#sum i un really care that much
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I tried choking myself like this and oh boy it was such an awful experience—it felt as if someone had placed a really heavy stone over my head Don't try it, not worth it at all, I promise. 0/10, wouldn't recommend.
To choke yourself to the point where saliva is pooling out of your mouth and for you to cough like an asthmatic person, your airway passage must be blocked which means that this dude was really going at it.
So, let's talk about him:
What Kaiser has for Isagi now isn't rivalry anymore, it has become a near obsession and keeping their ship aside, they actually have a pretty unique kind of relation—they both want to get ahead in the path of their soccer career and un/fortunately, they both just happen to be the best stepping stone for eachother right now.
Since the very first time Kaiser was introduced, he had made it clear that Isagi was some sort of a pawn for him to get ahead in his soccer career and that's what Ness also said here:
And Kaiser's words seemed to match Ness' words too:
And I don't blame Kaiser for choosing Isagi to be his rival.
You see, it's tough to truly understand how much impact Isagi's goal had in the BLLK universe. The investors and club owners were literally putting pressure on Noa to make Isagi play—defeating such a boy and proving that you are better than him is a perfect way for literally anyone to increase their value; it fits even well for Kaiser since they both are in the same age group too.
But, the recent chapters, especially after BM Vs Ubers match ended, confused me more. Royale Madrid/Re Al is said to be the strongest/best soccer club in the whole world in BLLK universe, so it indirectly means that Kaiser's value increased—it actually did increase though, about ¥20 millions and Ness' reaction perfectly sums what I want to say:
Kaiser achieved what he had came for in NEL to achieve.
However, we all know what his reaction was: he didn't care, all he cared was that he was inferior to Isagi.
...why?
Like, it just doesn't make sense. He got what he wanted. Besides, Kaiser has a value of ¥320M meanwhile Isagi is still behind Rin and Rin is himself behind Kaiser by ¥100M+! Further, every team has man-marked Kaiser right away! He is already perceived as some kind of threat by every opponent team, what more he wants? Is it some pride thing of boys that I don't understand?
It just feels.. weird.
If Kaiser were to be a real narcissist, then I don't think that he would've accepted so easily that Noa is better than him and that he can't compete against him.
The above statement sends me back to this again:
Chris words can be considered as something said just to provoke Kaiser which worked a bit too perfectly well. I don't know why, but the above panel seems much more important to the story, especially to his character when we glance at this panel:
Just.. what the heck is this guy's backstory!?
I must say that he is very well written and honestly, when Blue Lock Manga ends, Kaneshiro-san can literally make a spin-off of him and the Fandom will inhale it instantly. I wish Itoshi brothers had one too.
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When NEL starts in the anime, I hope an official BLLKTV/BLLKTWT app gets launch. Istg it'll be a massive hit.
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sum: Having a hazy memory about last night. Was it just a one time thing, or would he be the one to accompany you on your lonely nights?
word count: 4.3k
pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader
warnings: Cringe, Translated French, bad writing (English is not my first language. ) and smut insinuation.
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ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ - ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ - ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴀᴜ
"Alone, unless you wanna come along?" .
A ray of sunshine woke me up. I groaned, due to the headache I had to lay in bed. Closed my eyes again just in hopes so that I would fall back to sleep, spoiler alert: I didn't.
I was probably in bed for 5 minutes, till my headache was bearable, I decided to sit up. Legged crossed on the bed, I opened my eyes, first noticing a really nice home decor.
Home decor...
Where the heck was I?!
It was as if I was slowly downloading the data surrounding me.
Messy bed, my dress on the bureau, my heels tossed on the floor.
Not a hotel room, and I was using a mans shirt.
I stood up quickly, causing me to groan instantly. My head pounded.
But I shut myself up, deciding to go through one of the two doors on the bedroom.
I was in my underwear, only the black shirt was covering me so I wasn't fully exposed. As quietly as possible, I was almost on my tiptoes so I wouldn't make any noise.
What even happened last night?
I took in my surroundings, yup, this was definitely a single man's house.
Don't get me wrong, it was beautifully decorated, but you always notice this type of things.
The pool table, along with a mini bar, beside it a wide couch in which Charles was sleeping.
Holy shit, Charles!
The memories of last night came flooding into me... "Why don't we leave, would you like that?"
Leaving in a black car. (ironic, my brother is obsessed with motorsports and I can't even tell you two Car brands)
I was sleeping the whole ride, till he carried me into his house, I couldn't understand him.
At all.
I can't tell you if it was because of how drunk I was, or how charming he was. Ugh, I hated him for that, the way he'd touch me, but not the way I wanted him to.
He had me under his spell in just one night, and I can't even be with him.
I'm supposed to be in love with another.
_
"You're awake" a deep voice said. I had a book in my hands, it was in french. If it weren't for my French classes, which I missed every chance I could get, I wouldn't have understood anything. "Bonjour!" I said.
It was probably the worst french accent he has heard in his entire life, "Ah, vous parlez français ? Je ne te connais pas depuis un jour et tu es déjà plein de surprises !"
"Oui?" he started laughing at my stupidity, his contagious laughter making me do the same until my belly ached.
"I haven't laughed like that in quite a long time" I exhaled after we calmed down. He now laid down in the edge of what I assume is his bed, the sun hitting his face, making him look angelic. He turned to look at me, his eyes sparkled and I think I can't ask for anything more.
"I know I met you last night, but thank you so much for taking care of me, I know it wasn't easy with me being drunk." I half smiled at him.
"You look gorgeous when you smile like that, did you know that?"
I scrunched my nose, of course I was, and I wanted to say the same thing to him. Have you ever looked in the mirror? But I stopped myself, and got up from the bed. He followed my every move with his eyes.
"Should we get breakfast?" He couldn't stop looking at me up and down, and he just nodded.
It was as if this was my normal routine.
The first time I saw him, I did not know he'd had me on my knees.
_
"No, 'cause you were literally about to barf, and by some miracle you didn't and fell asleep"
"ugh, I won't be drinking that much next time" I had my head buried in my hands so that he couldn't notice my crimson cheeks. "Maybe next time you'll be the one taking care of me"
I looked up at him, and offered a smile. Haven't had this much fun with someone, since... forever. "I called Lando and he was as wasted as you, Carlos had to take him to his room, I guess the Norris know how to have fun, huh?"
"Oh my god, Lando!" I grabbed my phone and called him right away, Charles laughed, I guess he just realized how forgetful I could be.
"hmph?" I heard a tired voice from the other side of the phone. "I woke you up, didn't I?"
"yeah, is everything alright?"
"I'm alright, I just remembered you existed"
"Haha... so funny, love you too peanut. Oh! now that I'm awake, I gotta catch you up on some stuff!"
I was about to interrupt him, I would gladly hear gossip about what happened last night. But I was having breakfast with Charles, I couldn't leave him there alone eating…
But I watched as his phone buzzed, and I couldn't read the name, but it had a heart right next to it.
pfft, it must be nothing. But his smile got wider as he started speaking on to the phone. "... and then I was like, 'woah, is this really happening?!' and heck yes it was happening! Then..."
At some point, I stopped listening to Lando, and tried to focus on what Charles was saying on the other side of the table. Was he talking to a girl? Or why did he get so excited with a phone call?
Does he have a Girlfriend?
I didn't thought of it last night... but would that be so bad? There is nothing I hate more that what I can't have.
Maybe if he has a girlfriend I could get over this… whatever you wanna call it.
But… if he's single it would honestly be worst.
When I felt a small pain in my chest, I knew I had to stop overthinking. Why do I even care about what he does?
I have bigger things to worry about.
"So, yeah, basically we all ended fucked up and vomiting all over the place. But what about you, did you had any fun last night?" He chuckled.
"That sounds... horrifying and amazing Lando, and yes, I had the best night of the year" I was now looking at Charles, he grinned at me, and I copied his actions, I could feel the heat on my cheeks.
He left his phone on the table, and focused on his food.
"Told you!" a lot of movement was heard at the back of the call. "Oh, there's Carlos, I'll leave you peanut, call you later"
"See you Lando." I hung up
"So you had the best night of the year, huh?" Charles smirked. "C'mon, it was fun!" I answered.
"Of course, you spend most of it with me." He raised his hands to rest them on his head. With his gaze to the sky.
"I couldn't have had it any other way." He chuckled, his dimples showing off, making my heart beat faster, and my chest feel a warm and welcoming sensation.
_
It has been months. Months of calls late at night, whispering so Jake wouldn't find out.
If he ever payed any attention to me...
Every time my phone would buzz at around 11 p.m. I'd go to the balcony, or any other place where Jake wouldn't be around.
Quiet laughing, my stomach would turn over every time he said to me 'ma chou' or any time he'd speak in French or Italian, really.
He was truly and angel in disguise.
Was it wrong? Yes. Did we care? Not at all.
"When am I seeing you again?" He asked. I was in the sofa of the living room, Jake was fine fast asleep in my bed.
"Charles, I'm way too busy here, I'm barely able to leave my apartment , much less have the whole weekend to myself"
"Why don't I fly down there, hm?"
In my hands I had paper with chords and new lyrics for songs. But it was all a jumble, I didn't even know how it was going to work.
"I don't think that's a great idea. You need to practice for the next season, and I have to make new songs, which will take more than half of my day off-"
"Do you know how to play the piano?"
Piano?
"Uh, no, I never learned how to. I'm much more of a guitar girl, why?"
"You have no excuses, I'll be there by tomorrow night. Make some space for a piano at your home, I'm teaching you." I could hear him at his computer typing God knows what.
"IF you came, wouldn't it be easier to have a keyboard piano?"
"No, believe me, it is not the same. You'll love it, I promise" I smiled to myself, he will be here tomorrow night.
Wait, he'll be here tomorrow night.
"Charles, you can't come."
"Give me a good reason, and I'll cancel the plane tickets"
He already bought tickets?! shoot he’s fast
"Uh, my boyfriend is here, and you won't have a place to stay."
"I'm still waiting on that good reason, you know?"
"Charles-"
"It's not like I'm trying to flirt with you, am I?" We are playing a very dangerous game, we both know it, but I never thought we would get this far.
"Well..."
"we'll solve it once I'm there, goodnight ma ange." There are so many things that could go wrong. So many factors I should have said 'No' to, but those thoughts went out the window as my heart pounded knowing that he would come for me.
_
God, what am I doing, what am I doing.
3 a.m. and I'm still awake. I had his phone in my hands, I just needed his face to unlock it. I was so desperate to find what broke me months ago.
Messages, photos and screenshots. He even admitted it, but he said he would change. Am I dumb for staying? Yes. Am I dumb for giving him a second chance? Yes.
Now I'm paying what he did to me. Except I'm having the balls he didn't have to break up with me.
I just need the perfect excuse.
I tried to believe in him, I tried to ignore all my friends when they said 'paparazzi took pictures of him with another girl'
'That doesn't mean anything' I'd answer.
'But, he had his arms around her shoulders' They'd be even more concerned to the fact, that I did know it meant something, much more than just ‘something’
'He's like that with his family too.' normalizing everything he did wrong was all I knew how to do, well, ruining his reputation was always a choice.
He'd beg me to speak highly of him, saying that all the rumors where never true. But everyone knew they were. I'd clean his ass on social media so that his status wouldn't be broken.
All because I thought I liked him.
Now I'm paying the price. I should have broken up with him the second I saw the girl in our bed. My bed.
The second I saw him with flowers that were not meant to be for me.
The second I saw the photos all over the internet. I disappeared for months as not to be ashamed when people saw me. And the only one who should have been ashamed was him.
Charles treats me like a princess, heck, he makes me think everything is possible.
If he told me unicorns were real, I’d believe him!
I had to leave Jake. It's not like he was handsome or anything anyway.
It was probably social media who pushed me into believing we would be the perfect match.
Well, your sweet boy is a cheater. and I won't stand to it anymore.
I finally got it open, and the first few chats were girls.
unbelievable, yet not surprising.
This would have broken my heart, but oh, my heart was stolen by someone else.
Now all I felt was disgust.
I couldn't figure out if it was at him, for texting all these girls.
Or myself, for letting this happen.
I stood up and went to his suitcase and I started looking all over my apartment for things of his, everytime I found one I'd place it in his suitcase. I wanted him gone by this morning.
_
"So you're just throwing it all away?!"
"Did I, Jake, or did you?"
"You did, we worked it all out!" He raised his hands exaggeratedly.
"Oh heck no, why don't you tell that to all of the girls in your phone? I'm tired of this bullshit, I'm not being your little girlfriend just so that you look good in front of people!"
"As if you were important" He scoffed.
"You were always scared of that, I made myself look as if I were nobody just for you to show off! Believe me, everything you've accomplished is because of me, but I'm not even going to reproach you for that." I crossed my arms.
"Oh, I'm so so sorry miss universe, never knew you were important. Guess you'll have more songs to write about, thanks to me!"
What a dick.
He was now at the door with his suitcase, we both screamed at each other since he saw me in the living room with his stuff. He didn't even looked into my eyes, just started throwing shit at me.
As if it was all my fault.
Just wasted my last year there. Thank god it's over, I could now visibly breathe.
I closed the door silently. Locked it to never let him back in.
I looked into my apartment, and without his stuff all over the place... It made it seem cleaner, and as if this apartment actually belonged to me.
I played music all afternoon while remodeling the whole apartment, changing it to a way that I liked.
Months ago I wouldn't have thought moving on was this easy to do.
I guess all the love I had for him disappeared and I didn’t really noticed it did.
_
I've never felt so alive.
5 hours after a breakup, and I've never felt so alive. I called Lando, and told him about everything I kept from him.
He told me he was going to murder him, obviously joking (I think), but I told him I haven't felt this happy in years.
He said he was proud of me for getting out of that toxic relationship. Which made me cry, in the last few hours I have experienced I think every emotion a human could have.
I was watching a bit of what was happening on the internet from my Instagram. I told my manager that he can announce it when the time is right. But without any further explanations on why we weren't together anymore.
And so it was, it was one of the top themes of today, with only one hour of announcement.
How gossipy people are.
guilty.
I heard my home cell phone ring, the one that always rings when someone asks permission to enter my house.
And I knew exactly who was going to enter by my door any second. I rushed downstairs, and I opened the door he was there by the other side.
Looking charming, just as I remembered him. He held up his hand showing me a bouquet of flowers, with the same ones I told him a few weeks ago that I loved.
"So… the rumors spread out, can I buy you flowers now?"
He gave the flowers to my hand, hugged me with one hand around the waist and kissed me on the forehead.
"You have a goal, don't you?"
"I came to claim my prize, how am I going to do it if I don't put up a good fight first?"
I signaled him to come in, and he gladly did.
"Ah! Would you look at that?" Charles screamed from the living room, I was too busy looking for a place to put the flowers he gave me, so I didn't see what he was talking about.
These would look perfect here, I said to myself finding a plain white base I bought in Venecia, I never found a good purpose for it till now.
"You should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk?"
Holy shit.
"Oh my, give that back!" I basically ran to him as I heard those words.
Now I know what he found, and it was hell of embarrassing.
In his hands, the sheets with my handwriting all over them, lyrics all over them.
But he kept going, walking quickly around the room so that I wouldn't take those papers away from him.
"I've got a boyfriend he's older than us. Hey, this sounds quite familiar doesn't it?" He mocked me. Oh he fucking knows who I'm talking about.
"Dickhead!" I said between laughters, I was already running out of air from running. I felt like a child, but in a good way. He just made it so divine.
He stopped to finally hand me in the papers with the lyrics, the sun was setting and it peered through my large window. I was looking down at my papers trying to figure out how much had he read.
I grab my chin to lift my gaze and look him in the eye. "You can say anything you want, ange"
Look down at his shirt to start talking. But he slowly brought it back up again. "To my face"
"What can I say? You're... gorgeous." He softly chuckled, I bit my lip.
I felt the moment stop, right here, right now.
It's just me and him.
His hand went to my jaw, caressing my cheek with his thumb. His other hand went to my waist. Mine went to his shoulders, and he finally closed the gap between us.
Sweet, simple and loving kiss.
_
I rushed through the hallways. My hair was a mess, the climate changing was finally hitting. Warmer breezes came so now I didn’t had to use cold weather outfits.
A black sparkly dress suited the occasion, I was finally presenting my project. The best of my career.
Finally reaching the office, I quickly introduced myself, since I was already running late.
My idea was not complicated at all, dark romance was in it.
Revenge was all written over it.
"This will totally be a hit, you made it again!"
"Thats so kind of you to say, thank you"
"It's well deserved, 4 months was more than enough for you to give us these amazing songs. Ugh, you're so amazing sweetie!"
None of it would have been possible if it wasn't for Charles. Most of the songs on my about-to-be new album were based from the piano. Later, in the studio, the arrangements were made.
Miracles do happen after all.
"Can't wait for what comes next." I shrieked.
"Neither do we, but you know this takes time, we can do a little more fixing and a lot a lot a lot of marketing. I can already see you on the hot 100 billboard" She smiled to me, and the team gave me thumbs up in approval.
Most of the time getting them to like one of my song, is quite hard, but I guess I'm getting their respect.
It all went as smooth as butter.
I excused myself from their office, eagerly waiting to get home.
The drive over there seemed like an eternity, but it was all worth it, getting out of the car I padded my dress so that the bottom part looked decent. Charles was waiting for me, before my meeting he had told me he had a surprise for me.
I finally opened the door, and soon my nostrils smelled pasta. Fresh pasta.
I physically relaxed, I realized I was home.
My eyes fixated on the piano, the one Charles bought so that he could teach me how to play it. That piano made miracles.
On top of it, fresh flowers were carefully placed in the edge, light pink popped from them. I smiled to myself, he must have listened when I told him my favorite color was pink.
I left my purse on the table, and decided to take a look at the kitchen.
There he was, my handsome man. He had an apron, with no shirt to cover him underneath. Some jeans, messy hair and his glasses gave him the final touch.
He had music on the background, and he was whistling to the melody while stirring the pasta, taking a close look at it so it wouldn’t burn.
He didn’t notice me, so I came up and carefully wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my cheek on his back.
His hand came up to mine, tangling our fingers together while the other kept stirring the pot, I smiled feeling his warm fingers on mine.
The next song played, a more upbeat song, and one of my favorites too.
I let him go, and he instantly turned around to see me, his sweet smile just made my whole day. His dimples were brighter than ever, and his eyes made my heart skip a beat.
I reflected his smile on my lips. He cupped my face and planted a deep desperate kiss, I chuckled in it.
“Ugh, I’ve missed you so much, you have no idea ma chérie” he said in between, I stretched my arms and wrapped them tightly around his neck.
He hold me and spun me around lifting my feet.
Laughter was in the air, the one feeling where he and I just existed, nothing else. Not media talking about my love life, not Jake calling on me at late hours at night, not his followers doubting about our relationship.
I did too, before he showed me all the love in the world. More than anyone has showed me in years, he showed me the stars and depths of the ocean with just a few weeks.
I needed nothing else, but him.
He stopped spinning, looked at me in the face, and removed a string of hair falling from its place. I can feel my cheeks burn, and it only took one look at him.
“Charles, you are the best thing that ever existed, you know that, right?”
I asked with concern, I want him to know.
To know he is my everything.
He laughed, warming my heart. “I know, you don’t need to say anything or do anything. I think- just think I love you” he whispered the end.
“I love you too.” I answered with the same tome he did. He caught my lips, deepening it. He almost desperately lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his torso.
In a matter of seconds, I felt a knot forming on my lower stomach. I should feel ashamed of how fast Charles makes me feel this way.
Soft moans fill the room along with the loud music.
“You don’t have to do anything” He said in-between kisses, repeating what he said earlier.
“I want to” I replied, tangling my fingers in his short hair. He did a final push, so that I could feel how hard he was.
My heartbeat rate was seriously not natural at this point.
He lifted slightly the bottom of my dress. I did not stop him, so he continued.
Slowly, his fingers where so close at my sensible area, I could almost feel them.
I closed my legs so that I could feel a little bit of friction. He quickly opened them again, wider this time.
His lips left mine he devilishly smiled at me as he got on his knees. If I wasn’t on the table I, for sure, would´ve folded.
He trailed wet kisses on my thighs, taking his sweet time to get where I wanted him to. With his hands, he opened my legs even more, finally, his tongue touched the sweet spot.
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I didn’t know what to do.
Charles along with Lando made a big party for my new album, it had just been out for a few hours, and It was trending everywhere.
Every. Single. Song.
My relationship with Charles was relatively new, the new F1 season started, and I’d travel with both of my boys.
We were currently at Monaco, just after Friday practice.
I decided to throw Reputation out to the world this day, because of Monaco. Here is where everything started, and here is where I wanted to celebrate it.
I wanted everyone to know who my heart belonged with, and it was not going to be a soft launch.
Charles came to me with two shots on his hand, he handed me one and passed his arms around my shoulders, joining the conversation I was having with my team.
“Here he is, the golden boy!”
One of them said, he smiled and kissed my forehead.
“Oh he is handsome! No wonder all those songs were written about you.”
“Thank you Janet, I’m sure he knows how head over heels I am for him by now”
I said embarrassed, the lyrics on the songs weren’t that saint. Not at all.
Besides, everyone here knew who I was talking about in those songs, they all knew who was by my side all along.
I quickly took my shot, and Charles followed. I excused us from the group, they all waved us goodbyes as my lover and I went to a much more private place.
“I’m so proud of you” he said, kissing me gently and lovingly.
“Couldn’t have done it without you” I said in between. I felt his smile on my lips. I caressed his cheek, feeling his short beard on the tips of my hands.
“So… can I tell everyone how good I make you feel? Cause I wouldn’t want anyone else taking my place.”
“I think they will all know who I’m talking about, mon bel homme” he laughed at the horrible accent I was carrying.
“Ma belle fille” Charles sweetly said.
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well if it's not too much trouble :')), i would like relationship headcanons for pomefiore with an mc who was naughty and headstrong in school but when she graduated she became an iconic top model like cara delevingne an "anti-model" I mean someone who completely changed the paradigms of beauty, characterized by being different !, full of life and combining her beauty with her wild and fun side~ version twisted wonderland jaja well to sum it all up, "mc becoming un icónic model in twst" hehe that would be all~ thanks and take care \^^/
oooooo this sounds fun!
Request rules and Masterlists
Vil:
you two are an iconic couple in the media
and Vil is very impressed with everything you've done and your work
he really enjoys being able to work with you because you make modeling more fun
and he tries to do projects with you a lot
he may even indulge you every once in a while and embrace his more fun side with you
he wouldn't dare try to change the way you model or work
he thinks you're perfect in your own way
#couplegoals
Vil has spent most of his life trying to be the most perfect and beautiful so he was baffled when you became a top model by being so different and showing off your more wild side
but he loves you for it all
and he's very proud of everything you do
when you two were in school, he didn't think you would become an iconic model
he knew you were beautiful but your more naughty and headstrong side showed more
it's hard for a model to be like that, so he never thought much of the idea
Rook:
he's your #1 fan and leader of your fanclub
he adored watching you in school and developing into this iconic model
you're like a lovely flower that he got to watch bloom
and he loved every second of it
Rook has never doubted you or your likeliness to become a model
you are incredibly beautiful after all
your wild and headstrong side only adds to your beauty
it shows a more genuine and human side of being a model that everyone can appreciate
you're very different from other models and he loves you for that
everyday he showers you with praise for all your accomplishments
Rook has been on the search for a better understanding of beauty for a very long time and thanks to you, he feels he does understand more
in his mind, you completely redefined what beauty means
Epel:
Epel is so unbelievably proud of you
he always loved how wild you were in school, and he didn't expect you to become a model
his view on models is that they're all very stuck up and focused on being perfect
but you challenged that view for him and the rest of the world
he absolutely loves how you're different from other models and not afraid to show your more fun and wild side to the media
he thinks you are what every other model should be
Epel has spent a lot of time in Pomefiore trying to hide his more wild side because that's what was demanded of him so seeing you be able to be one of the most iconic and top models really warms his heart
he has so much love for you and your work because you're so genuine and fun when you work
so even though modeling and the media isn't his forte, he is one of your biggest supporters
#twisted wonderland#twst#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#vil schoenheit#twst vil#twst vil x reader#vil x reader#vil shoenheit x reader#rook hunt#twst rook#rook hunt x reader#rook x reader#epel felmier#twst epel#epel felmier x reader#epel x reader#pomefiore#pomefiore x reader
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I'll never understand why tmnt has a problem with utilizing Mikey to his fullest I feel like the 2003 series did the best with some what representing Mikey because they don't baby him or act like he's completely incompetent I also like how you can see that he hide a lot more than what meets the eyes from others and how he's not a complete moron who is actually smart in some cases and has a lot more complex feelings and depth to him where's that Mikey? I would love to see more of that side explored because even in other tmnt series you can tell that he really is complex with more than what he lets on in the 1987 series he struggles with some insecurity which you can see in one the title called what's Mikey good for anyway and two the birthday episode which it's been a while since I seen I'll have to re watch that one but from what I can remember he was ready to leave the team because everyone was pretending that it wasn't his birthday and it made him feel so unloved or cared for he was ready to leave this is from what I can remember so it may be inaccurate and in the 2012 series we also see how he feels when he uses the mutagen and gets bumps all over him or how he talked to Chris Bradford about how he felt towards his bros not taking him serious . and the cut movie that was about him being a foot solider also shared the concept of the birthday one with him feeling un love and running away to join the foot clan it's like the creators have some vendetta against him I just wish we could get more Mikey focus because it's really un fair how much Leo gets out of all of them like Leo isn't the only main Turtle like rise pull the Leo sacrifice crap or main character like they always do I'm tired of Leo and don't care about his development as a character because we see it 1000 times already you know? doesn't mean I hate Leo I love him he's my second fave it's just that he always gets the spotlight and it's time for Mikey to get some action. sorry about how long this one is
You summed up all my thoughts on this about tmnt especially with how it baby's and dumbs down Mikey like he's way more complex than ha-ha comedian this is why the 2003 version and rise version are my fave of Mikey specifically I like all other versions of him but if I had to choose favorite versions of them specifically.
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In Only Seven Days
In honor of our man John Richard Deacon being born on August the 19th 1951, I got a little somethin happy birthday king
Word Count: 9.1k
Warnings: drinking, language I think, lil bit of drama but lots of cutesy stuff, and sexy times again not too bad but 18+ nonetheless
MONDAY
Interview Monday. Recording Tuesday. Clean the flat Wednesday. Record Thursday. Record Friday. Sit around and get nothing done in the studio Saturday. And then photoshoot and listen to Roger complain about his insipid “drum sound” Sunday.
John was stuck in a draining cycle. Of course, there were exciting moments of respite like a party or or concert every once in a while, but those had grown few and far between as of late, and John couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone and gotten a drink, or Hell, even smiled beyond the flash of a false nicety to the studio’s secretary every morning, and that was just so he wouldn’t seem like a complete dick.
It was a miserable, rainy, English Friday night when the sun had set unreasonably early and Brian’s whining about wanting more of a guitar solo had finally pushed John over the edge. The next morning he immediately looked for a flight in the phone book to the farthest place away possible, which seemingly just so happened to be the island of Bali. The cost was massive, but with buzzwords like “sun” and “far” John couldn’t find it in him to care. By Sunday evening, a suitcase was packed and a brief note was left on his bass guitar, leaving the others with not much beyond a simple “hasta la vista.”
And so, Monday, after a long but relaxing Freddie-less and Roger-lacking flight (with a touch of Brian-emptiness), and a simple taxi ride and check in to the resort (which he assumed was a result of the large sum he had thrown to some B-class travel agent) John felt something beautiful and serene: freedom, even if it was just for this one week. Eyes weighed heavy, body un-tensing upon a soft mattress, pillow chocolates tossed carelessly aside, and a balmy heat surrounding him, John finally allowed himself to relax.
***
You could hardly believe your luck. Every quarter, your work held a raffle for the employees where they gave away something nice to a winner chosen at random. Gift cards, a new TV set, and good department store discounts were the typical sort of prizes. But this time, the winnings were bigger. A weeks holiday for one at a resort in Bali. It was more expensive than the usual prizes, but you supposed since the holidays weren’t so far off it made sense that they’d bulk up the winnings. You hadn’t expected to win, really, you never had with any of the other items before. But here you were, one week later in Bali. You were quite happy. You didn’t know much about the island, but who were you to turn down a week of relaxation? A week of beach, sun, drinks, and massages were of no complaint, and you were sure you’d leave satisfied by the end of it all. Everything between traveling and checking in had gone smoothly, as per arranged by your work, and after a nice dinner in the hotel you sunk into bed. The vacation really would be nice. It had been a stressful quarter; you deserved it. It was easy to fall asleep dreaming about an upcoming week of nothing.
TUESDAY
It was all really nice. Relaxing, just like you’d thought. After a wonderful breakfast and glorious morning in the spa, you decided to soak up some sun, a rarity in November, and headed down to the beach. The hotel had its own reserved section of the beach with canopies and chairs set up, but you decided to go the more bohemian route of laying on your towel in the sand. You closed your eyes, soaking up the rays, feeling recharged already. You weren’t sure how long you had been lying there for before you opened your eyes, blinking harshly at the light reflecting upon the water as your vision returned to normal. Once you could see you lazily took. In your surroundings. Then you noticed him.
A man around your age, with perfect brown hair staring at you. Typically when men stared at you (especially older men and especially when you were in a bikini) it made you quite uncomfortable, a low predatory gaze directed your way, but this man’s eyes read the complete opposite, and there wasn’t any way you could know that except for that you just did. Maybe it was how his eyes weren’t raking over you like a possession, but rather like a fascination of a piece of art, how you’d look at the Mona Lisa. There wasn’t anything but genuine in his gaze, like he had known you fondly and forever. You couldn’t say you were reciprocating, maybe you were trying to, but you were a bit too transfixed. He was cute, handsome, and even if he had been looking your way in a more typically male fashion it wouldn’t have been an invitation you would have necessarily turned away. But it was more than that, and even though you could have sworn you had never seen this man in your life, he nearly could’ve convinced you that you had. The intensity, and unexpectedness of this moment had made you feel something, perhaps not a butterfly fluttering in your stomach, but maybe a chrysalis or a caterpillar at the very least. Then your eyes met, just for a second, and wanting to show that his gaze was welcome, you gave him a smile, a big one which flew onto your face on its own accord. He smiled back, a bit nervous but you could both understand that this was an uncommon but special moment for the both of you.
But then, moment over. Somebody’s kid ran past screaming, kicking sand all over the place, covering your hair which you had really wanted to stay clean. The moment was broken, and you sighed, quickly dusting yourself off before standing and shaking off your towel. You planned to give the man another smile, one that silently commented on the situation, but you couldn’t see him any longer when you looked again. It was still very bright, so you shaded your eyes, scanning the promenade left to right, and right to left, but nothing. He was gone, almost like a sweet figment of your imagination. You sighed and walked back to your room to take a shower before dinner.
***
Silence was a gift. A glorious gift that John had bought for himself through this trip. It was everything he needed. And he found himself on the beach minutes after his late breakfast (more brunch— he deserved to sleep in). Ensuring he was properly sun protected (thanks to his pasty British winter complexion, he was susceptible to burning), he headed down for a full day at the beach. He would poke around the hotel later; he had plenty of time for that. As he reclined in one of the chairs which the resort had set out, he only heard the deep and true push and pull of waves, and the calming distant chatter of others. In and out of dozing, he had to have been there for hours when he felt a bit parched, and intended to get up for a drink, something fancy, he had in mind. But then he saw her.
She was the most beautiful woman to ever exist, there was no doubt about it. A short circuit shot and fired in his brain, and his senses turned to mush from no result of being in the sun too long. She simply strolled out closer to the water and laid out her towel, perfectly, and laid down. It was effortless and eternal, her existence seemingly solely to captivate John. The quiet that had overtaken him earlier which he so desperately wanted was gone, replaced by a million screams of disbelief and yearning.
He felt like he knew her, that they were meant to be and connected. That the universe had perfectly designed this moment just for him for something wonderful he must have done. If that were the case, he would thank the universe every day of his life from now on. All thoughts of getting a drink were gone as he was glued to his chair, but in an upright position, looking at her, probably quite obviously and maybe creepily. But he couldn’t move or do anything but admire.
This had never happened to him before. There were people John had been attracted to before from fleeting looks, sure, but never one with such a physical and visceral reaction. He didn’t know why either; it’s like everything that needed to work, every box that could possibly need to be checked off simply was and beyond.
Then, she stood up, and somehow, looked at him. John froze further, somehow becoming liquid, frozen solid, and feeling light as air at the same time. She smiled. He smiled back, but not as good as hers was.
Then the moment was over. Everything came crashing back, reality, sense, and social awareness, and he realized how big of a fool of himself he must have just made. Before the sand could clear and the most recent wave could be pulled back out to sea, John panicked and scurried away. He couldn’t spare a glance back. Breaking out into a sweat unrelated to the tropical heat, he quickly ran back to his room, where maybe he would just spend the rest of the trip now.
But no, after a shower and cooling down and finally getting that drink (although he just ordered one to his room instead of going to the bar like he wanted) he came to his senses a bit.
Instant physical attraction, just a small crush, that’s all it was. This happened all the time to… everyone, really. John shook his head to himself, opening his balcony window to sit on the porch and enjoy the sunset with his drink. He was being silly. It was a bit strange he had such a reaction, but he had simply found a woman attractive. Nothing wrong with that. In fact, it had been a while for him. It was probably that, and a mixture of being tired from travel and the heat. He shouldn’t overthink it. This holiday was just for relaxing, so he closed his eyes once more, and that’s what he did.
WEDNESDAY
John somewhat shamefully admitted to himself by the end of the day that he had gone a bit out of his way to find her again. But no luck. He tried the beach, but she wasn’t there, but to be fair he went at a different time today than yesterday. Nothing in the restaurant, but maybe she ate dinner early, and nothing at the bar. And then the entire day had passed by and John realized how silly he had been searching for her all day instead of enjoying his vacation. So he booked a late night massage, ordered extra pillow chocolates to his room which he gorged upon while watching mindless TV, and then fell asleep. Relaxing like he wanted. But he couldn’t push the thought out of his head anymore once his head hit the pillow. He hoped that he would see her again, tomorrow, ever, he didn’t mind. He just needed to see her again, to confirm to himself that he had in fact just been acting silly and it was just a crush. That’s what he told himself. But really he knew deep down it’s because he needed to see her again. But that would have to wait for tomorrow.
***
Maybe he really had been a figment of your imagination. No luck at the beach, bar, or restaurant, or even in the spa, and you may have accidentally on purpose walked past the men’s pool changing room to peer in just in case (unfortunately for you that resulted in seeing way too much potential-naked-old-man). So you sighed and booked yourself a pedicure, which was soothing, and had your dinner, which was lovely, and headed down to the bar for a second time.
It wasn’t particularly crowded for a Wednesday evening, but you supposed that made sense. You had some nice drinks, mostly kept to yourself, talked to the bartender a bit, and then a nice man came up to you. He was attractive, and you’d normally entertain the both of you for at least a little bit before you decide to dive in or cut it off, but you didn’t even let it get that far this time. He was nice and good looking, but he wasn’t that other man. It seemed ridiculous of you to turn down advances like you were already in a relationship, but something didn’t feel right. The moment on the beach the other day felt too unresolved to have anything else happen with, well, anyone. So you gave stiff answers and turned away quickly from the man, and he got the message and wandered off. You finished your drinks and headed back to your room. Where was he? And why did you want to see him so badly again? You couldn’t answer, though, as your eyes grew heavy from all of the thinking, all of the running around looking for him, and from the tinge of alcohol coursing through your system.
THURSDAY
Another day of relaxation, or at least an attempt to. The encounter with the man still pervaded your thoughts, although maybe a little less as time went on. Good. Probably. No use dwelling over it. You thought to yourself in the morning why this was sticking with you so much. Maybe it was just the intensity. No one had ever looked at you so thoroughly before, and it made you feel hungry to be understood. It was a particular glance, something you’d remember fondly and mention to your friends a bit off hand and more casually than what was actually warranted. You’d leave out the part about obsessing over it for days, or maybe you’d add that in to the anecdote humorously, because classic Y/N, always creating an extreme romance-Disney-Princess-love-at-first-sight scenario in your head.
Or maybe you wouldn’t mention it, because it still felt too big and special to comprehend. You really couldn’t process why this was on your mind so harshly. You tried to put it aside a bit, still there in the back of your nagging conscious, but not at the forefront, which would have to do.
Since this was on your mind on some level, however, it made you too present to completely space out and mindlessly enjoy the pampering, so you were all too aware of the monotony of your vacation routine.
Not like there was much else to do. So you sucked it up and did the same stuff as you did the day before and before, and it was fine, and then you found yourself in the bar again, a mid-level conversation in with the bartender, and a few drinks down, enough for a bit of a buzz but nothing where you weren’t completely aware of your surroundings. The conversation died down with the bartender after a few more people came in and he had to take their orders, leaving you stirring your drink. You sighed, looking to see who had come in, and saw no one special. A middle aged couple, an elderly couple, another middle aged couple… there was certainly a type that the resort attracted. And it seemed like no one was there alone besides you either. Well, besides one other. But maybe he—, no, probably— he had a girlfriend too, she was just out of sight for the moment. Maybe you had confused the entire situation and were an idiot. You stirred your drink again. Took a sip. Looked up again. And there, right in front of you, he was.
***
John stupidly (he assumed) spent his entire day looking for you again while disguising it as taking part in a normal vacation. He didn’t look very much harder, or very well he suspected, as he simply checked the same spots (though he was on time for the beach today) and had no luck. Spa, beach, restaurant, beach, lobby, beach, nothing, until he called it quits and decided to finally get that drink at the bar he had been holding off since Tuesday. He freshened himself up a bit, making himself for presentable for the venue, and made his way down, giving up a little bit in his mind at finding you, which was deeply disappointing but a bit comforting as it was a load off of his mind.
But then everything was rushing back. He walked in, and saw you there, stirring your drink so brilliantly, and every seemingly ridiculous little desperation that had plagued him about you for the past couple of days came rushing back to him.
You sat in a perfect, casual yet formal warm weather dress, stirring what looked to be some extravagant fruit cocktail, looking a bit bored, definitely alone and with no one else. You couldn’t possibly be in a relationship if you were at the bar like this, right? John collected his mind the best that he could (physically however he was still stuck gaping in the entryway like an idiot). This was his chance. He normally wasn’t so forward. The girls after concerts usually came up to him and the others themselves, he never really had to make the initial approach. But it was for this reason with you standing all alone so perfectly that he decided to go for it, because if the way he had been kicking himself for running away for the past day and a half was a preview to how the rest of his life would be if he had never given it a chance, he was in for a long and painful ride. Finally collecting himself physically as well (luckily you hadn’t seemed to have seen him) he made his way over to you. He walked right up to you, up to your field of vision, and then you looked at each other again. It was the same as before, more so and better up close. At least it confirmed to him that he had made the correct decision in obsessing over you, that it wasn’t a complete loss, because he could see better now that you were definitely worth obsessing over. John had made a critical mistake however. He forgot to think of something to say to you once he got up here. Or anything at all.
***
You could see that he was having a hard time, that he was nervous, but you found it endearing that he could be so sheepish, and not just to be nice in social politics. You were very glad to see him again. While his problem seemed to be that he was (hopefully) so excited that he couldn’t say anything, yours was the opposite. Seeing him again made you giddy, like you could gab on for hours about how you felt, or maybe just giggle about it to yourself in amazement. But you decided to help him out.
“Hi,” you said softly, thinking that was a good place to start. The man gulped. You seemed to have successfully snapped him out of his stupor for the time being. He smiled, embarrassed, but it was so lovely. His cheeks rosed.
“Hi…” he drifted off, then realizing he was being an idiot again, “Sorry, I— I think I saw you at the beach the other day,” he said in a whimsy tone, struck by so much of you.
You nodded. “I think I saw you too. I’m Y/N.”
Y/N. It was the most beautiful name he had ever heard, an antidote in verbal form to any ailment he’d ever had. John didn’t believe in God necessarily but he believed there could be one now with that name, it was too divine otherwise. He was staring again.
“Would you like to sit down?” you asked, nodding your head to the empty seat he was near.
“If you wouldn’t mind,” he smiled, but this time really smiled, and you were beyond delighted when you saw the adorable gap between his front teeth. “What are you having?”
“Just a spritz.”
“Oh, those are good.”
“Are you gonna get something?” you asked with a teasing smile, catching him become distracted again.
“Oh! Yes.” He ordered a Pilsner. Each of you took a sip contentedly. The silence wasn’t awkward, though it persisted, it felt necessary to drink everything in, quite literally.
“What’s your name?” you asked.
“Oh, sorry, John. It’s John,” he said, cursing himself for being so starstruck in a sense. You sipped again. He gulped. “This… may sound strange, but I feel like I’ve met you before, even though I’m almost sure I haven’t.” He paused. “Sorry. That’s silly.” You put your hand on his arm, and his skin burned wonderfully at the contact.
“No. I didn’t know how to bring it up, but I feel the same way,” you nodded.
“That’s part of why I was looking at you the other day. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I didn’t mean to.”
“No, you didn’t at all.”
“Good,” you both smiled, and sipped again, feet pointed towards each other in clear direct interest. “What brings you to Bali?” he asked. You stirred your drink and smiled excitedly.
“I won a week here from a raffle my company does. I didn’t expect to win! It was such a nice surprise. It’s been so nice too.”
“Isn’t it? It’s gorgeous here.”
“What brings you here then? All the way from… Leicestershire?” you said, trying to place his accent. John chuckled.
“Good ear. But I live in London now. And I’m escaping from the hooligans I have to unfortunately live and work with.” He said. You chuckled.
“Hooligans, hm? You’ll have to tell me more,” you prompted. John continued to tell you all about his band, the other boys, and all of the antics they got up to in their youth, and still today really. You thought it was charming how John took charge of his life and set his boundary when things got too intense at work, and took a trip to Bali. That, and you were grateful to be around him in general. You also graciously learned that the both of you were single, due to some stars aligning in the universe. The two of you hit it off, and talked nonstop. You had never felt such ease of conversation between someone. Lots of times in your life you didn’t know how to continue a person, like you couldn’t read or relate to people and the conversation would fizzle out, even if you enjoyed it, racking your brain for something more, but that never happened with John, or at least so far. He always managed to keep you engaged and excited to talk to him, and in the ways you least expected but was most pleased with. You felt alight and recharged for anything, really, once the bartender alerted you that the bar was soon closing for the night, and you realized you were just about the only two left. It had been like time stood still when you were with John. You turned back to him from the bartender after they’d warned you. You two were silent for a moment.
“What was the other part?” you enquired.
“Other part?”
“Earlier. You said when you were looking at me the other day, part of it was because you felt like you knew me. What was the other part?” John took a deep breath in. You could tell he was nervous, and grabbed his hand that was nearest to you and gave it a squeeze. That, and maybe the alcohol was making you a bit more willing to be more touchy with John.
“Because I’d never seen someone so beautiful before in my life,” he sighed, looking deep into your eyes, seeing you truly, uncensored.
“John…” you sighed happily. Usually you’d think this was some sort of trick to get you in bed, but you could tell, you just knew John meant it. And he was talking about the inside, too, and you felt so whole.
“I know, it’s cheesy, but I… can’t describe it. It just is. You just are.” You grabbed his other hand.
“I believe you John. And I think the same thing,” you said, fluttering your eyelashes a bit as you looked down at your hands. He squeezed them and your eyes met again.
The bartender gave the two of you a pleading look, and taking pity on him, understanding he wanted to finish his long day, you both glanced towards the door. You hopped off the stool and started to shuffle reluctantly towards the door with John by your side. Once you had exited the bar, standing outside the glass doors, the beautiful manicured garden of the resort behind you, the only sound coming from the trickling fountain put in as an outdoor centerpiece and the ocean softly in the distance, a sigh, a constant pushing of everything together. The only light a few small outside lamps no more than a minimal illumination for the footpath, and the moon shining down, as the lights to the bar shut off. John faced you and took your hands, everything shining in each other’s eyes. Your palms were held high as your fingers interwove.
“Can I see you again tomorrow?” John breathed, whispered. You nodded fervently.
“Of course. I have all day.” John looked at you intensely and kissed the back of one of your hands.
“Meet for breakfast? At the buffet?” he asked.
“Perfect,” you smiled. You managed to tear away for a moment, and parted in opposite directions to your own rooms. You didn’t need to look back, and neither did he, because you knew you’d see each other again.
FRIDAY
You met John right on time, and maybe you’d woken up a bit earlier to make sure you looked extra nice for breakfast. When you saw him, large smiles flew onto both of your faces and you walked directly to him, everything looking clean, fresh, bright, and wonderful in the morning sunlight. He was even more adorable with his slightly pillow-ruffled hair and wide awake eyes.
“Good morning,” you said, giggling a little, and you didn’t even know why.
“Morning,” John said happily back, also giggling a bit, just excited to see you again. “Sleep well?”
“Yeah. You?”
“Amazing,” John smiled. “Shall we eat?” he said, gesturing to the food. You nodded. John handed you a plate and you each loaded up on the complimentary continental breakfast that was included for staying at the resort. You both sat down at a table with a fantastic beach view. You both seemed to take it in for a moment before turning to your food, and then each other. Neither of you could stop smiling.
“The weather’s been so nice here,” you said.
“Yeah, we really lucked out. I heard it rains quite often. Just like jolly ol’ England,” said John. You chuckled and agreed. “I feel I was a bit selfish last night. I only spoke about me,” he said, eyebrows furrowing for a moment.
“No! I enjoyed it. You’re fascinating, John!” you chuckled. He blushed at the compliment.
“But I do want to know more about you. Tell me about this job you work at, where you win trips to Bali.”
“You make it sound like I do this all the time,” you laughed again. You proceeded to tell him about your career, your studies to get you there, and just how passionate you were about the subject and lucky you felt to be working somewhere you loved. John loved seeing you light up about the things you were ardent about. “But I really do enjoy it. I could only dream about such a thing when I was a kid,” you finished, also taking the last bite of your food. “Look at me, now I’ve been the one talking all about myself,” you smiled sheepishly.
“Not at all. To quote someone I know, you’re fascinating,” he smiled. It was your turn to blush now. John took the final sip of the glass of milk he had gotten for himself. He stood up and cleared your plate without asking, ever the gentleman. You stood up to thank him.
“I’m sure I’ll gain a few pounds from these daily high sugar breakfast pancakes by the end of this trip,” he commented. You smiled at his quip. He began to say something else, but before he could you spoke over him.
“Would you like to come to the beach with me?” You said quickly, and then composing yourself a little and blushing at your eagerness. “I mean— I was going to spend most of the day lazing around there. Might take a dip. Only if you’re not busy,” you said softly. John beamed at how adorable you were. You could’ve then sworn your heart stopped when he suddenly brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.
“I’d love to,” he said.
You both agreed to change and then meet back at the private beach entrance in a few minutes. You met, and John looked perfectly handsome, all tan from the former days of sun, and John used all of his willpower to compose himself around you in your bikini, trying not to stare. You chuckled, noticing, but took his hand before he could feel bad about it (because it wasn’t unwelcome in the slightest) and led him towards the sand, towards two chairs that had been set up in front of an umbrella. After coating yourself in copious amounts of sunscreen and scolding John for not putting on enough (“John, it isn’t safe!”) and laughing again when he then smeared an exaggerated amount of lotion on his nose like a lifeguard before rubbing it in, the two of you settled down and talked more. The conversation eventually died out naturally and both of you soaked in the rays peacefully, and soaked in each other’s presence, each which had a glorious contented effect on the other. You were so relaxed, more so than any spa treatment or nap had made you feel in the days prior. You were so relaxed in fact, that you didn’t notice John had been gone until you sensed the light shift over your eyes, shading them further. You opened them, blinking to the sudden light, to see John smiling over you and holding out two ice creams, one for each of you. You gasped excitedly and took one, thanking him as you began to eat the delicious treat.
“How’d you know chocolate was my favorite?” you asked.
“Lucky guess,” he smiled. The two of you finished quickly, laughing as you each attempted to catch the drips before it made a mess, the ice cream melting fast in the sun. You both inevitably ended up, however, with sticky hands, and a few drops on your stomachs and legs, the heat too much for the frozen treat. You looked to each other and laughed at your states.
“Come on, let’s clean off,” you said, nodding towards the water. John began to stand up. “Race you?” you said, and took off before John could realize what you had said. But momentarily, you heard him scoff and accuse you of cheating, and then sand being kicked behind you. You squealed as the cool water reached your toes, and then even more so when John suddenly grabbed your waist and pushed the both of you further into the water. Both of you fell softly as the waves caught any impact you might have had, soaking you both, but you couldn’t seem to care as you both attempted to stand, hard to do with all of the laughter.
“I won,” said John, catching his breath.
“I wouldn’t necessarily call that winning,” you smiled. John retaliated by splashing a bit of water back at you, and you did so back. Before it got too ugly your breath hitched as John once again put a hand on your waist like he had moments before. He brushed now a wet strand of your hair behind your ear once more, and you placed a hand on his forearm. You both saw into each other’s eyes, understanding how special you were to each other in this moment. You each turned to the horizon, watching the sun glitter off of the waves as it began to descend into a gilded set. You both stood and watched for a few minutes, and you gasped excitedly as the sun gave off an emerald flash as it bent under the water’s horizon.
“That was so beautiful,” you whispered.
“It was,” said John, but he was looking more at you than anything else. You turned to him. “Meet me for dinner. Let’s clean up and meet for dinner,” he said. You nodded excitedly. You walked back to your rooms once more and agreed to meet at the reception area in an hour.
After a shower, singing to yourself happily the entire time, you decided on what to wear. You decided on a black sundress that you had brought, one you had meant to pass as casual but could definitely be more formal. It’s why you had bought it in the first place a while ago, it was good for switching from day to night when you didn’t have time to properly change. By some alignment of the stars, you had packed it with you. You gave yourself the best blowout you could with the small hairdryer included in your room’s amenities and touched your makeup up a bit before heading to the hotel’s reception. He was already there when you arrived. His eyes found yours and widened, taking in your form.
“Y/N…” he trailed off. “you look beautiful,” he said in a daze.
“Back at you,” you giggled, making John blush. He really did look extremely handsome. He also seemed to not have packed anything particularly formal, but looked incredible in some flares and a button down, which revealed his tanned chest underneath. “Shall we?” he asked. You nodded, and looped your arm into his.
You arrived to the restaurant, mutually deciding to try something outside of the resort for the first time all week for each of you, and decided on a nice looking place nearby. It was still relatively tourist-y, so there were still English menus, but it felt nice to get out. You each ordered drinks, a nice meat entree each, and shared a chocolate cake for desert as the conversation flowed easily between you two throughout the night. You felt like you were soaring around John, and he felt enlightened by you. Each of you felt like there was a motivational reason to wake up in the morning for each other. John, ever the gentleman, insisted on paying for the meal (though you forced him to let you pay for the drinks at least) and you were soon walking hand in hand through the quiet, dimly lit streets through the night. John additionally insisted on walking you to your room, and you were sure you’d never smiled so much by the time you’d arrived in front of your door. The conversation halted naturally as you turned around to face him, your hands still firmly in his. His breath hitched, and he felt choked nearly as you looked at him, your gazes so intense.
“I had the loveliest evening John,” you whispered.
“Me too.” He brought one of your hand up and gave it a kiss, and your heart just about melted. You couldn’t help but move closer to him a bit.
“Not just the dinner. The whole day has been amazing. One of the best I’ve ever had,” you started. He nodded firmly. “I know that seems strange to say. But it’s true.”
“Me too. I feel the same way. It feels a bit ridiculous to say, since I’ve only known you for so shortly, but everything feels so… right. And I hope you don’t think I’m too forward to say such a thing,” he confessed. He had confessed more than just his appreciation of the day in his speech, and you both knew it; it didn’t have to be said directly. John would normally never be this forward. He could be very blunt at times, but not in anything more genuine than annoyance at Brian. And the petty side of him typically made everyone around him figure everything out. He was usually the type sit back and watch, to laugh at the inevitable he could seemingly predict, but none of that seemed right here. All John could feel was genuine and good, and it was so overwhelming he had to say it out loud, in very plain terms. Never had he felt something so physical, so emotional. The two of you were simply understood and all of yourselves. You moved closer to each other.
“Not at all. I’ve never felt so right in my life,” you finished. You moved even closer and your arms slid from John’s hand up to his arms, and then his shoulders. With a final look into each other’s eyes, John grabbed your face gently and pulled your lips to his. It was the sweetest kiss, the sweetest touch either of you had ever felt. His hands fell to your waist and you fell into each other further. Only when you couldn’t breath any more did either of you pull away. You smiled at each other, breathing in each other’s scents so close, and continued to hold each other. John once again brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, and you immediately did the same to him, causing both of you to fall into a fit of giggles before you quieted each other in another kiss.
“See you tomorrow?” John asked hopefully as you pulled away again.
“Definitely,” you said, giving him a final peck before unlocking your room and giving him a smile as you closed the door.
You flopped down, extremely contented on your soft bed. You didn’t even bother to shower, do your skin care routine, change, or brush your teeth as you immediately fell into a wonderful slumber. You just couldn’t. You were too exhausted (in a good way) to move, and you wanted just some semblance of you to keep the night forever.
John had a little more of his wits as he managed to get ready for bed, but he also flopped quickly into the white, fluffy sheets. His mind was racing more nonstop. He kept trying to convince himself, that he must be crazy, There’s no way this could be happening to him. He hand only seen you a matter of days ago, let alone talked to you for less, and John struggled to convince himself he didn’t have feelings for you. He kept trying to find a reason that this was insane, absolutely crazy, but he simply couldn’t convince himself of that. He didn’t believe such a thing, because everything simply was so perfect with you. Outsiders would call him crazy, stupid, and he’d always wondered how some people got married after a matter of weeks of dating and had lasting relationships, but now he seemed to understand it more. He only had ever heard such stories in hushed tones about family gossip for some sort of distant uncle, and everyone had thought they were crazy, or the local storekeeper had done the same thing, and John had agreed that love at first sight was a type of insanity, and laughed at the thought. But none of it was funny now. It was all so beautiful, and he could really truly feel it.
John turned around in bed happily, and took a quick glance at the alarm clock near his bed. It had just turned midnight. Saturday. One day left.
SATURDAY
When John woke up, he was even more in a panic. All of the contentedness gone. He had only just begun to realize it last night, but it was truly setting in now. Just one day. 24 hours. Before he had to leave Bali, head back to England, into the miserable November weather and rain, and his insipid bandmates. One day until he had to leave you. How could he possibly do such a thing? He couldn’t imagine living a second without a promise of you. He felt sick, genuinely ill as he laid in bed, but again, the promise of you was the only thing to get him out. He felt shaky, in a blind panic, and couldn’t even eat as he made his way out for the day. This was probably silly as well, but John couldn’t help it. Did you know? Did you even realize that he was leaving so soon? How could you be alright with it? John couldn’t stand it.
The truth is, you had realized it. You didn’t know when John was leaving necessarily, but as for you it was tomorrow afternoon. But you had not panicked. You couldn’t, because you couldn’t bear to think of it at all. The second the thought had come into your mind, you shut it down, put it away. And besides, you weren’t going to let this poison your last day with John. This day was to be enjoyed.
It occurred to John only after he had left his room the two of you hadn’t agreed on a particular time or place to meet, and that sent his panic spiraling further for a moment, thinking back to how he’d looked for you a few days before to no avail. But it didn’t last long, as he soon found you by the pool, sitting in the already hot sun of the late morning. You had your eyes closed, not noticing John come up to you.
“Mind if I sit?” He smiled. You blinked open and smiled as John took a seat on the lounger next to you and sat up. He wasn’t worried anymore. His day was better now.
“Not at all,” you smiled, closing your eyes again. John relaxed and closed his eyes as well. “Sleep well?”
“Very,” he said.
“You’re a bit overdressed for the pool,” you pointed out, referring to his jeans and t-shirt.
“Maybe you’re a bit underdressed for the rest of the day,” he jested. You sat up further and looked at him.
“Oh yeah? And what’s happening for the rest of the day?” you asked.
“Lunch?” He offered. You nodded gratefully and moved to stand up, but gasped excitedly before you did.
“What?” he asked.
“I know just the place!” you said, pulling on a flowy sundress you had brought out with you over your bathing suit (one that made John’s heart race quite a bit). You slipped on your shoes and took his hand. “Picnic?” you offered. John smiled.
“Good plan.” The two of you made your way out of the resort, into a local shop, and bought yourselves some terrible little sandwiches and fruit, along with a couple of sodas, and insisted on paying yourself this time (“You bought me food last night!”) as John grabbed the plastic bag.
“Shall we eat on the beach?” he suggested, following you along, amused at how adorable you were, seemingly set out on a mission. The light in your eyes was contagious and filled his. You shook your head.
“I know some place better,” you said, grabbing his hand once more and leading him away.
***
“Wow,” you whispered to yourself as you reached the peak of the hill you had just trekked up. You turned around to look for John, only to find him nowhere to be found. “John?” you quickly looked back down the hill to see him huffing and puffing as he reached the top near you. He smiled when he saw you, despite being out of breath.
“How long’s this hiking trail again?” he breathed harshly. You giggled.
“We can stop here,” you said taking pity on him. “Look, it’s beautiful.”
“Incredible,” John said, eyes widening as he took in the truly magnificent view. He had to admit, he’d been skeptical about a hike in the Bali heat (especially when it was due to rain) but it had made you so happy, and it really was an amazing sight. It was all worth it. The air was so fresh.
“Shall we sit?” you said, snapping John out of his mild stupor. John nodded, and the two of you fell upon the grass and opened the lunch you had bought, talking, taking in the sights, and each other.
“Sorry for dragging you all the way up here,” you commented as you folded your napkin away and threw it in to the plastic bag to dispose of later. John shook his head.
“I couldn’t imagine a better lunch,” John said.
“What if there was a lift that took us straight up without the walking?” You laughed. John chuckled.
“Well, yes, then it would have been slightly better. But I don’t regret a thing,” said John, grabbing your hand and pulling you into a short kiss. You smiled into it. Every time you kissed, it felt like you were breathing properly for the first time, feeling so refreshed and enlivened, more than ever before.
***
After descending the hill and parting shortly to change out of your grass-stained clothes, you each met for dinner once more. It was lovely, incredible again in every way to be with you, but John felt an impending sense of doom. He became increasingly aware of the ticking time bomb, the hours, minutes, seconds, reducing too fast until he had to go back home, and there was nothing he could do. He felt so helpless, and didn’t know if you knew or felt the same, or if you were even aware at all. It was all he could do to hold your hand tight as you walked back to your room once more that night and turned to each other once more, just as you had before. You somehow were more beautiful now. John pulled you close without hesitation this time, and connected his lips to yours. You melted against him, in the best way. You felt his somberness in this moment, the same doom you had been holding off on all day. It seemed so real now, him in your arms, not knowing the next time it would be, or if there was a next time. All you had was him, fleeting, right now. Tears pricked your eyes as you stared deeply into his.
“John…” you started, choking up before you could even begin.
“I know,” he said, completely understanding, pulling you close. You fell into his shoulder, only knowing his sweet smell and gentle touch. John felt terrible seeing you upset, but partly relieved you had some semblance of your imminent parting. That way he wouldn’t have to spring it on you. God, how could he possibly tell you? Say such a thing? He could only hold you tight and kiss you again, using his thumbs to wipe at your glistening eyes, shushing you comfortingly.
“Can you come in?” you said smally, and John could have deceased right there.
“Of course.” He followed you in your room, the door closing softly, and the lights remaining low, the push and pull of the waves lightly in the ambience. The two of you held each other close, barely able to accept the majesty of each other. You brought John to your lips, and never disconnected. Gently, you unbuttoned his shirt and felt all along him, and all of it was perfect. John slid the straps of your dress down before reaching for the zipper in the back before lightly caressing your soft hair. John shrugged off his shirt, and your dress pooled to the floor, and you reached to unbutton his trousers. You walked back towards the bed and fell into the soft, soft sheets, and laid back against the middle, John always following, both of you only in your underpants now. John had never seen a sight so beautiful as all of you. Your lips were warm and sweet against each other’s as the final pieces of clothing were removed. John thrust in, and your eyes connected, never leaving, outpouring pure affection. It felt so good, so perfect, all of it, and he gently held your face. The speed picked up, but with grace and subtly as you both soon reached your highs, never leaving each other’s gaze. John, still inside you, fell slightly on top of you as you grabbed on to his back tightly, melding yourselves to each other forever, shaking and breathing together, synchronized almost. John kissed you hard, and you tried your best to give every feeling you had in reciprocation. Finally, John pulled out and flipped you over, pulling you into his chest, and you’d never felt safer or more content.
“I love you,” he said, admitted to himself and professed to you. You fell into his eyes.
“I love you too,” you said, as you both drifted off perfectly.
SUNDAY
John glanced over, tired, exhausted to see that the clock read 5:45. Just in time to make his morning flight. You were bundled up so peacefully in his arms. The sun barely graced the sky, it being only a tinge lighter than night. John took you in. How soft you fit into him. How mesmerizing your scent was. How gorgeous you looked. How wonderful your deep breaths sounded in your peaceful sleep. He couldn’t possibly wake you up, not like this. John knew if he were to leave you, which he must, despite it feeling impossible, he must do so now. He moved slowly at first, not wanting to wake you, but as soon as he sat up, you stirred, turning over and reaching for John.
“Whe’r’r you going?” you mumbled sleepy. John’s heart melted. He rolled back over to you, sitting up against the pillows and holding you close.
“My flight’s soon,” he whispered.
“Hm?”
“I… I have to go, sweetheart.” That woke you up. You figured to had to as well, but your flight wasn’t until later. He couldn’t leave now, he just couldn’t. This wasn’t supposed to happen, none of it was, finding him, loving him, leaving him. You sat up, looking at him, fighting back tears. You wanted to yell at him, make him stop at all costs. But you couldn’t do that. He wanted you to beg him to stay just as much, because he would. But you couldn’t do that. So instead, you began to cry and held you close, and he did the same. You sniffled.
“I can’t believe this has happened. That I love you. And I love you so much,” you cried.
“I love you too, darling. I never thought this could happen.” You cried together for what seemed like an eternity. You were torn away, bound by moral and social discrepancies, and watched as he pulled his clothes back on, and held you close, giving you the deepest kiss either of you had ever felt. He didn’t say anything as he closed the door. There’s nothing he could say, that either of you could.
And so, that morning, and you later that day, John went back home alone, as he had started.
ONE WEEK LATER
You had tried to get him out of your mind, you thought that you’d snap back into your senses or your normal life, but you couldn’t you must be sick, and your friends and coworkers all noticed that you hadn’t been the same. They’d expected a bubbly you, refreshed from a week of relaxation, but was met with a you which could barely function. You cried seemingly all the time, nothing was right without him, the world was strange and confusing. This couldn’t go on.
***
John was absolutely miserable. Dodging the nosy questions from his band mates, his week of getting away from them made them more annoying upon his return, him more irritable, so much so that the others forced him home early after one recording, not wanting to be around him. He was consumed by this, nothing was alright, everything had changed and nothing at all, and nobody seemed to care or do anything about it. How could they? Nothing was the same and everything was wrong. After endless pestering, John broke, and spilled all (after a couple of drinks as well) and fell apart. His friends were annoyingly understanding, not even bothering to tease him. Roger, usually with an innuendo at the go, and Brian with his endless la-dee-da prose, and Freddie, the self proclaimed love expert (“You’ve only been in about two relationships, Fred,”) could even sense John’s despair that this was something deeper, nothing to joke about. And while John hated to admit it, it was them who encouraged him one day. He had to find you. They nearly shoved a phonebook into his hands as he began to scour.
But it wasn’t long. Because you had come to your senses just a bit before John, and he wasn’t too hard to find. The receptionist at the terrible little miserable studio informed John he had a guest. Coming out into the lobby, just holding back the others like a pair of rabid chihuahuas wanting to see who you were, there you were.
And you grabbed each other close. And you were together again. John cried.
“Never. Never again,” said John, kissing your hair and breathing you in once more.
“Is this crazy?” you asked for being so hung up on him.
“Yes. But I don’t care. And I’m never leaving you, ever,” he said, your lips falling together.
It was crazy. It was absolutely insane that you managed to find each other over and over again, but none of it was complicated. It was only simple, nothing purer than true love. And you never let go of each other.
ONE YEAR LATER
You giggled as John carried you over the threshold. Everything about the day, about the wedding had been perfect, and you melted into him. But John had been keeping something for you, and you had to know, you had a right as his wife.
“Mr. Deacon, will you ever tell me where we’ll be going on our honeymoon?” you asked. When you suggested different destinations in the wedding planning stage, John shot all of them down, promising he’d work it all out. As you were apparently leaving tomorrow, you had to know. John, barely tearing himself apart from your lips, hummed, and reached into his coat pocket.
“How does Bali sound?” He laughed handing you the plane tickets.
“I had a suspicion,” you smirked.
“I am very mischievous,” he contended. You kissed once more. “You wanna go, or not?” he teased.
“Only if you come back with me.”
“Well, good thing I bought roundtrip tickets. You’re stuck with me, before, during, and after.”
“Good,” you smiled. And you always had each other, always now.
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God i miss @touchstarvedirl writing so much and when i saw your headcanons i died 🥺🥺
If you actually take requests (because I’m a dumbass but i didn't reaaly see) can you write something fluffy domestic with our dumbass Jason Silver, i miss knb so much and his ass 🥺🥺
If you don't do requests pls pls ignore
Lil Man (KnB)
Pairing: Jason Silver x Reader
A/N: I KNEW I FORGOT SOMETHING! I am SO sorry, I put everything under the sun in my main post except requests are open! 💀 I absolutely take them, thank you so much for being my first requester! I hope I do you justice 😖
Summary: Y/n and Silver adopt a cat.
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“Here we go again.” Silver didn’t look up from the game he was playing. He didn't need to. He already knew you had brought an animal in the house because you couldn't help but baby-talk them on the way in every time.
You set the cat carrier down on the living room floor and palmed your hips with a glare.
“You can bring that sass down to a three, thank you.” You knew better than to hope for a supportive attitude, seeing as Silver didn’t care for animals of any genus, species, or breed.
“I’m just sayin’. You always finding animals and trying to take them home. Remember the dog? The bird? That ugly turtle?”
You felt a prick of annoyance on Chester the box turtle’s behalf. “Excuse you? Chester was a sweetheart!”
“What is it this time? A raccoon or sum’?”
“A cat. And it’s just for a few days, someone already called and said they want him.”
“How come they can’t get him right now?”
“They’re far away, they gotta come down here.”
He shrugged and started playing again. You heard something akin to him refusing to pick up after any more animals.
“Didn’t think you would,” you grumbled, eyeing the large jacket that lay in a pitiful heap on the floor as you walked out.
The next few days were annoying for Silver while you waited for the people to come to get the cat. He wasn’t going to outright forbid you from babysitting, but he made it his mission to ignore the poor baby. It was both infuriating and amusing to you because the little guy was obsessed with him.
Everywhere Silver went, the furball was underfoot. The cat liked to attack his feet when he was in the kitchen. Silver just moved him aside with his foot. In the living room, he always tried to sit next to Silver but he just picked him up by the scruff of his neck and dumped him over the back of the couch. He even waited for Silver outside the bathroom until he came back out. You messaged the people who were supposed to get him on the day of, but they said they were still unable to come down yet.
Two more weeks went by.
The cat was still there, but Silver seemed to have forgotten about ignoring him. He started getting up to feed him and play with him. While bringing in some groceries, one day, you heard him talking to someone in the living room. He was laid back on the couch giving a lecture of all things… And who was laid out on Silver's stomach but the cat, paws in the air, tail lashing back and forth in annoyance. It was nothing short of a spectacle seeing this big man scolding a cat.
“I’m not playing with you, next time you bite my ankles imma throw you outside. Hear me, lil man?”
The cat meowed softly and reached up to touch Jason on the chin.
Silver looked down at him for a long moment. And then he smiled, a big one that showed off his teeth.
“Look at you, trying to play innocent now that I got your little ass in timeout.”
“I know you don’t got that cat in my spot.” You teased.
Jason narrowed his eyes at you, offended.
“All of a sudden you don’t remember his name?”
“Uh, all of a sudden, you do?” You didn’t remember giving the cat a name… Silver let out a loud sigh as if you were supposed to know this already.
“His name is Lil Man.”
Your eyebrows shot up. Overlooking the fact that Lil Man was a terrible name for a cat, you were surprised that Silver had bothered to give him one at all.
“Why Lil Man?”
“We came to an understanding. When I’m not here, he’s the man of the house.”
“Oh really?” You curled up with them on the couch. “So, a cat can hold things down better than me now?”
“Don’t let his size fool you, cats be squaring up with alligators.”
“You lying.”
“The hell I am, they got it on video! Mans is a gangster, ain’t das right?”
Lil Man, who’s eyes were now closed, made a trilling noise but didn’t move.
It was too cute to bear. Silver had just indirectly admitted he had gotten used to the cat. It became apparent those people were never going to come get him, and Silver stopped asking when they were coming.
Lil Man was unofficially, officially, part of the family.
When it was time for Silver to leave and play ball again, you found your little personal joke about Lil Man’s obsession to be more than just an exaggeration. It was the first time the cat had been without him and he cried at the front door a lot. It was sadly cute at first, but it got annoying when he started doing it while you were trying to sleep. One night, after you’d had enough of his late-night serenading, you stumbled down the stairs in one of Silver’s jerseys and snatched him up, holding him at eye level to give him the four-one-one.
“Look here, boy. You not about to be crying all time of night, every night. You think you the only one around here who misses him?” The cat just gazed at you with his big eyes and moaned pitifully. Dang, you kinda felt that though. He was just saying what the both of you were feeling. The place just wasn’t the same without Silver filling it up.
“It’s okay, I know how you feeling.”
You took him up to your empty bedroom and you both curled up on on Silver’s side of the bed and missed him together.
Silver was missing you too.
Of course, he was having a grand old time wiping the floor with his opponents during the day and soaking up the attention that followed. But every night his mind wandered back to what you were doing.
He called you often throughout the season, but after a while, hearing your voice just made the silence in his room unbearable after you’d hung up. He hated being so sensitive, but the truth was the truth. After sneaking out past curfew with the boys to drink and party, he always stretched out in his room, aching to be home in his own bed with his own wife, to watch his own tv with his own cat. He slept on his stomach with two pillows jammed over his ears, pretending they were your thighs.
Frick, he missed you.
When Silver finally came home he got the welcome of a lifetime. You flew out of your car and launched yourself at Silver the minute you saw him step out of the airport. He dropped everything and crushed you against him, laughing when your legs clamped around him.
“Uh-huh, MISSED ME DIDN’T YOU?”
His voice was atomic in your ear, but you were too relieved to be in his arms again to care.
“Yes! Oh! Yes, yes yes, I missed you SO much baby!”
Silver rewarded your enthusiasm with a deep kiss, ignoring the stares of everyone witnessing. Ohhh, how good he felt. The hard, powerful muscles of his abdomen melded against your body, making you squirm. Your nails dragged down his back, making him groan and hug you tighter. Some of the onlookers chuckled, others looked uncomfortable and coughed. Silver didn’t care, but you slowly realized you were making a whole scene and made him put you down.
“Look at you, got me acting up!”
He picked up his duffel bag, entirely unbothered by your accusation. The pleasant buzz he felt from holding you close was intoxicating. Did you always smell so good?
“Sheeeeeit, you jumped on me. I didn’t even know you had hops like that.”
“Oh, shut up.”
“Naw forreal, you need to be on the team too!” He burst out laughing again.
When you got home, Lil Man greeted him with the same level of excitement. He started making a great big noisy fuss, following Silver into the livingroom and didn’t let up for a second. When he finally scooped the cat up and held him under his arm like a football, he immediately quieted down and looked around casually. Like he didn’t just act an entire fool. Not that you blamed him, you were guilty of the same thing. Being in Silver’s arms was just that blissful of an experience.
You fell back on the couch. Silver dropped down next to you, pulled a small square box from his bag, and tossed it onto your lap. You picked it up and turned it over in your hands.
“What’s this? A necklace?” You had way more necklaces than you needed… though if you were being honest, that could be said about everything. You lifted the lid. Inside, on a velvety black bed, rested a collar. It was matte black with three green claw marks on it, just like the Jabberwocks’ basketball uniforms. Lil Man’s name was on the silver tag.
“Aww, is this custom designed?”
“Yeah. Figured if he’s gonna live here he’s gonna need some ID before the feds deport him.”
Lil Man looked absolutely adorable with it on. You took pictures, of course and sent them to your friends, who were in agreement that he was the cutest cat in existence. You also sent them to Silver, who secretly made one of them his wallpaper. No one would find out since you were his lock screen.
“So, is today gonna be his birthday from now on?”
“Cats don’t have birthdays, girl. But whatever, that's up to you.”
Lil Man was now officially, officially, part of the family.
#courtsidewith#courtsideasks#courtsidehcs#courtsidewithjs#jason silver#knb jason#jason silver x reader#knb#Lil Man IS a horrible name#but it stuck cuz i can't unhear Silver calling him that
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L’air de la Misère/The Tune of Misery
Fantine’s first solo, that was scrapped in the adaptation and replaced with the song she sings on her deathbed, which isn’t a solo anymore, and is about something completely different, but at least it’s the same melody, so, yay… ?
Though before we start, I’d like to 1)thank people leaving nice comments in the tag, I’m really glad you’re enjoying those translations/sorta analyses ! And 2) specify that no, I don’t hate the adaptation, I’m just rather disappointed that it dropped important themes and defanged the original. I’ve been pretty critical, but that’s just how I interact with stuff I’m really interested in !
Anyway ! Let’s dive in !
J’avais de si jolis défauts/I had such pretty faults
J’étais rêveuse, j’étais coquette/I was a dreamer, I was coquettish
Un peu naïve, mais pas trop/A bit naïve, but not to much
Pour ne jamais perdre la tête/So I would never lose my head
Et je me faisais fête/And I would make a party
D’un chant d’oiseau, d’un jour nouveau/Of a bird song, of a new day
The song starts gently and rather lightly, but that’s not gonna last. ‘Se faire fête de’ (litt ‘to make a party of’) usually mean to eagerly wait for, to anticipate something, but in this context it didn’t feel right. It sounds more like she’s enjoying the little things in life, but y’know, translation always has a degree of subjectivity and inaccuracy, so !
‘Coquet/te’ refers to someone who puts quite a bit of care and thought into their appearence (and is more often used for women than men because of course it is), often as a mean to attract attention. Can be used somewhat interchangeably as a noun or an adjective, but only somewhat, because as a noun it can mean a woman who’s a vain seductress, because of course it does. When applied to objects or decor, it means stylish, in good taste, pretty/beautiful, and can also mean ‘important’ or ‘big’ in a more abstract context. ‘Une coquette somme’ → ‘A pretty sum’.
Also Victor Hugo is kinda obsessed with with women’s ‘coquetterie’ in the novel. Very grating.
Je n’ai plus qu’une robe grise/All I have left is a grey dress
Qui sert aussi de couverture/That I also use as a blanket
Quand le vent glacé de l’hiver/When the icy winter wind
Tourne la nuit dans ma masure/Blows aroundin my hovel at night
Et plus beaucoup d’honneur/And not much honor left
De dignité au fond du coeur/Or dignity, deep in my heart
And there we go. Poor Fantine. The dress bit is directly taken from the book, where Fantine’s descent into abject poverty is described, where we’re told she learned how you only really need one dress, that you can also use as bed covers. ‘Tourner’ means ‘to turn’, or to go round something (and in the context pf food, it means ‘to go bad’).
La misère n’est mère de personne/Misery is the mother of no one
La misère est pourtant soeur des hommes/And still misery is the sister of men
Mais personne sur terre n’en veut pour fille/But no one on earth wants her as a daughter
Comme bâtarde née dans un cachot de la Bastille/Asa bastard born in a cell of la Bastille
Alright si, I’ll admit I’m a little lost concerning the metaphores of this paragraph. I have some interpretations, but they feel lacking, so if anyone has any suggestions !
My idea is that misery is no one’s mother because it doesn’t nurture or raise, it only destroys, wears down, and kills ? You could argue some mother are indeed like that, but I think it’s used in reference to what is usually associated with motherhood, rather than in the strict biological sence because in the parapgraph misery does give birth to something.
It’s men’s (men as in people, not just men the gender) sister because it accompanies them all their life ? I dunno, I’m rather confused by all these family metaphors, but I might just be missing something ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
The ‘bastard born in a Bastille cell’ is the part that baffles me most (here of course it’s ‘illegitimate child’ bastard not ‘asshole’ bastard). The Bastille was seen as a symbol of of the king’s unjust power, as he could send people there without judgement, and that’s partly why it was taken during the Revolution, the other part being they wanted weapons and munitions because a garrison was stationed there. But it wasn’t exactly a symbol of extreme poverty or extreme social distress, so, I’m really not sure what it’s doing here. A callback to the revolution ? A reminder of the monarchy’s responsability in the people’s distress ? Something very obvious that I’m completely missing ? I dunno !
La misère enfante la détresse/Misery gives birth to distress
Bien des vices et toutes les faiblesses/Many vices, and every weakness
La misère lâche la bête en l’homme/Misery releases the beast within man
Et la mésange alors en chienne errante se transforme/ And the chickadee then turns into a stray dog
Oh boy was I relieved to learn there is another name for ‘mésange’ than ‘tit’. What is it with english and birds having boob names or vice versa. Anyway, this part is more clear (to me at last, again, I might just be dumb), and again refers back to some stuff in the book ! Victor Hugo talks at length about how misery and social distress creates a lot of society’s ugliness and you can’t fix the latter without adressing the former, either directly, in one of his many, many rants/essays, or slightly less so. Like when explaining how the bagne (forced labor) thoroughly traumatized and embittered Valjean, who got out of there hating everything and everyone and wanting to get back at something, someone, anyone for how much he suffered there.
‘Chienne’ is a female dog, but it’s not vulgar, nor used as popularly as an insult (or punctuation) than ‘bitch’. Like it can an insult leveled at women with roughly the same meaning, but it’s more rare, and seen as more old-fashioned.
Il faut qu’on se sente survivre/One has to feel themselves survive
Dans un enfant qu’on a fait vivre/In a child onegave life to
Et qu’en sa source d’innocence/And in this source of innocence
On noie notre désespérance/One drowns one’s despair
Pour ne pas mettre fin/So as not to put an end
À cette vie sans lendemain/This life without without a tomorrow/future
So, Fantine used ‘on’here, which is an impersonal third person pronoun. Usually used like a general you, but also just as a colloquial ‘we’. So it’s kinda disguised as a general statement, and it can be taken as one, but she’s mostly talking about herself.
‘Lendemain’ means ‘tomorrow’ (though more specifically it’d be ‘the following day’, or ‘the next day’, as it’s a noun. ‘Demain’ is the adverb), but is often used more broadly to mean ‘future’.
And there we go ! It’s a shame this song got scrapped, as it fits very well with the themes of the novel it’s adapted from imo ! But also I’m not surprised, the original is a story about social distress and people’s struggle, whether wmall scale and personal, or bigger, against the state. Jean Valjean is a main character, but his story doesn not take center stage. The adaptation, however, is Jean Valjean’s story, with the aforementioned themes still being present, but having more of a background rôle.
Just look at how the respective productions start ! The original one opens on the plight of factory workers, and focuses on Fantine for most of the beginning, as character who falls victim to poverty due to both personal, and societal cruelty.
The adaptation opens with Valjean, his origin story, his relationship with Javert. And while it does show the bagne as hellish, and also the stigma against Valjean as a former convict, there are steps of his journey, and not touched upon again later. So yeah, both version, while similar at a glance, are actually very different stories.
(Though I will say, Marius reprising this song later because he’s sad that he can’t be with Cosette does undermine the original theme and feels very disrespectful lol.)
Anyway ! Thanks for reading through, and next time I’ll tackle Fantine’s arrest and Javert’s introduction ! I’d like to cover the song ‘La nuit’, which became ‘Lovely ladies’, but sadly it’s not on the concept album so I can’t find the lyrics, and as most parts are sung by the ensemble I have a very hard time making out what they’re saying. If anyone has the lyrics or knows where to find them, I’d appreciate it !
#les miserables#les miserables musical#les miserables 1980#long post#very long post#also regarding that last aside if it wasn't obvious before I'm not too fond of Marius OR plots that revolve around romance#I find 95% of romance to be at best unappealing at worst downright offputting#aka I dunno if I'm gonna cover all the songs about the Cosette/Marius/Eponine love triangle#might just translate them and that's it for completion sake
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Mindfulness Moment
“It’s common for instrumental play to be framed in opposition to fun, that they are ends of a spectrum. This is understandable in no small part because instrumental play tends towards optimization, which can often result in deeply un-fun player behaviors. This gets extended out to the extreme where play framed around challenge or investment is treated as irrational or somehow less genuine than some hypothetically more “pure”, “innocent”, “unadulterated” version of play unconcerned with doing well.
It’s important to this conversation to establish, firmly, that this is a false dichotomy. We’re going to spend a lot of time talking about how fun gets optimized out of games, which is why I want to stress that they are not antithetical concepts. Rather than being in conflict with one another they are instead in tension; there is not an opposed relationship, but there is a complex one.”
– Dan Olsen
The Folding Ideas channel just released a (most extensive) video on World of Warcraft that isn’t so much about the game but about the sociological constructs and expectations that have arisen around it (and thus in other game communities as well). It’s fascinating in its own right, and doubly so for me as I used to play WoW.
But the above quote near the beginning of the video really caught my attention. I’ve spoken a few times before regarding false dichotomies, and how much of things are actually gradients and spectrums. What Dan adds here is a great observation that just because things aren’t an actual dichotomy doesn’t mean that there’s no interaction between them at all. There still could be plenty of friction. And, out of that comes a realization that the very friction that exists between them is what likely pushes us to think that they must therefore be in opposition to each other (when they may not be) and has them be collapsed into a false dichotomy (when likewise they are not binary).*
And still, it’s great to get that it is very much possible for these, and indeed many things, to all be interacting with each other in ways that may cause friction and diminishment if one is not careful. Tension is a good way to describe their situation, rather than something like conflict, opposition, or something that implies a direct line and zero-sum-game between them.
* There’s a great example he gives of an RP guild doing ‘free play’ to organize an in-game charity concert event, certainly something that is outside of the game aspect of the game, and therefore may seem to be some version of contrasting purity of RP free play vs the rigid confines of the game rules and mechanisms for adventuring, getting loot, xp, and the like. But in creating the charity concert itself also created its own internal rules for winning, in terms of people attending and money raised. Again, it’s not that these things are binary and antithetical to each other; they are (always?) in a dance. (The vid, of course, goes into much more detail.)
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Panică pe strada Henri Coandă din municipiul Sibiu. Un tânăr recalcitran...
These assholes have been messing around with me for a long time putting me in the mental hospital all sorts of things they don't seem to care that they're there too they bunch of low life losers they deserve the treatment everyday they really do they earned it I think this is Terry cheesman taking bja Subaru he deserves to get shot he's a f****** loser there's another thing too he's going to be partially burned into a crisp as Freddy Krueger and for some reason he goes out there again and it's with that famous band member died and was found in a tank and he knows that Max were doing it and for Christ's sake I can't stand these people to play me for everything and their pussies okay they won't shut their mouths they won't get the hell out of here in the f****** assholes they don't belong here near me they're losers and there's screw up and help the empire but now it's reaching the end of the line and they're doing dumb things and this is one of them
Zues
Hahaha and yeah he's a spaz for real it's Terry cheese man
Hera
I can say it's horrible we rattedt on ourselves and we had to and it didn't work. We had him say stuff because the max are at us and now we're looking at something it seems the clans giants are eating our Giants and pretty quickly and they're pretty big and we don't have time to go over this but it's a gross scene down there so I started to try and take Brian's car I guess he was on it I can hear him saying who the hell would want a Subaru and I got really mad so you help form the company so they made the engine on to similar metals who trust them to do anything you have an aluminum block you need aluminum head and so he got really mad that was me I said who put the different metals in the engine and you're selling be quiet and since you shut your face little kid you'd be learning so much trouble ratamundo you can't even s*** straight and I straightened up and I said I don't really want to see what he's saying so you got something our actors do nothing for him said if you bring down that VW golf trump will scream he's after me. I settle down and figured out who they are and the sum of each group and that's what it was and the idiot is thinking you're going to be after me and I'll be after you it said not without a car cuz I can't go anywhere. So you sitting there kind of laughing but this day sucks and these days suck every day is s*** and the most part it's due to this a****** Trump won't shut his mouth he's a little bitch
T cheeseman
He can't be right it has to be you Trump and we're going after your people
Clones
We're going after all your people Trump that we can find near us
Rock
I've had it to see the stupid he's been saying for years you people are happy with this s*** A bunch of mental retards I'm going to use it and saying what he wants and when he has to put it in her face we say we don't care cuz we're stupid
Biden
Actually we agree and we don't have an offensive and we should and it's numb and nothing's happening except the slow degradation of our people it's just don't worry when the Giants are up it'll be a lot faster. I did get something we're sitting here bothering him and passing him and probably won't get anything he says good point and the reaction is not going to be good I don't see Giants there they're pretty big and the kind of eating the other giants that are smaller and there's a lot of that going on they hate these trumps and they're going to decimate them
Macs
Good
Trump
F*** you old man
Dan
Olympus we want them out of there and we need people to pull them out
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How do you see privilege in people's faces and body and the way they dress like what are some of the signs or characteristics you've noticed about these privileged people you see?
oof, what a busy question!! well, i´d say privilege comes in many shapes and forms, same as poverty. but in any case, i´ll try to sum up the traits and patterns that i notice more often and that make my brain go like !!!!! PRIVILEGED!!!!! on the spot.
first of all, i´d like to clarify that privilege in itself isn´t inherently bad or something to be ashamed of, IF and only IF, you use it to help and elevate and bring awareness to the less fortunate and their struggles. it can be a very powerful weapon, since privileged people usually can count of benefits and influence that most people cannot. it´s a shame that the privileged will often be too chickenshit to actually employ this unearned gift for the betterment of our unfair unequal society.
privilege is the opposite of a right. a right is something that everyone can benefit from, regardless of their social standing, financial situation, gender, religion, sexuality, ethnicity, etc. meanwhile a privilege is exclusive to a very selected few, usually cherrypicked to be the very richest, whitest, most cisgender and heterosexual in our unworthy midst. basically where there´s privilege and exclusivity, there cannot be true equality. the only goal of privileged people should be to break down their privilege bit by bit and to extend it to as many people as possible, until the privilege eventually becomes a shared collective right. but they seldom feel this way, hence why we live in a fundamentally faulted capitalistic system that profits off the existence of inequalities and discriminations. anyway, i apologize for the superfluous tangent here, i´ll go back to the list of traits that give off a privileged aura in a person according to my own personal radar/experience:
the privileged individual feels that a stigmatized marginalized social group is "overreacting" and that their struggles aren´t really "so bad". they will deliberately belittle the entity of a discrimination and proceed to invalidate the activism of people painstakingly trying to rectify the awful situation. for example, most socially unaware privileged people (usually cishet men) will tell you that feminism is no longer necessary because western women are already liberated, or that nowadays lgbtqia+ minorities have more rights than cishet individuals. that, of course, betrays a staggering level of privilege. intentionally staying ignorant or clueless about most social issues that do not personally touch you is indeed a sign of privilege. it´s subtle, but it´s far from harmless. it´s weaponized ignorance that will be used to hinder the change, rather than encourage it.
since you´re talking about more physical visible signs of privilege in your question, i believe that most tangible symptoms of privilege that i am able to see with my eyes usually involve wealth and financial status. so i´d say that in a world where healthcare and dental care are a luxury only a few can afford, if they have nice healthy straight teeth and and a good health all around, then that means they have access to prompt treatments, hygiene and care, and they're definitely privileged in that because not everyone has this much.
access to a healthy balanced nutrition is also a sign of privilege because some of us don't even have control over what groceries we can afford to put on our table. it sounds far-fetched and unbelievable, but even being well-fed is a privilege in a world where at the annual UN meeting the usa DIDN'T vote for food being recognized as an universal human right.
access to higher level education and job positions that can guarantee higher salaries and a better work/life balance is also a sign of privilege.
being born into a wealthy family can make sure you get all of the above, of course, so yeah. that certainly does help.
belonging - always by chance - to a demographic that is well-represented and is historically been linked to power and influence is one more telltale sign of privilege.
this is probably a consequence or combination of other points on this list, but it shows when people aren't heavily traumatized or plagued by money concerns and safety hazards. their quality of life is better. they live easier and longer, they're mentally present, they go through life like a breeze, they age better, they don't struggle with illiteracy and a state of perpetual minority or precariousness, etc. etc.
overall i think these are the "signs" i pick up on when it comes to recognizing privilege. of course they're not the only ones, they're just the ones that come up more often on my radar. hopefully this is what you meant with your question!!
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i did our taxes (late, ik) and have to pay. a pretty decent sum in self employment tax x_x. it got me really triggered, BUT. while in it i was really conscious that i was having a trauma reaction.
my reaction to it wasn't related to the issue (the money) but to my own Worth As A Person... it was really like the feeling of my parents not having money for things and me feeling guilty for eating / wanting anything / getting anything / having needs and existing. i was crying because i was scared to choose what to have for dinner because i felt like i needed to punish myself for 'causing us to lose money' and i got really like. idk i would describe it as like resource guard-y with the food when we did get it, as if my wife would eat it all and i would get nothing and be so so scared and hungry and alone and un-cared-about. very much trauma reactions. i used to be so scared of my family eating all of my food / that there wasn't enough to go around. i was able to calm down more and apologize for getting so stressed re: the food. (it was a seafood boil type thing so we didn't have separate plates / meals and i think that's when i get most worried. like if i take my time eating x i won't get any of y because someone else will take it, since it isn't in my possession. eeeeeek)
its just crazy... idk i feel like i am getting much better at interpersonal issues and recognition of when i am having a reaction that doesn't fit the thing that is happening. but it is still soooo scary and i have the biggest trauma reactions to food & money issues. it's really really hard to handle them when my family has always been so bad at it. my mom & dad used to fight about money all the time. my dad used to go hungry to feed us on like $20. it hurts and hurts and hurts me so bad and i really took on responsibility for it as a kid and like. it was really painful to feel like i was a burden and also like there weren't resources for me to be cared for. i used to often have to go without food until dinner because we didn't have money for the school food. like. ack eek oough. it is ass it is fear. but we are ok. and if i needed to we literally have enough savings for me to pay my taxes and we would still have a couple Thousand. that isn't the dirt poor nowhere to turn place i was in as a child. we are okay we are safe we are adults and have the power to care for ourselves and a wife who will care for us when we are vulnerable. eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek
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#finishedbooks Brecht: The Man and his Work by Martin Esslin. I had got this a long time ago at the free bookstore in Baltimore and it had sat in my to-read stack in boxes here in Tokyo while I was trying to get my visa back. I really do miss that free bookstore that was always open/closed due to the lack of funding, but it was perfect: like get messed up Friday night, drinking natty boh, finish the night with old bay wings... wake up fucked up have some more natty bohs with breakfast and drag myself to the free bookstore and hit the classics section which Americans don't care for and find books with sole translations from a half century ago...perfect. My profile pic was shot on one of these days by @patrickjoust ...I was extremely hungover. With that this is about the famous playwright written in 1959 a few years after his death. The benefit of these immediate biographies is that you really get a sense for who they were at the time without the benefit of time smoothing over their flaws before romanticism sets in. So ya Brecht turns out was a stubborn asshole, but what great who shifts culture forward wasn't. The problem with this book is not that no one should read this if they haven't read the far superior, "Brecht on Brecht" is that because of the time at the start of the cold war...the author harps waaaaaay to much on his communist ties to the point now it just seems absurdly irrelevant accounting for over a third of the book. In fact Esslin sums up why it doesn't matter saying, "with a theatre at his disposal in East Berlin, an Austrian passport in his pocket, and the copyrights in the hands of a west german publisher...Brecht had full autonomy..." and ya duh he was smart and kept his options open instead of choosing a side. You can't lose if you don't play. Even the infamous house of un-American activities proceeding just felt like Brecht as zoologist being cross examined by apes. Intellectually he was beyond right and left which was always disappointing for me when I see smarter my American friends of mine wasting so much energy on left and right weekly issues. And on the topic of the US now and Brecht disposition he has a great quote, "To live in a country without a sense of humor is unbearable; but it is even more unbearable to live in a country where you need a sense of humor." With that I will close in simply saying Brecht was deeply concerned with the predicament of the individual and the irony of the human condition. He strove to be a writer for the common people but with his theme of irony, the simpler he got the more complex his work became.
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okay but like on your opinion why do you think Yuu is important to several of the NCR students? We alr know they're relationships + dynamic with the malleus and the first years bc the latter is all i scream about here but i digress but I always wondered for the others. I know its because they've saved them or whatever but for a bunch of people in NCR to keep having such a relationship/dynamic that is in good terms with someone like Yuu is sort of surprising considering they all seem to be a bunch of people who once they're returned the favor no longer keep up the amiable relationship (see: leona, cater, etc.) or maybe I'm just misreading/mischaracterizing some of them?? *scratches head*
idk man it just surprises me that they're still open to Yuu i guess when its made obvious that NCR students (including the main cast) don't like people like Yuu and actively antagonize them.
They are un-NRC.
I whole-heartedly believe that if any other NRC student was in Yuu's shoes things would've went down a deadlier route as a result—you see that NRC students aren't really the nicest Crowley even stating something along "their hubris/pride, but your normalness can change that".
Yuu actively goes out of their way to sacrifice their lives for people they don't even know and I kinda believe that twst morals don't align with our morals if Jamil's situation is anything to go by.
Def think that a Scarabia B student would've left Kalim for dead during the events of Chap 4 no matter how much they like him considering he has his whole treasure vault in the dorm like no one would steal a lil sum sum.
Lets not mention the fact that Leona was taking kids out for a glorified football game instead of just confronting Malleus himself.
And in the end, NRC didn't really care for what transpired after Magift, and immediately segwayed into Chap 3.
Its kinda like watching a dumb bird go out of its why to be passively suicidal and somehow managing to survive the encounter with minor injuries and a blank face.
Yuu also embodies the dorms' values,/antithesis:
In a way; Heartslabyul is about the strictness of the Queen of Hearts but with no "Alice". Yuu and Grim by proxy of being there for Ace and Deuce serve as "Alice" eating the mushroom (from the book, in the movie i think she drinks a potion?) Growing (its 4 against one) growing taller and telling the Queen off (Grim even repeats a quote from the book "[they] she said you were a big fat tyrant")
Yuu inspires "simba" into Jack where he strays away from Savanaclaw bc his and their values don't line up (they were cheating to win) but Jack comes back and challenges Leona, winning against him and coming back to the Pride.
Yuu is "Ariel" in which they give up Ramshackle (read: voice) in order to free their friends (legs sometimes symbolize freedom) and win against Azul (read: Ursula)
You get me? By embodying these values/antithesis' and inspiring the same in others, they draw the dorm seven towards them—this is a villains school and every villain has the hero that prevails.
Yuu is that hero.
Until they're not. (OB!Grim)
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hewwoooo i had a funney little thougt and so now im continuing it <33333
n e wayssss here's sum fnky little mag main 4 hcs :]
Hank
-the blueprint the man the myth the legend the firestarter. anyways
-he struggles a lot more with speaking than he did pre-magnification, he can understand it fine but when it comes to finding his words he struggles. so!! he kinda just uses asl when he can and short phrases / grunts / noises, also has his own kind of language w/ you??? lot of tapping and misc noises that just mean things only you two understand its. funny actually. he'll just make some chirping noise at you and you go 'haha yeah that was pretty dumb.' deimos and sanford are both so desperate to know what ur both talking abt its insane.
-carries u around a lot!! he's always super duper careful and he prefers to hold you in his more normal hand, he always gets worried about his talons poking you too rough or him accidentally shocking you if he gets surprised. also likes it when you ride on his shoulders, u also like it because it makes you feel tall :]
-his jackets fucking massive on you you could get lost in that bitch. sometimes if you two can't get back to base for one reason or another he'll just let you lay on him and use his jacket as a blanket for you,,its always super warm and he purrs so !! bonus points
-if u get hurt he goes fucking mental buuut i dont rlly wanna add a bunch of violence warnings to this,,,so,,,we'll leave it at that
-also he adores the size difference, you do your best to kinda cup the sides of his face in ur hands when he leans down for you and they're just??? so fucking small?? he puts his overs urs and just melts in ur hands lol
Sanford
-WOOOOO BESTIE FINALLY GT SOMETHING COOOL HELL YEAAAA /J
-he's VERY nervous around you for the first while, he's incredibly not used to his new form and he's so so worried about accidentally hurting you. his hands always just awkwardly hover around you whenever you're nearby bc he!! fucking wants to be affectionate but hes scared!! hank has to kind of. give him a whole pep talk on this sorta thing and it does help calm his nerves a little but he's still super careful,,,whenever he's holding you or cuddling w/ you he always asks to make sure you're comfortable and he isn't suffocating you or anything,,
-once he gets more adjusted then whooo bestie. he already liked showing off his strength to you before but now its worse. whenever he picks you up and you kinda yelp a little in surprise before you lean into him and hold onto him a lil he just goes bonkers on the inside. he's carrying you most of the time since it just keeps him cool knowing that ur nearby and ur safe in his grip. also tends to keep you behind him whenever you two are on missions (u have to kind of. get him outta this habit just a lil bc he keeps being a lil too paranoid abt it and freaks out when you wander off)
-has claws now which he's very careful of around you but if u ever just like. grab his hands and hold onto em and just kinda. trace over the callouses and scars and scratches then he melts. has to look off to the side or something because he has a big dumb grin on his face, it doesn't rlly help tho because you can hear him purring
-he doesn't talk too much since it feels odd and it's easier for him to keep it to a minimum,,HOWEVER,,the exception is you ofc lol. he murmurs little 'i love you's and such to you a lot still, though he has to be real careful of his volume but!! on the bright side deep-ass voice lol
Deimos
-terrible awful man who loves to cause problems for you <333
-he's like a cat in the sense that he's always hanging around you and bugging you to get your attention, cannot keep his hands off of u for more than 10 minutes. im so sorry 4 you,,,,on the bright side though he does have this kind of like. shaky and faint purring that's a lil fucked up bc of his smoking but it's pretty nice. really likes just leaning over you and resting his head on your shoulder or laying down by you and laying his head on your lap. will not stop pawing at you or making little 'chirrup' sounds at you till you pet him :| get a hobby king
-OH YEAH ALSO HES SO FUCKING HAPPY 2 BE TALLER THAN U LOL,,,rubs it in your face a lot by looming over you and resting his chin on top of your head or putting his shoulders on top of your head like a rest. you can counter this by just stepping forward / to the side because he WILL stumble and he will eat gravel and honestly?? he deserves it. also he really enjoys being big spoon w/ you, same as the previous point he'll sometimes just make u (read : annoy you until you oblige) lay down if neither of you are busy so he can curl up with you. again his purring makes up for it
-he's surprisingly the most animalistic, given he's got a tail and claws now. he likes putting you up on his shoulders or back and carrying you around like that (but also having you wrap ur arms around his neck while he's carrying you like. bridal style sorta and leaning into him is fucking HEAVEN to him. adores it). its fun until he gets on all fours and skitters around :|| u spray him with a water bottle bc of this and he hates it
-speaking of animalistic y'know how animals playfight w/ each other?? he does that with you. he still minds his strength ofc but sanford or 2b will be watching from the side and there's almost always at least one, 'fucking CHRIST deimos, be careful would you?' but yeah no it's usually very careful and its rlly just him roughhousing w/ you a little. usually devolves into him just trapping you down into cuddling w/ him lmao
2bdamned
-oh baby u dont even know.
-(un)surprisingly he's the most like his usual self. his intelligence didn't drop too much unlike the others (there's always at least one offended grunt from Hank when someone says this aloud), meaning he was able to mostly keep to his typical routine. HOWEVER,,he does get a little more laid back surprisingly?? like?? he still works most of the time but if you work alongside him it's a lot more common now for him to just stand by you a little awkwardly until you reach back for him so he can rest his head in the palm of your hand. ur the only one he allows to see him this vulnerable and openly affectionate so please enjoy that. his purring is a little quieter than the others but you can usually feel it instead
-has some funny fucked up wings now. he barely even notices that he does it but whenever you come stand by him he ALWAYS tucks one around you and pulls you closer. also has a habit of just placing one over you while he's laying next to you on his stomach like a blanket. they're sensitive tho so if you ask to touch them he's a little hesitant at first, he trusts you though so he gives in eventually. but. yknow. please do be careful, even just tracing along tender spots with your nails can make him jump a bit
-his speech is relatively the same, a little bit lower and rougher but not too much change. you can hear the little bit of scratchiness in it but !! yeah
-his touch starvation bites him in the ass like this. at first he was able to ignore it for the most part but after getting mag'd??? no gd way. its part of why he just kinda hovers around you a lot more, he's not too good at asking for things like affection so he just kinda. hopes you get the gesture. but on the bright side he doesn't mind if you mess up his hair because he's a little too blissed out whenever you're running your fingers through it. more than a few times has he fallen asleep on you because you were petting him,,,he apologizes whenever he wakes up but you can tell he was happy you let him rest around you like that
#2bdamned x reader#2b x reader#deimos x reader#sanford x reader#hank x reader#hank j wimbleton x reader#madcom imagines#madcom x reader#madness combat x reader#madness combat imagines
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HEY YALL!!!
So. I didn’t want to break the immersion of the story blah blah blah but i think it’s about time to maybe. Clarify? Some things?
If it wasn’t obvious, I love Bill. He’s a dastardly little fella and he owns a part of my heart. It’s obvious quite a few of you have the same or similar experience! He’s a fun character, and I’m so glad y’all enjoy him and what i do with his character here!
Let us not forget, however, he is an antagonist in his original story. He’s the antagonist. He tortures people, threatens to and commits to killing the kiddos, and like. SO MUCH MORE.
True, he’s come a long way in Certifiably Human, and a lot of that you haven’t even seen the CAUSE of, but that doesn’t undo the damage and hurt he’s done in the past, and as a person in this exact situation, who ALSO doesn’t know how/why/if Bill really has changed, Ford is completely in the right for suspecting Bill to be Up To Some Shit.
This story is about growing up. It’s about changing. It’s about having REASONS to change, but it’s also accepting that it’s not possible to change the past, only your present and future. Bill is paying for the hideously evil things he’s done now, and if it feels like he’s being punished way too late, it’s because he IS. He is suffering now, not because he’s evil NOW, but because of who he’s BEEN. and, frankly, who he’s been is the kinda jerk to try to pull another long con acting innocent.
Kinda sus, you know?
If you don’t like how Ford is treating Bill, GOOD. Bill is learning. So is Ford. They’re both UN-learning. it’s a LOT and it’s complicated and nuanced and MESSY, and that’s a BIG part of the story here. I may be drawing in two tones, but the story and its messages are hardly black and white.
So, if you really hate Ford and his actions, I’m here to tell you that this story does not throw him under the bus. He’s not the villain. He’s currently Bill’s antagonist, YES, but he’s not a monster, and frankly myself and my co-producer are kinda horrified some of you think he is, as if these events are happening in a vacuum. It’s not. The show is Canon. Bill was evil. He’s STILL selfish, and Ford has every reason he had then to mistrust Bill NOW.
If you want to send Ford, specifically, hatemail, know that it will be received, read, and judged. If you don’t have what we feel is a valid point, your ask regarding Ford’s actions will be dismissed.
To sum up: Ford’s not Evil. Bill is also not Evil. Things are weird and scary between them right now. Please think about each character’s motivations/reasons/pov, okay?
I’m so glad yall like this story. i’m SO glad you like my bill. I hope you continue to enjoy it and all the love and care we’ve put into it and all the characters.
Thank you!
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Hey Stormblessed, as a Jikook and Suga biased army I felt really happy but also really disappointed yesterday after BTS dropped their vlives. I was happy to see the emotional connection between Jikook demonstrated once again by JK encouraging the hyungs to uplift JM instead of teasing his UN speech mishap. But at the same time I was disappointed to see toxic solo stans/armys calling Suga out as a bully and a meanie to JM. Some also tried to say Suga has a history in bullying JM and JK by bringing up the frying pan RUN incident and the Break The Silence reaction crying comment. Today I even saw WeLoveYouYoongi trending as a response to the bullying allegations. Of course it was pretty obvious that JM was less than impressed at the teasing he was receiving but I wouldn’t label teasing/bickering between close friends who know each others boundaries better than we could ever know bullying. I found it so weird to be liking JK-supporting-JM comments and reporting Suga-character-assassination comments for the same moment lol. I wanted to know how you felt about this situation as a fellow JikookMin biased army?
YOU TOO ANON?!
Twitter is beyond exhausting sometimes I swear. Although sometimes Tumblr isn't much better. We can sum this up I guess by saying People are exhausting sometimes.
Toxic solos, akgaes and shippers are not true fans. They can't be. They drag other members in an effort to support their fav. Forgetting the fact that their fav would hate them for doing that. Forgetting that you can defend and support your fav without spouting toxic BS towards any other member. People trying to drag Yoongi in an effort to defend Jimin forget that Jimin is a grown ass man who doesn't need their protection, especially from one of his best friends. Not to mention that Jimin has ex communicated friends he used to love for saying bad things about the other members behind his back. When he found out about it, he literally cut those people out of his life forever. You Think he wants toxic solo stans dragging his favorite people in the world in some twisted defensive of him? Absolutely not.
And while Jimin obviously wasn't in the mood to recieve the teasing, it was nipped in the bud and no hard feelings were held. We should be able to coo over that cute moment of JK telling everyone to knock it off and Namjoon saying yes, and agreeing to stop the teasing without worrying about having to then defend a different member against bullying allegations.
Jimin and Yoongi bicker like crazy. JinKook beat each other up physically as a way to show affection and Yoonmin do it verbally. Lmao but notice they all are doing it with smiles on their faces during or afterwards. And Jimin gives it back to Yoongi as good as he gets it. They are the first to sling a teasing and cutting remark at each other, but it's done with love. It's the way they are. They "humble" each other as they have stated before. Lol and they are also the first to uplift, support and defend the other person too. It's a very classic "I can be mean to him, but heaven help you if you try to be mean to him." Solo stans need to leave them ALONE. And yes, it was very odd to be appreciating the moment from one side and reporting people and having to defend a member from another side. It's exhausting sometimes for sure.
And anyone who thinks that Yoongi isn't totally and completely fond of Jimin and doesn't have a soft spot a mile wide for that man is deluding themselves. They are so full of care and love for each other. The bickering is just part of their dynamics together, but it takes nothing away from how much they do love each other. (Platonically of course, which I shouldn't feel the need to constantly reiterate, but I do.) Yoongi teases the hell out him but also never shuts up about how wonderful, talented and amazing Jimin is. Puts his photo up as his phone background, says Jimin is his favorite, his voice is his favorite, he wants to make a song with Jimin, Jimin is the one he is closest too. So all these Jimin/Yoongi solos haven't actually been paying any attention to their favs and the things they actually say or feel. So they can all just go shove off. People should rather be focusing on the fact that BTS tried so hard to spend time with us and appreciating them and their impact on their world with everything they are doing at the UN.
And for my fellow YoonMinKook biased ARMY, thanks for reporting the haters, for supporting them and for supporting Jikook. Hope you stay away from any more toxicity 💜 and Enjoy all these Yoonminkook photos with me!!
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