throw at you. How can your body be ruined when its remained strong and kept you alive despite the hell you’ve been through?”

Something breaks inside you - you’re crying and you don’t even realise it until Mando’s other hand leaves yours to gently swipe away the tears with both thumbs.

It’s the loveliest thing anyone has ever said to you and it seems to highlight the fucking number that those words from your mother have done on you - the fact that you have no idea how to take what Mando has said. How you're supposed to believe it.

But you want to.

You desperately want to believe it so you can drown out the poison in your head with it. Take all those pretty words and lock them safe in your heart for when you next need them.

And unsurprisingly, thanks to how adept you've become at reading the other, Mando instantly catches on to your internal struggle.

"You don't have to believe me right now." He tells you softly. "I know it won't magically make everything go away and you'll suddenly see yourself the way I see you."

He leans back and pulls you with him, tugging you into his chest - the cold kiss of beskar soothing beneath your tear-stained cheeks - as his arms wrap around your shoulders and waist. His chin notched at your crown and the venomous voice in your mind more quiet than it had been in days as you eased into his comfort.

"But one day you will and until that happens I'll gladly be there to remind you as many times as you need me to."

You choose to believe that, a hopeful smile tugging at your lips as you lift your head from its place buried in his neck, to place a soft kiss to the cheek of helmet and whisper. "Thank you Mando."

You choose to believe that you'll always have him by your side. That the ugly words staining your memories will fade eventually.

That one day you'll see yourself as the warrior you've always been.

And for now that's enough.

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angelgoddard · 2 years

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𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲! (𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝)

｡ﾟ•┈୨ table of contents ୧┈• ｡ﾟ

- introduction

- backstory

- how i did it

- affirmations

- ending statement

｡ﾟ•┈୨ introduction ୧┈• ｡ﾟ

hello everyone <3 today i have an amazing personal success story to share with you all. i've also included images as proof and for extra detail, as well as the affirmations i used to get these results. i hope you enjoy!

｡ﾟ•┈୨ backstory ୧┈• ｡ﾟ

in the beginning, before i knew much about manifesting, i tried to use subliminals and beg people to help me manifest. i struggled with appearance changes because i would constantly react to the 3d. even when i discovered the law, it took me some time to master persistence and removing my desires off the pedestal. once i started my blog, i became less obsessed with my looks and more focused on being happy with myself. once i did this, things began to fall into place.

｡ﾟ•┈୨ how i did it ୧┈• ｡ﾟ

when i started wearing makeup, i affirmed for my appearance, focusing on the eyes when i did my mascara. i began to get more compliments on my eyes, and i appreciated them more myself. but i never let myself get back to a place of desperation. i enjoyed my eyes in passing and i didn't stress about what he 3d showed me, even though it was really close to my ideals.

｡ﾟ•┈୨ photos ୧┈• ｡ﾟ

** these are comparisons between August 2022 and September 2022 click for clarity and also to see the captions better.** :)

｡ﾟ•┈୨ affirmations ୧┈• ｡ﾟ

♥︎ my eyes are like 70% of my face

♥︎ i have super fluttery lashes

♥︎ i have dolly, dreamy eyes

♥︎ i adore my eyes

♥︎ i love everything about my eyes

♥︎ my eyes are huge and doe-like

｡ﾟ•┈୨ ending statement ୧┈• ｡ﾟ

all in all, you can have your desires. whatever you want you can have, the world is yours. here's proof that persistence is key. do not give up. the law cannot fail you. <3

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bi-bard · 2 years

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Maisie Peters Songs that Would Describe a Relationship with Morpheus - Dream of the Endless Imagine (The Sandman)

Title: Maisie Peters Songs that Would Describe a Relationship with Morpheus

Pairing: Dream of the Endless X Immortal!Reader

Word Count: 1,002 words

Warning(s): mention of burn out

Author's Note: Have y'all listened to Maisie Peters' new song? I sobbed the first time I heard.

I deadass have a photo on my Snapchat of me sobbing with the caption "Hey, Maisie, what the fuck was that for?"

**Not intentionally written in chronological order**

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Helicopter

So forgive me If I hover close I'm a helicopter 'Cause I love you so

When Morpheus disappeared, I was terrified that I would never see him again.

When he came back to the dreaming realm, I felt like every star had aligned. Like the universe was finally working for me, not against me.

I fell into a habit of being attached to his side. I was scared that if I lost sight of him again, I would lose him for another century. Or worse.

It all came to a head when I tried to follow him to Hell.

"I'm going with you."

"No," he said instantly. "I will not allow you to go there. Too dangerous. You're going to wait here for me."

"I'll be fine-"

"This is not a discussion."

"You are my partner, not my boss. I am going to be with you."

"Why," he asked. "Why are you insisting on following me to one of the most dangerous places you could go?"

I hesitated for a second.

"Answer me."

"Because the last time I didn't, I lost you for a century."

The tension in the room seemed to disappear as Morpheus's face softened. I looked away from him, almost embarrassed about it now that I had said it out loud.

"(Y/n)," I heard his steps echoing in the room. "My love, look at me please."

I looked back at him. His hands cupped the sides of my face. My eyes shut for a moment as his thumbs ran along my cheekbones.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I didn't think of how this was impacting you. My focus had been so fixed on getting my things back."

"It's okay," I promised, putting my hands over his. "And I'm sorry too. I just... I don't want to lose you again."

Morpheus kissed my forehead. "It's okay... I love you."

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his, grabbing his jacket to hold him closer. He slowly pulled away.

"I love you too," I muttered. "Come back quickly. Please."

"I will do my best," he nodded. "I'll see you soon, my dear."

"You better."

I stepped back as he vanished in front of me.

I muttered the last word quietly, "Please."

Feels Like This

When it feels like this, like a light came on When you look at me like I'm all you want I got everything at my fingertips How can I resist?

It all started with a kiss.

Morpheus and I had fallen into this moment of silence. We were both standing so close. My eyes had moved easily from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes.

And then I just kissed him.

It was quick. I pulled away almost as fast as our lips had connected. I went to step back, but his hands landed on my waist, holding me there.

"Why," he asked quietly.

I took a deep breath. "It just felt right."

I went to step back again but was stopped by his lips touching mine again. One of his hands cupped the back of my head, effectively holding me in place.

When he moved back again, he kept me close. He carefully placed a few small kisses on my lips before he started speaking.

"I tried to avoid this," he muttered. I didn't question why.

"And now," I asked quietly.

"I feel as if I've wasted my time," he replied. "Why would I spend so much time avoiding something that feels like it was inevitable?"

I couldn't think of a good response for that. I was just relieved that we both felt the same way. Also, how was I supposed to top that in the moment?

"You're going to wake up soon."

I blinked a few times, properly focusing again. "I don't want to. Not yet."

A chuckle came from him before he kissed me again. I slowly smiled into the kiss.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he muttered.

"Okay," I replied.

I blinked a few more times before I was waking up in my bed.

I sat up for a moment, but soon let myself fall back down and run my hands over my face.

Holy shit.

Take Care of Yourself

And you try and you try and you're trying But the burden is heavy and overgrown And God knows that we all get tired It's a long night when you do it on your own

I never thought that it was possible to be tired in the dream realm.

But here I was, dragging my feet along the floor of the throne room.

"What's wrong," Morpheus asked.

"Nothing," I waved off the question, trying to very quickly go back to my normal self.

"You're tired."

"I'm fine."

"My love."

He almost seemed offended that I hinted that he was wrong. I tried to avoid his eyes as he cupped the side of my face.

"Please, tell me what's wrong," he begged.

I let out a heavy sigh. "I... I had a long day. That's all."

"You're exhausted," he muttered. "You always end up like this. You take on everyone else's burdens as your own. This is not good for you."

"I'm fine," I promised, my voice far less convincing than the first time I said it.

"I hate watching the person I love in such a state," he continued. "Close your eyes."

"Morpheus-"

"Trust me... please."

I closed my eyes slowly. I felt the air around us shift before Morpheus mumbled that I could open my eyes again.

I looked around at the new surroundings. Fields of green grass and the warm sun. I took a deep breath before turning back to Morpheus.

"We'll stay here as long as you'd like," he explained. "Until you feel like you're back to yourself."

"Why," I asked. "Why do all of this?"

He grinned softly. "Because I love you. And you don't have to take on everything alone."

"Thank you," I said. "And I love you too."

He kissed my forehead. "Now, relax."

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