#Dream Phases So Long Yesterday

[wonderlanddreamer]

[Tommy Shelby x Reader]

Summary: Thank you for this request. Since your marriage, Tommy has always been so gentle with you. But lately you've been craving something with a little more ferocity.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. 18+ MDNI. You know the drill by now.

You still remembered the day you and Tommy Shelby got married as if it were yesterday. The memory was a vivid, brilliant tapestry of emotions and sensations. The way the sunlight filtered through the stained glass windows of the small Birmingham chapel, casting colorful patterns on the floor as you walked down the aisle, was something you’d never forget. Your heart had pounded with a mix of excitement and nervousness, a symphony of emotions playing within you. You could still hear the soft rustle of your gown, the gentle hum of the organ, and the quiet murmurs of family and other guests witnessing the union.

As you reached the altar, there was Tommy, waiting for you with a look that melted every ounce of anxiety away. His piercing blue eyes, usually so guarded and calculating, were filled with pure love and adoration. The way he looked at you made you feel like the most cherished person in the world, as if nothing and no one else existed in that moment but the two of you. It was a look that promised a lifetime of love, care, and unwavering support, a stark contrast to the hardened gangster persona he showed to the rest of the world.

Life with Tommy had been nothing short of a dream, albeit an unconventional one. Every day, he found new ways to show you how much he loved you, from sweet morning kisses that gently coaxed you awake to spontaneous acts of kindness that made your heart flutter with joy. He would leave little notes for you to find, or surprise you with your favourite flowers just to see you smile. Your honeymoon phase had been filled with laughter, tenderness, and a deepening bond that you treasured immensely. Nights were spent in each other’s arms, whispering sweet nothings and sharing dreams for the future, a stark contrast to the gritty reality of his day-to-day dealings with the Peaky Blinders.

In the bedroom, Tommy had always been incredibly gentle and caring. His touch was soft, his words were sweet, and he constantly made sure you were comfortable and happy. His hands would trace delicate patterns on your skin, his kisses were tender, and his voice was a soothing balm that eased all your worries. At first, you had loved the way he treated you with such reverence and tenderness. It made you feel safe and loved, and you cherished those intimate moments with him. They were a sanctuary, a place where you felt utterly adored and protected, a stark contrast to the dangerous world outside your bedroom door.

However, as time went on, you started to feel a growing desire for something different. You loved Tommy’s gentleness, but a part of you longed for a different kind of passion, a fire that burned with more intensity. It was a desire that you found hard to articulate, even to yourself. You were shy and unsure how to bring it up to Tommy, fearing that he might misunderstand or think he had done something wrong. The thought of hurting his feelings or making him doubt his expressions of love was something you couldn’t bear, especially knowing how deeply he valued your happiness.

One evening, as you lay in bed together, wrapped in each other's arms, you decided to take a leap of faith. Tommy was tracing lazy circles on your back, his touch as soothing as ever, but your mind was racing with thoughts of how to broach the topic.

“Tommy,” you began hesitantly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He pulled back slightly to look at you, concern flickering in his eyes. “What is it, love?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.

You took a deep breath, feeling your heart pound. The words tumbled out before you could second-guess yourself. “I... I want you to be rougher with me. In bed.”

Tommy’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he didn’t interrupt. He simply watched you, waiting for you to continue.

“I mean, I love how gentle you are,” you quickly added, feeling a flush creep up your neck. “It’s just... I want to feel your strength. I want you to take control, to be more intense. I’ve been craving it, but I didn’t know how to tell you.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then Tommy’s expression shifted, his eyes darkening to a smouldering intensity that made your breath hitch. His smile was slow, predatory. “You should have told me sooner,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent shivers down your spine. “I want to give you everything you need.”

You exhaled a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding. “Really?”

“Really,” he affirmed, his gaze never leaving yours, his eyes burning with a fierce, possessive hunger. “If you want to see a rougher side of me, you just have to ask.”

The promise in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt a thrill of anticipation.

Tommy leaned in closer, his hand sliding down to grip you with a firmer hold than usual, his fingers digging into your flesh in a way that made your breath hitch. “Are you ready for that now?” he asked, his voice a low, dangerous growl that sent waves of heat through you.

“Yes,” you whispered, your heart racing, your body already responding to the intensity in his gaze. “Please, Tommy.”

With a predatory smile that made your pulse quicken, Tommy flipped you onto your back with a swift, decisive motion, pinning your wrists above your head with one strong hand. His eyes bored into yours, filled with a fierce, possessive hunger that made your stomach tighten with anticipation. “Then let’s see just how rough you can handle it,” he murmured, his voice dripping with promise and challenge.

He leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a fierce, demanding kiss. His teeth grazed your lower lip, eliciting a gasp that seemed to fuel his fire. The spark of electricity that shot through you was almost too intense to bear. His free hand moved from your wrists, trailing down your arms, fingertips leaving a burning path as they travelled down your sides. When his hands finally gripped your hips, the hold was firm, possessive, making it clear just how much strength he was holding back.

Tommy released your hands and moved both of his to your hips, gripping them tightly as he positioned himself above you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. The dominance in his presence was palpable, every movement filled with a calculated roughness that sent a thrill through your entire body. He moved with a sense of purpose, his actions rougher but still controlled, a perfect balance of power and restraint. You could feel his strength, the raw power he held back for your sake, and it made your entire body hum with a mixture of fear and exhilaration.

The change in his demeanour was intoxicating, every touch, every kiss, every rough grip of your flesh igniting something primal within you. You could feel the intensity of his desire, the way he wanted to own every part of you, and it sent your mind reeling. Tommy’s rougher side was everything you had craved and more, a dark, intoxicating blend of passion and power that left you breathless and wanting.

You gazed up at him, your breath coming in short gasps. "I don't want you to treat me like I will break."

He nodded, his eyes blazing with desire. “So be it."

Tommy's voice was a low growl, reverberating through you and intensifying the anticipation. He tightened his grip on your hips, fingers digging in just enough to leave a gentle mark, a reminder of his presence and strength. His eyes locked onto yours, dark and intense, before he leaned down to claim your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, demanding and rough, leaving you breathless and aching for more.

With a swift motion, he flipped you onto your stomach, his hands never leaving your body. The sudden change in position made your heart race even faster. You felt the cool air against your back as he pulled your hips up, positioning you on all fours. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and dip, his touch both firm and possessive, claiming every inch of you with a deliberate intensity.

"You look so beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So ready for me."

He smiled against your skin, his lips trailing down your back, leaving a trail of fiery kisses in their wake. His teeth grazed your shoulder, biting down just hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain through you. You gasped, arching your back and pressing into him, craving more of his touch, his dominance, his control.

Tommy's hand slid down your spine, his touch both soothing and electrifying. When he reached your lower back, he paused, his fingers digging in slightly, sending shivers down your body. "You want it rough, love?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through you.

"Yes," you breathed, your voice trembling with anticipation, every nerve ending alight with the promise of what was to come.

With that, he gripped your hips firmly and pulled you back against him. You felt his hardness pressing against you, a tantalising promise of what was to come. He moved with a measured intensity, positioning himself at your entrance. He paused for a moment, the anticipation building to a fever pitch, every second stretching out like an eternity.

Then, with a powerful thrust, he entered you, filling you completely. The force of his movement made you cry out, a mix of pleasure and pain that left you reeling, your mind spinning with the intensity of it. He didn't give you time to adjust, pulling back and thrusting into you again, harder this time. Each movement was deliberate, rough, and filled with a raw intensity that you had never experienced before.

Each push was a potent mix of power and precision, his hips driving forward with a force that left you gasping. You could feel the full length of him as he plunged deep inside you, stretching you, filling you completely. The rhythm he set was unyielding, each powerful stroke sending shockwaves of sensation through your body.

Your senses were overwhelmed by the raw intensity of it all—the sound of skin against skin, the raw, primal grunts escaping his lips, and your own moans of pleasure filled the room, creating a symphony of raw, carnal desire. With every withdrawal, you felt a momentary emptiness, a desperate longing that made the next powerful thrust even more electrifying. Each time he drove into you, it was like a lightning bolt of ecstasy shooting through your veins, your body trembling with the force of it. The relentless rhythm he set didn’t just push you to the edge; it hurled you toward it with a ferocity that left you breathless and utterly consumed by the raw, primal power of Tommy's love.

Tommy's hands gripped you tightly, pulling you back to meet each of his relentless drives. The sheer force of his movements reverberated through your entire being, each powerful plunge sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. His strength and power were palpable, a raw, unyielding force that overwhelmed your senses. As his pace quickened, you found yourself teetering on the precipice of ecstasy, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. You clung desperately to the sheets, your knuckles white as you tried to ground yourself amidst the overwhelming sensations that threatened to consume you.

"Is this what you wanted?" he growled, his voice rough with exertion and dripping with intensity. "Tell me, love. Tell me you want more."

"Yes, Tommy," you gasped, barely able to form coherent words as the pleasure mounted. "I want more. Don't stop."

His response was a deep, guttural sound that sent shivers down your spine. He increased his pace, each drive becoming more forceful, more demanding, as if he were trying to imprint himself on your very soul. The intensity built within you, a coiling, tightening sensation that threatened to snap at any moment. Every powerful stroke filled you completely, each one a testament to his dominance and your surrender.

Tommy's hand moved to your hair, tangling in the strands and pulling your head back with a rough, possessive tug. The slight pain only heightened your pleasure, making you cry out louder, your voice mingling with the sounds of your bodies colliding. He leaned down, his breath hot and heavy against your ear. "You're mine," he growled, his voice filled with a fierce possessiveness. "All mine."

"Yes," you moaned, the word barely a whisper as you surrendered yourself completely. "All yours."

Without warning, Tommy slowed his pace, eliciting a needy whimper from your lips. Before you could protest, he pulled out and flipped you onto your back with a swift, practiced motion. His eyes roamed over your flushed, panting form, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he took in the sight of you.

"Did you think I was finished, love?" he asked, his voice a dark, seductive promise that sent a thrill of excitement coursing through you.

You shook your head, unable to form words, your body already aching for more of him. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

He positioned himself between your legs, spreading them wide and kneeling down with a predatory grace. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. The intensity in his gaze was almost too much to bear, a fierce, unrelenting desire that mirrored your own.

"You're going to take everything I give you," he said, his voice rough and commanding, leaving no room for doubt.

You felt a thrill of excitement at his words, your body trembling with anticipation as you nodded eagerly, ready to be consumed by the raw, ferocious passion that only Tommy could bring.

Tommy entered you again, his thrusts slow and deliberate this time, drawing out the pleasure with an almost torturous precision. He watched your face intently, his eyes never leaving yours, gauging every reaction and pushing you to the brink with each calculated movement. The slow, steady rhythm allowed you to feel every inch of him, every vein and ridge, heightening the sensations coursing through your body to an almost unbearable intensity.

Tommy leaned down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss as he moved inside you. His tongue explored your mouth with the same deliberate intent as his hips, each stroke sending shivers down your spine. The heat between you built like a slow burn, promising an impending climax that would be nothing short of explosive.

His hands roamed over your trembling body, one hand trailing up to cup your breast, his thumb flicking over your sensitive nipple, making you gasp. The other hand gripped your hip with a possessive roughness, holding you firmly in place as he continued his deliberate, torturous rhythm. Each touch, each thrust, sent powerful waves of pleasure through you, your body arching eagerly into his touch.

"You're so beautiful like this," he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with desire and a hint of possessiveness. "So perfect."

You moaned in response, your hands gripping his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin with a desperate intensity. The slow, controlled pace was driving you wild, and you found yourself craving more, needing him to push you over the edge into oblivion.

"Tommy, please," you gasped, your voice trembling with need and desperation. "I need more."

He pulled back slightly, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "More, you say?" he teased, his eyes darkening with lust and determination. "I can give you more."

With that, he shifted his position, pulling your legs up to rest over his shoulders. The new angle allowed him to penetrate you deeper, each powerful thrust hitting a spot inside you that made you cry out in sheer pleasure. He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster, each movement sending waves of raw ecstasy crashing through you.

The intensity of his thrusts had you writhing beneath him, your body responding to his every touch with a fervor that was almost primal. You could feel the pleasure building, coiling tighter and tighter with each powerful thrust. Tommy's hands gripped your thighs with a bruising force, his fingers digging into your flesh as he drove into you with relentless, ferocious energy.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice rough and dripping with possessive hunger. "Say it."

"I'm yours," you moaned, barely able to form the words as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm you. "All yours."

The affirmation seemed to drive him wild, his movements becoming even more forceful and unrestrained. The bed creaked beneath you, the sound mingling with your gasps and moans, creating a symphony of raw, unbridled passion. Tommy's eyes never left yours, the intensity of his gaze adding to the overwhelming sensations and making you feel utterly consumed by him.

He slowed his pace again, pulling out almost completely before slamming back into you, each powerful thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. The change in rhythm kept you on edge, your body teetering on the brink of release, each slow withdrawal followed by a punishing drive that left you breathless.

Tommy's hand moved from your thigh to your clit, his fingers circling the sensitive nub with expert precision and a rough touch that sent you spiralling toward the edge. The added stimulation was too much, your body trembling violently as the force of your impending climax built to a fever pitch.

"Come for me, love," Tommy commanded, his voice a low, primal growl that seemed to reverberate deep within your core. "I want to feel you come around me."

His words were the final push you needed. With a powerful, relentless thrust, he drove you over the precipice. Your body erupted in a convulsive wave of ecstasy, muscles tightening and pulsing around him, each contraction drawing out the pleasure to its absolute limit. Every nerve ending felt electrified, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the climax that washed over you.

Tommy didn't let up, his thrusts became more deliberate, each one designed to prolong your pleasure and push you deeper into the abyss of your orgasm. His hips moved with a brutal precision, each powerful stroke sending fresh waves of sensation coursing through your trembling body. Your nails dug into his back, your cries of pleasure becoming louder, more desperate as he continued to draw every last ounce of ecstasy from you.

Your vision blurred, your mind a haze of pure, unfiltered sensation. You could feel the heat of his body, the raw power in his movements, the way he seemed to fill every part of you, making you feel completely, utterly possessed.

Tommy's breathing grew more ragged, his own release building as he felt the intensity of your climax. He shifted slightly, angling his thrusts to hit that perfect spot inside you with ruthless precision. The added stimulation was too much, sending you spiralling into a second, even more intense orgasm. Your body convulsed violently, each spasm wringing out every drop of pleasure, leaving you breathless and trembling.

As your climax began to subside, Tommy's thrusts became erratic, his rhythm faltering as he neared his own peak. His breath came in harsh, ragged gasps, his grip on your hips tightening, fingers digging into your flesh with a bruising force. With a deep, guttural groan, he finally found his release, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside you. The feeling of his warmth filling you sent a final shiver of pleasure through your already sensitised body.

He collapsed on top of you, his weight a comforting anchor that grounded you as you both came down from the high. Your bodies remained entwined, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through you. Tommy's fingers gently stroked your hair, his touch tender and soothing in contrast to the raw, primal passion that had just consumed you.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with genuine concern and a hint of vulnerability.

You nodded, a satisfied, almost blissful smile playing on your lips. "More than okay," you whispered, your voice still shaky from the intensity of your release. "That was incredible."

Tommy's eyes softened, a small, almost relieved smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his touch feather-light and filled with affection. You could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your chest, a comforting reminder of the connection you shared.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, content to simply lie there, wrapped in each other's embrace. The room was filled with the sound of your mingled breathing, the quiet aftermath of the storm of passion that had just passed. Tommy's hand continued to stroke your hair, his touch a soothing balm to your exhausted body.

As you lay there, your mind slowly began to clear, the haze of pleasure giving way to a deep, fulfilling sense of contentment. You felt utterly spent, every muscle in your body relaxed, yet there was a lingering warmth, a glow that seemed to radiate from within. It was a feeling of completeness, of being entirely and utterly sated.

Tommy shifted slightly, lifting himself up just enough to look into your eyes. "You really are amazing," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of awe and affection. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you."

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection for the man who had just taken you to the edge and back. "And I don't think I'll ever get enough of you," you replied, your voice soft but filled with conviction.

With a final, lingering kiss, Tommy settled back down beside you, pulling you close. The two of you lay there, bodies entwined, hearts beating in sync, content to simply be in each other's presence. The stillness of the room was a stark contrast to the whirlwind of passion you had just experienced, but it was a welcome calm, a moment of peace that you both relished.

After a while, Tommy's voice broke the silence. "Maybe next time," he began, his tone thoughtful, "we should take it a bit easier. Slow things down a little, I don't want to hurt you."

You felt a spark of defiance ignite within you. The intensity, the rawness of your time together was what made it so exhilarating, so consuming. You couldn't bear the thought of dialling it back, of tempering the fire that burned so brightly between you.

"No," you said firmly, surprising even yourself with the strength of your conviction. You propped yourself up on one elbow, meeting Tommy's gaze with an unwavering determination. "I don't want to take it easier."

Tommy raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement and curiosity dancing in his eyes. "Oh? And what do you want then, love?"

You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "I want it rougher, harder. I want you to fuck me like you can't get enough, like you're trying to break me. I want to feel every bruise, every bite. I want to be completely wrecked by you, to the point where I can't even think straight."

Tommy's eyes darkened with desire at your words. He pulled you closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Careful what you wish for, love," he murmured, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "I might just take you up on that.”

[moirindeclermont]

Bridgerton folks, thank you for the warm reception of my new story.

This is "5 times Colin was Pen's first + 1 she was his", second episode. Here you'll find the first episode.

Today episode may also be titled "Pen meets Mr. Fingerton" 🔥🥵

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Pen thought she might have dreamed the whole night.

No way Colin declared he wanted her and proceed to give her the best first kiss ever, and while she had not experienced it before, she knew the stories... Usually a first kiss was not all of that magical. Maybe it was because it was her and it was Colin. Everything they did seem kinda magical to her.

She was, again, at the door of his apartment and she was almost waiting for the moment he would start to treat her as a friend.

Instead, what happened, was that Colin opened the door, gave her his brightest smile and then a light kiss on her lips. So, maybe it was real.

"Sorry, I should have asked, I didn't know if you wanted-" he was adorable when he rumbled, Pen observed.

"Don't worry Colin. It's just, unexpected. I love welcoming you like this. Every day for the rest of my days".

She didn't have to worry about waiting for such declarations. Yesterday they talked at length about the future and them as a couple.

They both confessed they were yearning for this for quite some time, and they both laugh at their idiocy. But they were on the same page now. And they both know this was not a phase or temporary. They both were fully invested since the beginning.

That was the reason for seeing each other tonight. Well, that... And other reasons, at least Pen was hoping there were also other reasons.

She waited to damn long and she was ready. Possibly in that moment.

They ate and talk, laying out plans for their announcement as a couple (next Sunday on the bridgerton brunch). Pen was to ask her boss if she could do all remote (so she could come with Colin on his travels, as by his ask) and Colin was looking for a permanent place in London, so they could have a home base to stay when they were in the city (and eventually, when they were going to have kids).

Then, they looked at each other and it was like a magnet was at work.

They find themselves on the sofa, Pen on Colin's lap, kissing and touching every part they could reach.

Colin nibbled on her neck, before asking in a very deep voice "can I try something, Pen?"

She nodded. She wanted to try everything with him.

Colin flipped their position, then threw a pillow on the floor and knelt in front of her. She had a camisole and her lacy bra was barely visible. He took his time to unbutton her slowly, and Pen gulped when he was done. "Beautiful," he whispered.

Colin cupped her through the bra, teasing her. "May I?" He asked again and she responded by unclasping her bra herself. "Wow, Pen" Colin exhaled as his fingers were tracing her areola lightly. Her nipple was fastly caught it n between his fingers, making her moan. Colin looked at her with a wicked and deeply erotic smile, as he lowered his head to touch the sensitive skin with his tongue. "Ohh," his were the only fingers outside of her own that played with her breasts, and it felt marvelous.

Colin seemed obsessed by her neck and her cleavage. Pen was on fire, but she needed more. When his hand found hers, she rather directly pointed him towards where she was aching to be touched.

He looked at her. "Sure?"

"Never been more sure in my life," and Colin kissed her again, before finding her thigh and sliding his hand. He found her bare, much to his surprise.

"Miss Featherington!"

She was a bit embarrassed. "I had them on before. But then I thought why not and asked to use the bath."

His eyes were dark with desire. "Oh I do understand. You're an eager little thing, aren't you?"

Speechless. This was a new side of Colin she could not wait to explore. She just nodded as he skimmed over her auburn curls, "yup, eager and wet," he said as he went to touch her folds, using her wetness to lube his fingers.

He touched her lightly at first, watching her reactions, sometimes teasing her nipple s again, sometimes giving her little kisses.

"I can't believe I get to see you like this, Pen" and she wanted to respond but Colin choose that moment to slowly enter her with just the tip of his middle finger. "I can't believe I get to touch you like this," as his finger slide in deeper. Her mouth opened, the sensation so different from the one she was used too when she touched herself. A loud moan escaped her lips and he started a slow rhythm that made her tingle all over.

"Yes, like that love," he told her as he begin to touch with his thumb her clït, adding another level of pleasure. After some time he asked "another?" And she nodded her consent, feeling how herself was responding to his second finger inside her.

"I want to make you come on my fingers, is that okay Pen?"

Dear God in heaven. She might as well be in paradise. "Yes, Colin. Please!" She told him and then her brain went out of service as Colin kissed her.

It was clear he knew what he was doing, as he moved his fingers inside her with a motion that was working very fast for her. That and the light touch on her nub left her breathless, as Colin watched her again. That was the hottest thing. His look on her, as she was breaking into pieces under his touch. Pen used his arms to steady herself as Colin increased his rhythm until suddenly she was on the precipe and Colin remained steady in his movements.

She moaned a loud "Colin" a moment after, coming on his fingers. She moaned when she saw him sucking on his fingers like a it was his favorite dessert. "Next time," he said to her and she trembled.

Colin sat next to her, holding her steady. "That was... Incredible!" He looked smug, and Pen was looking at his very visible erection. "Do you want to?"

He looked at her. "I want to. But I also want to wait. Just a bit longer. It's weird to explain." But she understood.

"it's not. These are our firsts. We might have some in the future, but after so long waiting for each other, pacing these experiences makes them more meaningful."

He looked at her. "You nailed it."

She grinned. "Nope, you did."

Colin laughed loudly. "Not yet, love. Not yet." As he settled her on his side, kissing the top of her head sweetly.

She always imagined cuddle was as good as people told her, but somehow, it was even better than her imagination. These days everything was.

[writer-freak]

Late night call | Atsumu x Gn reader

Summary: Playing for MSBY is Atsumu's dream, but it means being apart from you. He travels away for a week and you both aren't doing well with the distance but you always make time for each other.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, fluff, gn reader, reader is mentioned to wear lingerie, used the word core for reader, time skip Atsumu, phone sex, english isn't my first language, smut is maybe not that great

A/n: My Haikyuu phase is back and I have written so much stuff for Haiykuu in the last few days. Also am currently trying my hand more on smut but I still have some struggles with it. So I wrote something more sweet at the beginning.

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and really motivate me to write more <3

Atsumu had been dreading this trip for weeks. Playing for the MSBY Black Jackals was a dream come true, but it came with its challenges, including time away from you. He kissed you goodbye at the door, holding you a little longer than usual, not wanting to let go.

"I'll miss ya." he murmured against your hair, his voice full of reluctance.

"I'll miss you too, 'Tsumu. It's only for a week." you reassured him, even though you felt the same way.

He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Yeah, just for a week." The days apart were harder than either of you anticipated. Despite the time difference, Atsumu made it a point to text you whenever he had a free moment. His messages were like always full of jokes, but you could tell he was struggling with the distance. You also missed him terribly, counting down the days until he would be back.

After practice, Atsumu was even more exhausted than usual but still, he couldn't wait to hear your voice. He sat down on his bed before dialing your number and waiting, a small smile forming on his lips when he heard you answer.

"Hey, 'Tsumu! How was practice?" "Hey, babe. It was good, just long. I miss ya." he admitted, leaning back against the headboard and closing his eyes, just taking in the sound of your voice.

"I miss you too. Want me to tell you about my day?" you offered, hoping to maybe take his mind off for a moment.

"Yeah, please. I wanna hear all about it." he said, his voice showing signs of fatigue.

You started talking about your day, recounting all the little things that had happened. You could hear him responding every now and then, but the responses started to get fewer and fewer. Eventually, you heard his breathing even out, a soft snore escaping his lips.

You paused, realizing he had fallen asleep. Warmth spread through your chest, appreciating just how much he cared. Despite being exhausted, he had still made the effort to call you and listen to you talk about your day. It was moments like these that reminded you just how much he loved you.

"Goodnight, 'Tsumu." you whispered, not wanting to wake him. You stayed on the line, listening to his steady breathing, feeling a little more like he was next to you even though he was miles away. You eventually fell asleep with the phone still next to your ear, lulled to sleep by the sound of his soft snores.

The next morning, you woke up to a text from Atsumu.

"Sorry, I fell asleep on ya, babe. But I loved hearing about your day. Can't wait to see ya soon. Love ya."

The next day, after particularly grueling practice, Atsumu was finally back in his hotel room, exhausted but missing you terribly. He took a quick shower, the hot water soothing his sore muscles. As he dried off, he got an idea, a way of apologizing for yesterday while also teasing you just a little. With a smirk, he positioned himself in front of the mirror, snapping a picture of his shirtless torso, droplets of water still clinging to his skin, his abs and chest glistening. He sent it to you with a teasing message.

"Wish ya were here to help me dry off ;)"

Your phone buzzed, and your eyes widened at the image. Heat pooled in your core as you took in the sight of him. You bit your lip, deciding to play along. You changed into a lacy piece of lingerie, snapping a picture of yourself lying on the bed, the fabric leaving little to the imagination.

"Maybe I'll save that for when you get back. For now, here's something to keep you company."

Atsumu's breath hitched when he saw your photo, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. He typed back quickly, his heart racing. "Damn, babe, ya know how to drive me crazy. I can't wait to get back and have ya all to myself."

You felt a bit of excitement at his response, you usually didn't dirty text much so this just made it more exciting. You decided to push a little further.

"Just imagine what I'll do to you when you get back. I might not even let you out of the bedroom."

Atsumu groaned softly, his mind filling with images of you together. He needed to calm himself down, but the fantasies were almost too much to bear. He replied, his fingers shaking slightly.

"You better be ready, 'cause I'm not gonna hold back."

The exchange left both of you hot and bothered and later that night, Atsumu found himself unable to sleep, his mind racing with thoughts of you. He picked up his phone and called you, he needed to hear your voice. It was late for him, but he didn't care. You answered almost immediately.

"Hey, 'Tsumu. Can't sleep?" you asked, your voice soft.

"Yeah, I need ya," he admitted, his voice already filled with desire. "Been thinkin' about ya all day."

Your breath hitched at his words, the heat from earlier coming back. "I've been thinking about you too. Those pictures…"

"Ya liked that, huh? I didn't even show you that much." he teased, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Wish I could be there with ya, touchin' ya, makin' ya feel good."

"Tell me what you'd do if you were here." you urged, your voice trembling.

"I'd start by kissin' ya, slow and deep. My hands would be all over ya, touchin' every inch of that gorgeous body." he described, his words sending shivers down your spine.

"Keep going." you breathed, your hand slipping under your shirt, imagining it was his touch.

"I'd pull that sexy little thing ya were wearin' off ya, kissin' my way down your neck, your chest… I'd take my time, babe wanna make ya feel everythin'." he continued, his own hand moving down to palm himself through his boxers.

You let out a soft moan, his words driving you wild. "Atsumu… I need you so bad."

"Fuck, ya sound so good. Wish I could hear ya in person." he groaned, his hand slipping inside his boxers. "What are ya doin' right now, baby? Tell me."

You bit your lip, your free hand moving down to your core. "I'm touching myself, 'Tsumu. Thinking about you. About how good you make me feel."

He let out a shaky breath, his hand moving faster. "Fuck, that's hot. Keep goin', babe. Wanna hear ya come for me."

The sound of his voice, filled with need, spurred you on. You could hear his breathing getting heavier, matching your own. "I'm so close, 'Tsumu. Just need you…"

"Come for me, baby. Let me hear ya." he urged, his own release nearing.

With a few more strokes, you cried out his name, your body trembling with pleasure. Hearing you pushed Atsumu over the edge, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he found his release.

"Fuck, that was… amazin'." he panted, his voice filled with satisfaction.

You both lay there, catching your breath.

"I love you, 'Tsumu." you whispered, a smile tugging at your lips.

"I love ya too, more than anythin'." he replied, his voice soft.

Dividers by: @cafekitsune

[brooooswriting]

Hello! I’m sorry to hear you got writer's block :(

May i request “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”, with Jenna Ortega please?

I hope it helps! 🫶🏼

Funny story

Jenna Ortega x reader

Being an actress in a relationship with another actress isn’t always the greatest thing. There are fans, paparazzis, other celebrities and more things that will try to pull you apart but sometimes our self destructive minds are enough to do that.

The moment you and your girlfriend, Jenna, heard that you were cast in the same movie you were over the moon. You’ve always loved the scream movies and playing in one was a dream come true, especially since you have already met a big part of the cast due to Jenna.

The ‘over the moon’-phase was over when you got the script, you were still unbelievably happy but the fact that you’d play somebody else’s love interest wasn’t ideal. You didn’t really mind that much and Jenna, well she acted like she didn’t, but deep down it nagged her.

You’d play ‘cute girl’ (you’re taking cute boys place), Sams love interest from next door. You were happy to work so close with Melissa as she was incredibly nice and thoughtful making the whole filming a great experience.

“Y/n, wanna hang out later? We could run some scenes and get to know each other better, it makes the whole filming easier” Melissa said as she sat down on her chair next to you, “sure, Jenna is filming late today anyway” you quickly texted your girlfriend to let her know where you were before grabbing your jacket and walking with the older woman.

After you guys were out to eat you went to a small park where you ran some lines, practiced some movements and arrangements until it was completely dark. “Shit, it’s pretty late. I should get going, I bet Jenna’s waiting” you said your goodbye and hugged her before walking to your car.

“Baby, I’m Home” you called out when you entered the apartment but you didn’t receive an answer. “Baby?” You called out again as you went into the bedroom where you found your girlfriend sleeping with your pillow in her arms. You cooed before you got ready for bed and went to join her. She grumbled when you pulled the pillow out of her grip but shut up when she noticed your present next to her.

The next morning was like every other morning, you guys woke up, got ready then made breakfast and quickly ate before driving to the set. “So, where were you so long yesterday?” The brunette in front of you asked as you drank a sip of your coffee. “Oh, Melissa and I went to eat something and then we ran some lines” you answered with a small smile before asking how her day had been.

The moment you arrived on set Melissa pulled you away to discuss something causing Jenna to scoff before making her way to the makeup department. Jenna didn’t see you until you had to film a scene where Tara, Sam and their friends were in their apartment and you had eye contact with Sam from your window. While your girlfriend was already walking towards you to greet you with a kiss, the director had different plans as he immediately send her back so they could start filming.

She hated this, all of it. She hated the way the actress looked at you and even worse, she hated how you looked at and smiled at the other actress, it seemed too real. So the moment the scene ended she sprinted towards her trailer leaving everybody confused.

As it was your last scene for the day you had enough time to look after Jenna. “Jen?” You carefully whispered when you entered her trailer to see her sitting on a chair in the kitchen. “What’s wrong hun?” You wrapped your arms around her shoulders and kissed the back of her head causing her to melt into you. “Nothing, I was just a bit overwhelmed” it wasn’t hard to see that she wasn’t 100% truthful but you decided to give her space.

“Jenna, we need to film the next scene. Oh and y/n, Melissa wants to see you” Jasmin yelled from behind the door causing your girlfriend to jump up and walk off. But you quickly grabbed her wrist to pull her back into your arms, kissing her softly, before letting her walk away. You followed behind the two to find Melissa.

The filming has been rather weird, you barely saw Jenna as either you were spending time with Melissa or she was off doing who knows what. She barely talked to you at the moment, making it hard for you to concentrate and even worse, it made you crave physical touch. You missed her hugs and you missed the cuddles, the kisses and holding hands.

People on set seemed to notice that there was something wrong as especially Melissa and Jasmin offered you a whole lot of hugs whenever you wanted. It did ease it a bit but it was nothing compared to Jenna.

After barely seeing you for two weeks the small brunette finally decided to watch one of your scenes, possibly the worst scene she could have chosen. It took place after Tara’s and Sams fight where the older girl sat in the lobby waiting for you.

Melissa sat on the stairs playing with the rings on her fingers while you got yourself ready behind the door you’d walk through. Jenna sat on a chair behind the cameras.

As soon as the mark came you pushed the door open and went to get your mail, counting to five in your head before you made your way toward the older carpenter sister. You walked past her in a normal pace and slowed when you reached a certain mark on the floor, it gave Melissa the time to reach for your wirst and pull you back. Once you were situated in the right place she nearly threw herself at you, her hands on your shoulders pushing you against the wall while yours landed on her waist. In a matter of seconds her lips landed on yours in a aggressive and passionate kiss, you loved Melissa but it was uncomfortable. You could feel Jenna stare right through the woman.

When you parted you saw Jenna fuming and as soon as the scene was over she grabbed your hand and pulled you away. You were deeply confused by her behavior, not just today but the last weeks.

And then again you were pressed against a wall with someone’s hands on your shoulders, but this time it felt like home. Sure, the kiss wasn’t gentle or anything, it was rather the opposite. It was like she was trying to show anyone who could kiss you like that and god, did she know your buttons. In a couple of seconds your knees were bucking and you had to suppress your moans which was when she started to attack your neck.

In that moment Jenna wasn’t completely focused on you, she was making sure that Melissa saw how you melted under your touch, grinning when she was how the woman looked away embarrassedly.

You lightly pushed her away, “let’s get to my trailer okay?” This time you grabbed her hand and pulled her away. Her eyes were focused on Melissa, a wicked grin sporting her face while the other actress was rather confused.

As soon you entered the trailer she was on your neck again, biting down to leave a mark. “You’re mine” was the only thing she whispered against your neck and at that moment the lightbulb on top of your head lit up. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” You giggled as the other woman only grumbled.

After a small moment of silence she finally spoke up as she threw herself onto the bed. “How couldn’t I? She’s been taking all of your time, I barely saw you, people have taken pictures of you wan started shipping you and you guys have to kiss, like constantly” she was throwing her hands around as she was clearly frustrated.

You felt sorry for her, you didn’t know that she felt like that. You sat beside her and pulled her into you. “I’m sorry you feel that way, I didn’t know. When you distanced yourself I actually felt rather lonely and Melissa was there so I guess I used that. But I love you more than anything else, Melissa is just a friend and who cares what the fans think? I love you and that won’t change”

“I love you too”

@yourinstagramname

@yourinstagramname: the only love of my life ❤️

The next day Jenna said sorry to Melissa before making it clear one more time that you were hers. “Jenna we talked about this, and she has a boyfriend” Your girlfriends face fell and turned red. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” Let’s just say Melissa couldn’t stop laughing.

At least it was a funny story.

[mrs-snape5984]

“Take my mind and take my pain…”

“Like an empty bottle takes the rain. And heal, heal, heal….” (“Heal” by Tom Odell)

Nighttime is my favourite time of the day. Being surrounded by this natural darkness and silence (not in the way, in which I have to “mute” the world all day long by shutting the blinds and wearing noise cancelling headphones to avoid being overstimulated) makes me feel…safe. Almost content.

In some nights, I’m even strong enough to leave my room, so I can sit outside on my balcony, enjoying a fresh breeze on my face. The world is silent, there’s no car on the streets and all I see, is the Moselle glistening in the moonlight in front of me. Finally feeling human again…

During the phases of my crashes, I can’t even step outside to my balcony. Sometimes I’m desperate enough to crawl outside, when my legs are refusing to do their goddamn job even with the help of my cane! In these moments, I’m glad to be alone…without any witnesses to my humiliation.

Last night was a lost night. I passed out…again. It scares me to hell that these moments are happening more often nowadays. All I know, is that I sat down on my bed…crying from exhaustion and pain. And hours later, when I’m coming back to consciousness, I’m still in the same sitting position. There are proofs in my room, that my children must have been here…proofs like a drawing lying next to me on my bed…a plushie sitting on my coffee table, watching over me. And I know that my kids will tell me, that I didn’t wake up…no matter what they tried to do.

Yesterday a friend of mine wanted to visit me in order to enjoy a cup of tea with me in the darkness of my room. I was so excited to see her…to have someone here for a little while…to feel less lonely for a moment. My body ached so badly and my exhaustion felt like a truck, who was parking on me…so I passed out whilst I was waiting for my friend to come over. When I came back to senses, there were several text messages and several calls from her. She was upset, that I didn’t hear the doorbell, both of my phones and her knocking on the door. So, after a while, she left…and all what’s left for me is a feeling of being a total failure…a pathetic shadow of myself.

There’s still no cure for ME/CFS…and no one knows, if there’d ever be one. All I can do, is trying different things, and yet…nothing helped me. With each new crash I’m falling deeper into the void of darkness and despair. Each new crash takes its toll on me…takes a piece of me away! I’m so afraid of losing myself completely!

When I commissioned my friend @sleepybradipo for this meaningful piece of art, I begged him to make the trust between Severus and Julia - but also their despair - palpable. They’re searching for a way to heal Jules…to cure her body and her soul. Maybe the answer lies in the Dark Arts…who knows? These lovers will try anything possible in order to save her…just like I wished to be saved.

Ivano, when I got the idea for this project, I just knew, that you would be the best artist to make my dream come true. Your tender style makes my heart swell with so much love and gratitude. I adore your work and the dedication to all these marvellous details in this artwork…it’s everything, I hoped to see, when I described my idea to you. Thank you for helping me to soothe my troubled heart and mind with your beautiful art and your kind words. I’m beyond grateful that I met you here, my friend. You’re truly a blessing to me. Thank you for everything. 🥹

Oh, and please take my apologies for this chaotically worded post. My disease seems to rob the next piece of me by stealing my ability to create vivid images with my phrases (I already mentioned that in my last post).

I’m sharing my nocturnal view with you. Feel free to enjoy the Moselle at night.

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

[ask-the-royal-absol]

After some time, the trio ended up falling to sleep, though Destino’s ended up rather disjointed. The constant prophecy dreams with tears to follow did not help. That mysterious Pokémon from the previous ones ended up not being in this night’s ones. Were they going to end up having these constant dreams of the prophecy every time they fell asleep? Destino hoped it wouldn’t be the case. The tears after each were awful too. It did leave Destino feeling awfully tired when the morning came. They weren’t early enough to catch the sun rise unfortunately (a shame really, considering the spectacular beauty of the sun set). It was awfully bright however. Not so bright that they would require their black glasses to move around the castle but it was evident that they would be needed for moving around outside.

Felix was already awake when Destino arose from their slumber, leaning back on the pillow he had slept on. The conversation yesterday was tricky for him but he wasn’t going to let that overshadow his day. He sat with his arms behind his head and turned slightly towards the waking absol.

“Sleep well?” inquired Felix. He was aware Destino had some kind of dream relating to the prophecy and that it impeded their sleep. Destino groggily looked at Felix, eyes narrowing. “That bad, huh?”

“If I keep having to see these damn dreams every time I try to sleep, I think I’m going to end up with the worst possible eye-bags anyone could imagine. That’s not good Felix. Not good at all. How am I supposed to look perfect when dark grey circles rest under my eyes? Nobody can make it work.”

“Ya made it happen with that goth phase ya had.”

That made Destino shudder. “Please don’t remind me of that. Never again. That was a dark time, Felix.”

Destino began their morning routine with the items they had found in the room. It wasn’t their usual products but they could make it work. They carefully took the time to brush their fur out, though they couldn’t quite get it as straight as they liked. It took an hour for Destino to get their fur in a state which they deemed ok. They were able to find a small hand mirror to help really look at all of the smaller details.

Felix sat on the bed, deep in thought about what today would look like. How was he going to keep his best friend out of trouble if he had to constantly phase inside of different objects? He could talk to Destino whilst in the items but he wouldn’t be able to physically intervene when the time called for it. He’d have to consider that moving forward. He was also concerned about Destino moving around. He knew they had this new illusion ability. How long would it last though? Mirage said about them not using it constantly or the ability would run out. However, Destino needed to use to when travelling around. They would have to use it a lot. What if it ran out and a bunch of Pokémon saw them? What if they got noticed by a fairy type and were captured for interrogation? So many worries and not a lot he could do about it.

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Hope awoke with the memory of the dream that happened that night. She was a part of the prophecy. She hated that fact. It was so much to think about. Having to have the weight of the world on your shoulders. Having to find the rest of the Pokémon from the prophecy. Having to spend time with that damn absol. What had she done to deserve this? It was all just so much for her. Perhaps this was how Destino was feeling.

Was she going to tell them? Destino probably wouldn’t believe her anyway. Besides, the Guardian said that they were going to gain an ability that would help them see who was in the prophecy. Perhaps she should wait until then? And what about her dad? How was he going ti feel about all of this when she told him? Would he be angry? Maybe she could spin it to make it seem like her being one of the chosen ones was a good thing for their reputation. So many thought. So many feeling about everything. She had to get out this frustration.

She slowly made her way out of her bed, using the claws on her feet to put the cover back on and make her bed look neat. Her two stuffed toys, Barnaby the nighttime Teddiursa and Captain Palafin, were placed neatly on the pillows and she plodded over to the large mirror situated near her bed to look over herself. Giving her feathers a quick preen and her beak a scrub with a small brush (not something that was easily done), she went over to her punching bag - or in this case a kicking bag - and began to let out her feelings. It felt good. It was the release she needed.

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Destino, Felix and Hope are available for 6 asks.

[ishanijasmin]

the 4 horsemen of adulthood

on monday, i consumed a sainsbury’s meal deal and two cream and jam scones and forgot to drink any water until 10pm. or i didn’t so much forget as think, ‘i’m thirsty’ and then just not do tanything about it—i literally don’t know why. i explained it to three separate people today and they were all like, ‘yep, makes sense.’ ??? does it???

it’s been a long time since my self-neglect hit critical mass like that; i went to bed queasy and woke up with a headache and a bunch of my clothes from yesterday heaped in a corner because i’m nearly 30 and i can’t just not drink water for an entire day anymore without feeling it. i have to identify as nearly 30 so that when i turn 30 in six months i’m not hit with whiplash.

i remember being 15 and staying up til 3am talking to my tumblr friends in america. i remember chugging four shots one after the other and then having the time of my life as fast as possible. i remember not stretching, not wearing spf, not being worried about needing a coat. no longer! ageing is just coming to terms with the fact that you do, in fact, have needs, one essential after the next. sleep, sunlight, movement, water: the four horsemen of being an adult, shortening telomeres and all.

someone reading this might think, ‘hmm, sounds like you’re depressed.’ maybe! this year i’ve been in and out of depressive phases, of varying lengths of time—a few days to a week, usually, but sometimes a bit longer. i think part of this is that i never seem to be able to come to terms with who i am. i’m permanently in a mix of white knuckling my own life and holding it together for fear that i might explode.

this year i bought an apartment. i quit a job that was my dream, because having autonomy and not being controlled and condescended to at work mattered more to me than being purpose-driven in the end. i founded a choir, recorded an album, became a trustee, was featured in an exhibition, and went on a bunch of trips. i pulled the rug out from under myself over and over again just to feel like i was alive.

i often feel i am watching myself as a marionette, and big me is poking and prodding little puppet me with a stick, chanting, ‘change! change! change!’ just to see what happens. because i don’t know what happens. now she moves house! now she quits her job! now she starts using different pronouns! now they’ve signed up for a year long pottery class! what will they do next?! who will they become? who are they becoming right now?

a lot of things are scary and i do them anyway because i believe in jumping out of my comfort zone (me, prodding the puppet self with a cattle prod: ‘change! change! change!’). things like showing up, putting myself out there, holding space, reaching out, sending an email, public speaking—they’re the choices i make to have control over my world and my selfhood, even if they do make it feel scarier. it’s not always so deliberate—usually it’s ending something that’s no good for you anymore, which is sad, and feels forced, but choice is change as a process, not as a one off.

and if that weren’t enough, everything is so fast and so slow at the same time! the days are long, the years are short. the days are long. i don’t have much in the way of routine, which theoretically means that i probably experience less time dilation than average. i would be lying if i said the presence of a nine to five actually made me feel better, because i remember being in it, and it didn’t, but it stopped me from feeling like i am metamorphosing at light speed.

that’s the journey, and embracing it (or if not, at least holding on). from the outside, it’s sitting on the couch, going to a museum, eating a pastry for breakfast not because i can but because i can’t think of an alternative, doing admin, catching a friend for a walk, going to the charity shop and leaving empty handed, picking up a prescription, watching 3 minutes of schitt’s creek at a time, bleaching every orifice in your home to stave off fruit flies. from the inside? it’s the wildest ride. let us take a step back, look at our puppet selves, and let them breathe for a hot minute, because change is gonna come, ready or not.

[desi-yearning]

Every 19th November has its 29th June.

Bittersweet. That’s the word I had been using to describe the ODI World Cup 2023. I'd use the same to describe this T20 World Cup 2024 too. But for reasons that are poles apart.

Very few people would know and understand how much this win means to me. 19th November has done some irreparable damage, I’ve had breakdowns for months about this, wrote poems that’ll never see the light (or you’ll never know it was written about this), but most importantly, I had given up hope, completely. This one compares nothing to that world cup but this brought back the hope to me that life won’t be as good as I want it to be, but maybe it won’t be as bad as I thought it would be.

I’ve grown up. I turned 18 this month and I also had to begin saying goodbye to my hero. From defending Virat in classrooms, carrying his pictures in my bag to defending Virat on online platforms yesterday and having a poster of him in my room, I’ve come a long way with him as an idol. I know that he is going to play the other formats but this is the beginning of a series of goodbyes. I’m not ready for this. I don’t think I’ll ever be too. I love him beyond expression.

Rohit. I still do not get how people who like Virat do not like Rohit. How can you *not* like Rohit? Rohit had been one of the players I liked previously but when cricket came back to me after a few years, he came back to me stronger. Rohit started to mean so much to me especially after seeing him embrace his ‘Bhaiya’ role in the best way possible. I’ve written so much about him in the last few months, maybe more than I’ve ever written about Virat. I love him so much.

Jasprit Bumrah. The only God I believe in. The game changer. The point of difference. I could write an entire book about how amazing he is and that'll still be less. That man is the sole reason behind me starting to watch the bowling innings too. And now, I'll gladly admit that I enjoy the bowling innings more than the batting one. All because of one man, the man, the myth, the legend.

So many moments yesterday that brought me tears but nothing compares to seeing Hardik cry and talk about it all. I'm so proud to have never trolled that man for whatever has happened, it's a flex to say that I've defended him during that time. People put him through so much and I think he was the one of the people who deserved this win the most. He's a gem.

I could go on and write paras about every single one in this team. All of them are phenomenal and like Rohit and Rahul say, they played their roles exceptionally well. How Sky’s catch changed the winning probability, Arshdeep’s last over, Axar’s contribution with the bat, Kuldeep throughout the tournament. I couldn't be anymore grateful to this team for making this day possible.

It was an insane game. One of the greatest comebacks ever. I’m glad to have never stopped believing in this team. They’ve done what felt impossible at one point. This is a story I’ll tell people for generations to come. I feel so blessed to be supporting and cheering for a team like this and having the good fortune of having watched it live on a screen. I’ll never shut up about this. I’ve witnessed history.

This was my first world cup win ever since the time I started watching cricket. I still don’t think there was a specific someone who got me into cricket, this game just happened to me. And I’m so glad it did because I cannot imagine my life without cricket playing one of the biggest parts in it. Most of my best and worst memories are from watching cricket. If I had to divide my life into phases, it'd always be using cricket. Thank you Team India for all these memories. I will love you forever.

This one’s for my Tumblr people. I love each and every single one of you all so much. I was watching the match all alone in my room but yet I felt like I was celebrating with everyone else with all the live-blogging that we did. Celebrating with people is still a big dream for me as I always watch the matches alone and no one in my house really cares. But you guys made it possible, partially at least. I don’t think I’d have enjoyed the match as much as I did if not for you, my dear Tumblr mutuals. So, a big thank you to you too! <3

Love, A.

[liightsout]

the blue - part one

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✯ summary: introducting mattie and adam!! both have some news to share, one being better than the other. no danny ric content in this one, but it's coming, i promise! ✯

✯ pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!oc

✯ content warnings: none rlly, light swearing ✯

✯ now playing: you're on your own kid - taylor swift ✯

✯ series masterlist ✯

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May 2020 

“Mattie, are you even listening to me?” 

Looking up from her phone at her friend she frowned. She hadn’t been listening. Not even a little. It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested in what her friend had been saying, it was just that she had a lot on her mind.

She sighed softly “I wasn’t Adam, I’m sorry, what were you saying? Something about a new driver on the team?” 

Matilda and Adam had been friends since childhood, the pair had met on the first day of junior school. She had just moved to the small town over the summer and was starting school a complete stranger amongst all her peers.

Her mum had reassured her she’d make friends quickly, but she wasn’t so sure. Looking around the playground she could see that almost everyone already knew one another. She spent the first few hours of school that day on her own, carefully shying away from drawing too much attention to herself. 

Then came lunch break. She remembers it like it was yesterday, Adam came bounding over to her, scruffy uniform and beaming smile with a few teeth missing. He asked her if she wanted to play race cars with him. She explained nervously that she didn’t know anything about racing and he should probably ask someone else. Adam had scoffed at the idea and said that he didn’t want to play with the other kids.

Adam spent the rest of the hour lunch break explaining everything he knew about racing and telling her about his favourite driver ‘Michael Shooomacker’ and the red car he drove. 

Their friendship had lasted throughout their schooling days, all their awkward teenage phases and early adult years. It was a no brainer for the both of them to decide to move in with each other when they both found themselves in need of a home.

Rent in and around London was expensive, and there was no one on Earth either of them would rather live with. Which had proven to be a blessing when 2020 had rolled around and Covid had hit. The pair of them agreed that they would have lost their minds had they spent so many days locked inside with anyone else but each other. 

Adam had gone to University when they turned 18 and earned a degree in Mechanical Engineering, hoping to further his dream of being an engineer for one of the top Formula 1 teams when he was older. It wasn’t long before he had achieved said dream and found himself a spot on the engineering team at Mclaren.

“At least you’re honest! I said I got a call this morning from my boss,he confirmed the driver that’s going to be replacing Carlos next year. It’s Daniel Ricciardo” explained Adam, with a beaming smile.

Mattie paused trying to put a name to a face. “Which one is he?” Adam laughed “as if you don’t remember! He’s the Aussie you think is fit, the one who used to drive for Red Bull.” 

“I thought that was Mark Webber?” the girl questioned, pulling out her phone getting ready to Google the new driver her friend would be working with for the next season. Adam’s laugh got even louder “close, but not quite” he said. 

Mattie rolled her eyes and continued her Google image search. Yep, she remembered who Daniel Ricciardo was now. Adam was right; she did think he was fit. More than that, she thought he was one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen.

She looked up from her phone to the knowing eyes of her best friend “yeah I remember who he is, but anyway, irrelevant, is this a good thing for you? Are you happy?”.

Adam nodded enthusiastically “oh definitely, he’s one of my favourite drivers, getting to work with him is huge. I reckon him and Lando will be a great pairing as well, roll on 2021 as far as I’m concerned”. 

Adam had always been obsessed with Formula 1. Even from the age of 10 he had been so sure that it was the career path for him. He had spent countless hours as a teenager working in his dad’s garage and learning everything he could about cars, engines and the mechanics behind them.

This was something Mattie had always been jealous of. Not that she had also wanted to be a mechanic, definitely not that. She had been jealous of his ability to decide exactly what it was that he had wanted to do with his life, seemingly from the minute he had learnt what Formula 1 was. 

Mattie did not have the same luxury. Growing up she had toyed with many ideas about what life would have in store for her, but none that ever had really seemed to fit.

When she was 13 she had wanted to be a famous pop singer; the dream was soon crushed when a music teacher told her she could barely hold a note.

Then came fashion. She had spent a whole summer reading through every copy of Vogue she could get her hands on. Drawing up rough designs of different clothes and garments she would try and craft herself. This dream ended with a high school textiles teacher telling her that she was terrible at stitching and would never pass the class.

The list was endless, dream after dream quietly crushed by being told she would never be quite good enough. 

For a while she thought that maybe she had set her expectations too high. She wanted too much, dreamt too big. She wanted extraordinary, but needed to settle for ordinary. 

Until she had realised at the age of 17 that it had been staring her in the face her whole life. From the moment Mattie had learnt to read she had her nose in a book. She had become infatuated with literature and everything about it.

She loved that no matter what was going on around her, she could always find solace in a good book for a few hours. She loved reading about different characters who could live every life she had ever dreamt for herself. It was at the age of 17 that she decided she would study English Literature at University. 

She quickly found a job after leaving University, working for a small independent publisher. She loved her job and although she was disappointed she would never be a famous pop star, at the age of 24 she knew that it was probably for the best. 

“Well, I’m happy that you’re happy and hopefully this will be a good thing for Mclaren as well. It’d be nice to see you guys moving up in the constructors championships!” Mattie smiled at her friend who was practically buzzing with excitement at the prospect. 

“Enough about me, we’ve been talking about me all afternoon. Did you find out from your boss anymore about your job?” Mattie sighed, admittedly she had been avoiding the subject, but such was Adam that he would bring it up eventually.

She had received a call from her boss around a week ago explaining to her that due to the financial pressures Covid had placed upon the small company she worked for, that it was likely they would be liquidating the business before the month was up.

Mattie had been blissfully ignoring the issue, escaping to the dreamland in her head where everything was fine and her employment wasn’t in jeopardy. That dreamland had come crashing down around an hour prior when she had gotten an email from the CEO explaining that they were all being let go effective immediately. 

“Yeah, so, Glenn sent an email about an hour ago confirming it… bit shitty of him to do it over email, but yeah, I’m unemployed” breathing deeply Mattie held back the tears she knew were threatening to escape from her eyes.

“Oh fuck, Mattie, I’m so sorry, I can’t believe you’ve just let me sit here and tell you about all this when you’ve got this bottled inside you, why didn’t you say anything sooner? Are you ok? Do you want a hug? Or is this one of those times where if I hug you it’ll make it worse and you’ll start ugly crying? Do you want me to beat up Glenn? I’ll do it-” 

“Adam stop. I’m fine. Honestly, it sucks, and yeah I’m upset but we knew it was coming. It’s fine, I’ve got some money saved up so I’ll be alright for a little bit and I’ll start sending out CV’s to some companies and I’ve got connections now. I’ll find something, it’s just, yeah, it’s just shit” Mattie said, cutting off Adam from his rambling.

Adam was great, she knew that no matter what she could rely on him to have her back, but he did have a tendency to panic when he thought that his friend was sad.

That’s just how he was, over protective and ready to punch her boss in the face if she asked him to. 

Adam nodded, checking for signs of tears on the girls cheeks. Once he was satisfied she wasn’t going to start crying he stood up and headed for the fridge, opening the door and pulling out a bottle of rose wine he knew Mattie kept there for emergencies.

“Well, in that case, I’ll order us a pizza and what do you say we get drunk and watch a movie? I’ll even let you watch Tangled seeing as I’m such a good best friend”. Mattie grinned looking at him from the sofa. She was so glad he decided to play racing cars with her when they were kids.

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✯ authors note: hey guys! it's been a bit of a crazy couple days... as a a ferrari gal i'm still a little bit in shock and processing the news tbh. anyways, i've got like 6 days off work so i'm hoping i'll be able to post a couple updates if anyone's interested and reading. still finding my feet a bit with writing/editing again so if anyone has any (helpful) suggestions or feedback pls let me know. asks are always open and would love to chat with some of you :) ✯

[beeandheroddobsessions]

Don’t Go Away.

Warnings: Supernatural elements, dead!Elvis, Reader is trapped, psychological torture?, manipulation, Elvis is really unstable.

Summary: Reader has plans made and considering the state of house, can’t stay in it. Elvis isn’t having it.

A/N: It took me so long to decide what direction I wanted to take this in. I love love love wholesome stories but I just had to go with difficult reader/obsessive lover. Anywho, happy reading! -Bee💕

The sun peeking through the curtains and the slight breeze across your face welcomes you into a new day. As your eyes adjust and you regain consciousness, the events that took place only hours ago flood your mind. 

Maybe it was an odd dream; there's no possible way you could've met postmortem-

"Rise n' Shine, sleepin' beauty!" 

A shriek fills the room yet again, and it's apparent that last night did, in fact, happen as you remember it. You're gripping the covers for dear life, chest heaving as your heart nearly beats out of your chest.

 Elvis has always found himself funny. Making you jump sky high has him cackling so hard every few seconds it comes out as a whistle.

"Very funny." You grumble. You toss the blankets to the side and swing your legs over the bed, ignoring Elvis and his incessant laughter, to get ready for the day.

The amused booms dwindle to light chuckles as you rummage through your suitcase. Is it warm? You should dress lightly. 

"Are ya busy today, honey?" Elvis questions while catching his breath.

"With the house? Yeah, I ain't got much of a choice but to be." You reply lazily, inspecting a lavender sundress. Not for housework, you think. 

Elvis kisses his teeth, unsatisfied with what he deems a 'snarky remark,'

"No, I mean are ya leavin'?" 

The only reply you offer is a shake of the head. Something else he didn't like. The faux brunet shifts his position, standing directly in front of you. His expression falls flat, and he folds his arms.

"Now y/n, I may be dead but m'still a person. I know your mama taught you better than to ignore someone when they're speakin' to-"

Seeing where this is going has you arching a brow. Who knew he'd feel so entitled to your attention.

"I didn't ignore-"

You can't even get through the sentence before a chair comes rushing from the other side of the room and under your rump. You grip the arms of it, unsure of what just happened. The shocked, more so scared, expression painting your features phases Elvis none.

The man leering down at you breathes in through his nose before placing his hand over yours and squeezing tight.

None of this makes sense to you. Yesterday when you tried to touch him, you went right through, leaving a trail of smoke. Now you're faced with something you can feel. It's unnerving. 

When Elvis begins to speak, a real chill is sent down your spine."  

"Honey, I understand it's early and I gave ya a bit of a fright. That don't mean you get ta be rude to me in my own damn house,” He pauses to take in a breath, eyes stilled trained on you.

“I don't give a damn how much money you spent to get your hands on it. I am trapped here, not you. I'm the one stuck in these walls forever. Not. You."

You're shaking like a leaf. Figuring he's finished, you open your mouth. Elvis holds up a finger, wanting to be sure you understand what he is saying. 

"I know the ins n' outs of this place like the back of my goddamned hand. Don't you cross me twice, sugarplum, wouldn't want you to get lost."

With those striking blues locked with your own eyes, all you can do is nod as you begin to sputter.

"I—M'sorry, Elvis I-" 

As if a switch was flipped, the man before you flashes one of his infamous crooked smiles and clasps his hands together, returning to the drapes.

"No harm done! What'd ya have planned for today?"

The sudden change in demeanor leaves you feeling uneasy. On top of that, you're still reeling at the fact that he could, no…can touch you.

In truth, you didn't know if you could stay here. Aside from the fact that there is a dead musician constantly traversing what was supposed to be your home, it's too dangerous to be in this house right now.

And your mama really was right about the loose beams. Every now and again, the house settles, and you nearly shit yourself at the idea of it collapsing. 

You texted her about it before falling asleep and she all but demanded you crash at hers until the house was stable.

With your eyes laser focused on the floor, you stammer out your plans before you can be reprimanded again.

"W-well, m'gonna head to the hardware store n' see about pricing to get the floors redone. Come back here, fix what I can until dinner, then get some clothes ready and-"

Elvis can't help how his ears perk up at the word' clothes.' Why would you come back for clothes? Were you going somewhere else? A girl like you shouldn't be out after dark. But his curiosity won't leave him be.

"Clothes for what sugar?" 

The question seems genuine to you like he really is just curious. Elvis knows that's only half of it. You are the only one in years that's come to Graceland and treated it like what it was, someone's home.

Maybe it's the lack of interaction or how you care so much for his home; either way, Elvis isn't all that pleased with the idea of you leaving. Even so, he awaits your answer.

"Oh, m'stayin' with mama for a while. Least till the house is structurally sound. She and I both think it's a little…hazardous." You explain.

When you don't hear a response back, a chuckle escapes you. How ironic. You stand from the chair and realize Elvis isn't even in the room. You shrug and head to the bathroom, a shower calling your name.

When you make your way out and begin to get ready, the lights flicker. Ha-ha, you think.

Once dressed for the day, you leave the room and descend the stairs, keys in hand, headed straight for the door. You turn to call out a quick goodbye to your impromptu roommate, but still no response.

You huff and turn back. When you do, the door isn't in front of you anymore. Instead, you're in the kitchen. Weird. You know for a fact that you walked straight to the door. You spin on your feet, itching to leave now.

This place makes you feel crazy. As you step forward, the scene in front of you rotates; the whole house just shifts before your eyes. Now, you stand in the front room. 

If you could, you'd pick your jaw up off the floor. After standing for a moment, the dash you make for the door should be a record. And yet, the door is pulled out of reach. What would typically be a ten-foot walk stretches into a hallway about a mile long.

 Were you on something? Not enough sleep? You don't remember taking anything. Instead of wasting your time getting to the end of this… new tunnel, you try the back door. As you shuffle through the house. 

You're meters away and think for just a second that you were just trippin'. When you pull it open, what you see makes your stomach somersault. It was just eleven-thirty, and your day had barely started, so why was it pitch-black outside? 

"What the fuck?" You say to no one in particular. Stepping out, you look around, absolutely baffled. You take a few steps backward, placing your hand behind you on the knob or where it should've been. Quizzically, you look behind you. The house was fucking gone. 

Nothing lies in front of you except the porch and what seems to be a perfect circle of trees. You're closed in, trapped, and you can do nothing about it.

"No—no, fucking way." Your breathing becomes rapid, and you can't help but wonder if your ghoulish friend has anything to do with this. You conclude that a regular ghost couldn't do something this extreme. 

At this point, you didn't know what to do. You felt defeated. Plopping down on the porch was the only option you had left. There is no way in hell you're taking your black ass into the surrounding woods. 

Your head finds a home in your hands, and frustration gets the best of you. Tears sting in your eyes, and a soft whimper leaves your lips. 

"I j-jus wanted to go see ab-bout the fucking carpet," you hiccup. 

"I told you how I felt about ladies swearin'." A deep, butter-smooth voice chimes.

You lift your head so quickly it could've flown off your shoulders. The front door is just past the man before you.

Sun is shining through the windows, and you aren't on the porch; you're on the stairs. Confusion doesn't begin to scratch the surface of what you're experiencing. 

Your mind couldn't have played a trick this bad on you. Something like that only happens in movies.

"Elvis? Where the—" You clear your throat and correct yourself when you notice the stern look on his face.

"Did you see any of what just happened?" 

The singer chuckles and squats down to eye level, "Course honey, gave me quite a laugh watchin' ya try and figure out this maze."

You tilt your head. Maze?

"What're you talkin' about El-"

He shakes his head, "Honey, don't you think if I coulda walked out that door I would've?" 

When he says this, you nearly vomit. You walk straight through his chest, prepared to rerun the same routine, but you pause for a moment.

"Elvis, you stay where I can see ya." You command. 

He shrugs his shoulders and does as you ask, "Didn't know ya liked lookin' at me. M'flattered."

You roll your eyes and move toward the door. Again, you end up in the kitchen. When you approach the entrance, the house does what it did before and spins on itself.

Elvis doesn't understand why you'd do this twice when once is enough to make someone nauseous. Tenacity has always been one of your best qualities though. 

When you head for the back door, Elvis rests a hand on your shoulder, spinning you around to face him.

"Baby, ya can't leave. Don't waste your time."

You scoff; he can't be serious. 

"Mama left, the movers left, so why can't I?"

Elvis purses his lips, irritated because you won't just drop it. 

"Honey, seriously. Just have a seat, we can-"

"No, I need to go. There's gotta be someway out, Elvis. I ain't stay-"

Elvis's hand meets the wall near your head, mood shifting. The anger ever-present in his eyes lets you know he means business. You fail to realize the sourer he gets, the worse the house's condition.

It's a peculiar thing to watch. The paint on the walls peels in time with the rise and fall of his chest; the lights flicker as his eyes dart across your face. As his face reddens, it gets a bit dimmer. 

“Y/n, last warnin’. Don't interrupt when m'speakin', darlin'."

His darkened orbs bore into yours, searching for defiance. When he is confident you'll keep quiet, his breathing begins to regulate, and he takes a step back, adjusting his shirt a bit.

"This house is structurally sound, and you will stay here tonight. For now, just relax."

The air is thick, making it hard to breathe, even harder to speak.

 "I can't do that Elvis. Look at what just happened…" You whisper, hoping the soft tone won't set him off again.

He almost deflates when he realizes shaking you up didn't do as much as he thought it would. Who gets put through something like that and decides to be difficult?

Y/n L/n, that's who.

 It was starting to bother him; you were clueless about his trickery and capabilities. You should be weeping at the fact that everything is back to normal, and yet here you are, still trying to leave.

He could always make it harder for you to get off the grounds. Keep the illusions going. It's never worked in his favor, though. Everyone dies running from him. Usually, Elvis couldn't give two shits. 

But he already met your daddy; your mama is sweet and kind. And you, well, in Elvis's eyes, the only woman besides his mama to love him without question.

It was the house you fell for, and you could preach it all day long up and down the streets if it made you happy. Elvis wouldn't buy it for half a second, though.

 Why else would you go through the trouble of ensuring everything was untouched? Why would you keep everything he liked? Why buy a dying house you can't afford, if not to save him? 

Elvis saw through your coverup, and in his mind, you love him, and you're staying.

"Honey, you're the first person to…" He sighs, thinking of a way to make you understand that you belong here with him. 

"Don't go away, y/n. I ain't seen anybody worth seein' in years. Jus' spend some time with me? Hm? It don't seem too likely you'll leave soon anyway."

You ponder for a moment. If Elvis is right, there is no leaving anytime soon. In which case, it couldn't hurt to have company.

"Altight. But, ya promise to help me figure this mess out later on?" You ask

Elvis chuckles, not because what you said was funny, but because you have no clue what you've gotten yourself into.

"Of course, Sugarpie.”

Taglist: @powerofelvis @prayerstopresley @re3kin

[evvlevie]

MANIFESTATION / LUCID DREAMING / SHIFTING SUCCESS STORY!!!!

EVIE HIIII 🫶 happily entering your answering box with a success story that happened today INVOLVING the implementation of something you posted recently!!

I woke up at 6:38am this morning after lucid dreaming & making a portal to shift to my intended reality IN IT!!! IM SO SO HAPPY OML. Master shifter Master Manifestor Master Lucid dreamer‼️‼️

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LUCID DREAM + SHIFT TO HOME

I’ll start from yesterday + recently

The other day I read your recent post how you’ve had this little spray bottle beside your bed and before you sleep you spray it on you 4 times and say “this is my shifting spray, I will now shift tonight” and I DO have a little bottle of spray water on my bedside table I thought this was cute I should do this!! and implement it in my routine!! This was like 3 days? Ago? I did it consistently every night.

Then last night/ morning when I slept at like 2am? I felt drawn to my new dragons blood crystal I got recently, even though this Crystal I hadn’t cleansed and changed it yet, since it was the beginning of Yule as well and I’d just meditated prior I decided I’ll do a quick cleanse and charge so I can use it. I usually fall asleep holding a Crystal in either hand - one being my labradorite absolutely connected to me and one being whatever I felt drawn to. So I quickly cleansed and charged it then I sprayed my little bottle of water 4 times & said “this is my shifting spray I will now shift tonight.”

Four other things to note -

1. I have insanely impressive dream recall

2. I have briefly lucid dreamt before but not as intense/proper as this

3. Lucid dreaming method of shifting like creating a portal in your lucid dream to shift I’ve always thought was cool but never fully fully tried to do it because I’ve always believed that intent is the only thing you need to shift so just sleep with the intent to wake up whenever I’m not a big fan of “methods”

4. And finally for the last week or so I’ve begun doing reality checks every day not being phased by how fast or long I began lucid dreaming (detached from outcome like I wasn’t TRYING to lucid dream for my shifting immediately I just began doing it KNOWING that it’d happen!)

NOW we get to my dream part, I go to sleep dream and dream and dream

TW: next part mentions the term abuser

SO I was at my abusers house in the dream (whom I’ve now moved out/away from because I deserve the best!!) and they were doing a range of abusive things. I went into my room and stopped, I thought- wait I thought I already escaped them? Referring to my waking life how I HAD escaped them manifested living in a better place!! When I realised this I looked down at my hands and pushed my right hand through my left (my fav reality check) and it went through & disappeared. I then counted 4 on my left and 5 on my right

I KNEW I was dreaming. I became lucid !!! I know many people forget they want to shift when they become lucid so I was grateful that I didn’t forget and it was one of my first thoughts. To further confirm that I was dreaming I grabbed a pen and tried writing my name on my palm and it came out as a different name entirely?? Astrid. It was hard to read. Then I begun my portal moving my hands in my doctor strange type opening portal way saying “open portal to *DR NAME* open portal to my home *DR NAME*” like I practiced and I thought about how I want to try get my portal done quickly because I remembered that one story about a girl who became lucid then all these bad things started happening to her in it😭 I knew I was lucid dreaming and I knew the goal was to shift to my home!!

MY PORTAL OPENED. to some random place, I kept focusing on it and repeating “open portal to my home in *DR PLACE*” it glitched to a different place, this beautiful forest that did indeed look similar to home but there was a building with turned edges so when I awoke I believed that that was to like japan or something. I was SO SO close to shifting to my home through my lucid dream SO close. Then I woke up at 6:38am and I messaged my friend all about it immediately after it happened. I was so SO SO HAPPY.

Additionally, I explained how I held my new Crystal when I slept earlier because one of the benefits of dragons blood is massive assisting in manifesting one’s dreams / desires + opens 3rd eye + assisting in lucid dreaming & dream work WITH the combination of my labradorite’s endless assistance with raising consciousness helping with reality shifting manifesting etc etc etc. I’ve also been recently adding in “I lucid dream every night” into my affirmations lately manifesting so máster manifestor at work 😮‍💨😮‍💨‼️‼️literally manifested that instantly. (Like I always do)

SO I LUCID DREAMT. LIKE A PROPER PROPER LUCID DREAM AND I WAS A JUMP AWAY FROM HOME. A JUMP. A PORTAL A JUMP. SO INSANELY CLOSE

I had to come share it with you because I think you’ll find it interesting that I implemented what you’d begun doing with the spray and sentence intent into my routine and had success!!

Do you or do you have any post or does anyone reading this have any advice for shifting through lucid dreaming?? I honestly haven’t read much to at all about how to do it I just knew you could open portals to shift in them. I opened my portal and was repeating my intent- it looked like it was trying to get there but it was showing other places- does one just continue that? Any advice? :)

Also it shows how instant manifestation is and how I’d detached from the outcome and it came.

And if anyone is reading this needing motivation “your actions today create tomorrow’s future” you can literally have anything and be anything you want, it’s all going to work out I promise!!

ANYWAY THATS ALL

❤️‍🔥YOU EVIE

Xoxo

- Master Manifestor, Reality shifter & Lucid Dreamer of the multiverse.

HIIIIII ❣️❣️❣️

I AM SO STOKED FOR YOU !!!!!!

I am so happy that my „routine“ inspired you, and that you got so incredibly close to shifting 😻😻😻

unfortunately I have zero experience when it comes to shifting through lucid dreaming, especially because usually when I become aware that I am dreaming I automatically wake up, so it‘s definitely not my method of choice.

I am glad tho, to see that my message, that you manifest as soon as you just let the universe do its thing, has helped you on this journey ❤️❤️❤️

thank you so so so much for your story, and happy shifting 😽❤️

yours in every reality,

Evie <3

[theriddlettesblog]

Home Runner, a Team Fortress 2 fanfiction

Chapter 2

Six a.m. eventually rolls around and Scout’s dollar store alarm clock goes off. The man gets out of bed and puts the clothes he left on the floor the previous night back on and heads out to work.

Today, the teams are sent to Dustbowl to fight over the gravelled territory (which is inherently worthless in terms of generating income for either team’s company). History repeats itself as Scout spends the setup time before the match zoned out thinking to himself. He goes over his interactions from the start of yesterday’s match to late lastnight when Miss Pauling called him. He has indeed been acting differently lately, but he still doesn’t know why.

Up to the start and through the entire mission, Scout remains in a daze, everything he experiences feels surreal, like the dreams he doesn’t have anymore. The screaming and rocket jumping phase right through him, everything circling around his head, but he sees none of it. Without realization, Jeremy is standing right in the middle of the battlefield, doing nothing like a single tree planted in a forest that’s burning down. Much to everyone’s surprise, RED and BLU, nothing touches him, not a bullet, nor a rocket, nor a sticky bomb moves a single fiber on his shirt. The battle rages on for another two and half minutes and once again, RED is victorious. As soon as The Administrator declares the round over, the teams head back to their respective bases. Scout, still unaware of his surroundings, follows suit, grabs a single Bonk from the fridge, and heads home once again.

For the entire following week, each day's events perfectly mimic today’s: alarm goes off, Scout goes to work, match begins, Scout stands idle in battle but leaves unharmed, Scout goes home, Miss Pauling calls Scout, Scout says nothing, alarm goes off. He’s stuck in a rut and feels he can’t change anything about the hole he’s been dug into. However, on day eight, in a vain attempt to better his bitter feelings toward life, Scout doesn’t leave his room at all. He lays in bed, wide-eyed and staring at his motionless broken ceiling fan, three hours past when he should have shown up at work, headset buzzing nonstop. Unbeknownst to Scout, nobody from his team is calling him, Miss Pauling is the one pinging the head-mounted radio, cursing at herself and begging him to answer, but he’ll never hear any of it. Hours later, due to ceaseless calls, the batteries in the Bottle Cap die, leaving Scout in stiff indestructible silence.

Hours, or perhaps days, pass without Jeremy’s notice as he has no way to tell time in his darkened hovel of a room simply by staring at an unmoving air mover. He slips in and out of sleep without his own awareness for he does not maneuver in any way nor does he feel any more rested upon his numerous awakenings.

After however long it takes to break the stillness in the room, a knock is heard at Jeremy’s door. Shattering his conscious/unconscious trance, he gets out of his cot and walks to the closed doorway. Scout opens it but sees no one even when he checks down both directions of the hall. His tired bloodshot eyes drift to the floor and he spots a small package of two AA batteries. Scout bends down and picks up the tiny gift before shutting the door of which is in bad need of an oiling. Jeremy’s blank expressionless stare glazes over the batteries after he sits back down onto his place of mostly undisturbed rest. He thrusts his arm to toss the box onto the table in front of his yellow sweat-stained mattress but prevents himself from letting go when he sees his Bottle Cap’s headset. A moment of hesitation passes by before Scout removes the batteries in the radio and replaces them with the two he had just received. The single headphone immediately begins ringing so the tired sprinter answers.

“Hello?” Jeremy asks in an exhausted voice.

“Scout?” Miss Pauling asks in return.

“Yeah?” Jeremy confirms.

“Scout!” The woman replies, ecstatic at the fact that the runner is not deceased despite her worst suspicions. The man’s eyes light up but the ends of his mouth do not move. “God! Don’t scare me like that! Do you know what I’ve been through? I thought you were dead!” Pauling yells in a mostly happy tone.

“No, but I’ve gotten pretty close.” Scout responds, eyelids returning to their half-opened state.

The overly-jovial assistant almost entirely ignores that statement from Jeremy and goes on, “We need to talk, like, about a lot of things, Scout.”

A moment passes. “Okay,” The speedster lets out in a fatigued breath while putting on the headset as well as his glasses, getting ready for a long arduous conversation. He then continues, “yeah, what do you need to know, Miss Pauling?”

The young woman begins to compose herself as is audible to Scout through the sound of her shifting in her seat attempting to organize her thoughts into cohesive words, “First off,” she begins with a wary voice, “how are you feeling?” Jeremy is taken aback by this premiere question, expecting her to instead ask why he hadn’t been at work for however long nor said anything to her leading up to this call.

“Uh,” Scout pauses, trying to think of a believable answer akin to the kind of person Miss Pauling knows him as.

You know what? Screw it.

“Not good, really not good.” Scout answers, half-expecting the assistant on the other end of the call to shrug it off and tell him to buck up.

“Yeah, I kinda noticed, everyone has noticed, Scout. I just wanted you to be honest with me but more importantly, yourself.” The runner is stunned by the level of compassion coming from the same woman who was tasked to kill him for pressing a button three months prior. Still dumbfounded by this response, Jeremy remains silent, mouth open forming words, but releasing no sounds.

An entire minute of weighted silence goes by with Pauling eventually ending it, “Do you want to talk about any of it, Jeremy?” Scout’s astonishment intensifies at the sound of the only woman he respects more than his mother using his first name as if they were friends, which he so desperately hoped they were despite their recent lack of meaningful communication.

“I,” Scout begins to reply without a single notion moving through his mind but eventually, one pops in, “I don’t even know what it is.” He was being genuinely honest, he didn’t know what he was feeling and couldn’t much less talk about it. Without a second string of thoughts, Scout follows up, “Can you just, give me some time to think about all this? I need to figure out what’s goin’ on so I can, you know, talk about it. Tell The Administrator she can dock my pay and penalize me all she wants, it really doesn’t matter anymore.” Jeremy recognizes that no amount of money or hats would help him think this through, so why should he care if he gets paid or not?

“Sure, Scout. Take all the time you need, I’ll wait until you want to talk. I’ll also make sure Helen doesn’t send anyone to kill you. I know you said you’re good with any kind of penalty but I don’t think you meant death.” Pauling brings this up just to be certain that Scout does not actually want to die and this move ultimately puts him in a corner to give her a clear answer.

“Well, yeah, I really didn’t mean death,” Pauling breathes a silent breath of relief to the confirmation that the person she cares the most about wants to stay alive. “I meant she can cash out all my nicest hats if she wanted to.”

“Right, yeah, got it.” the woman replies, still calming down from the unpleasant thought of Scout being okay with dying. Scout releases a tired sigh and thanks Miss Pauling for the call then hangs up after she tells him things will be okay. The sprinter takes off his headset and places it gently down on the small table in front of him. He then lays back on his bed to begin to streamline the flood of numbing sensations that were flowing through his small body into words.

Another sigh escapes him, “Where to start?”

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[youre-ackermine]

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"Best Valentine's Day ever?" asks one of your coworkers.

You are relaxing in the break room after a long meeting, trying to blabber tension away with your colleagues over a cup of coffee & sweets. The question takes you off guard & you almost choke on the delicious chocolate you just gobbled.

You swallow your mouthful.

"Well, yesterday I guess," you reply with a shy smile as a faint blush tints your cheeks.

You'd been dating Jean for a few years before finally getting married a couple months ago. "Honeymoon phase doesn't survive daily routine" you'd heard countless times, but nothing was less true regarding your loving husband & you in your opinion.

Jean has always been a caring, attentive boyfriend & fiancé but nothing compares to the way he makes you feel loved ever since your wedding. The man seems to spoil you more every day. Valentine's Day is no exception & you revel in the memory of yesterday.

Jean decided to take care of every one of your needs & desires. He wants you to feel how much it means to him to wake up beside you every morning. His wife. His. Forever.

He managed to convince you to take a day off & enjoy the special holiday with him.

He wakes up before you & prepares breakfast with your favourite pancakes recipe, his mother's actually. He found some strawberries, your fruit of choice, on his way home from work yesterday. They're not in season but he smiles at the thought of how delighted you'll look when you see the little bowl on the breakfast tray. He adds a bit of whipped cream on the side, a cup of tea, & everything seems perfect for his perfect wife.

Of course, he wakes you up peppering your face with soft kisses, smoothing your tousled locks out of your face with gentle strokes of his fingers. Still sleepy, you smile at him as he gazes at your features.

He tells you how cute you are with your messy bed hair. He tells you how much he loves you & how lucky he is to wake up every morning beside the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

He cups your face & kisses you slowly, tenderly on the lips. He slips under the sheets & takes you in his arms, coaxing you into staying a little longer in bed, taking care of you in the sweetest & most pleasurable ways.

His kisses, his strokes, the words he whispers in your ear, every little thing he does leaves you flustered like a teenager, butterflies fluttering in your chest. You sense, you know he feels the same when he holds you tight, burying his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent, & nothing is better than this moment of bliss.

The whole day is dedicated to you, the love of his life. Ask him anything & he happily complies. Running a warm bath, massaging you, taking you out for a walk or a boat ride on the lake near your house, preparing a delicious meal, cuddling on the couch, anything for the lady of his dreams. Anything for his princess.

He keeps the gifts simple but thoughtful. A beautiful bouquet of white tulips, those books you spotted the other day at the antique shop, your favourite macarons from the French pâtisserie in town & a piece of jewellery nicely wrapped in fabric to remind you how much he loves you.

You feel cherished, you feel spoiled, you feel loved -& you love him back so much. You can't wait to spend a lifetime beside this wonderful man. Your man. Yours.

Heart pounding in your chest & cheeks flushing pink, you snap out of the sweet memories with a soft smile.

Only to see all your coworkers' eyes fixed on you, waiting for your next words.

"Yeah, yesterday was definitely the best Valentine's Day ever!"

Moodboard, header & dividers: @youre-ackermine

Requested by: Eliza @postwarlevi 🌹

A/N: White tulips symbolize true love & eternal devotion, as well as a fresh start in a relationship // English is not my usual language // Click on the moodboard for better quality

[lilly-chou-chou]

Barbie: An essay. Accepting Hyperfeminity

A Film Beyond Feminism

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Yesterday I had the biggest privilege to watch Barbie and it really got me thinking that I do indeed have a lot of things to say about it. This purely how I feel and all of my emotions that I am pouring into the screen, some may agree some may not and that is okay.

Phase one : Feminism, Love & War

The theme of the film is indeed feminism but what a lot of people are not talking enough about or overlooking is the fact what a huge impact being girly had been over the years, since the 90's to 2000's the whole plot of girly being associated with being a bimbo really made a lot of women hate or look down upon being a girly girl. To this day even after the release of the film I do feel sorry to say but there are still a lot of people especially women who feel uncomfortable to be girly, they are afraid of being judged for being not smart enough or not being able to be taken seriously.

This whole hate has extended even towards disney princessess. So many parenting books, videos and even women themselves hating on disney princess just because a man saved them when as a matter of fact disney characters go way beyond man saviour. Cinderella just wanted to go to ball and enjoy, despite being in an abusive household she still loved and appreciated people around her she didn't let bad things influence her, if someone says this is toxic positivity then I have to disagree because she genuinely didn't seem delusional. She was smart, witty, cracked jokes, used sarcasm and found peace in talking to animals. This to me at least is mentally strong not toxic positivity. Ariel just wanted to see the human world but she just happened to fall in love along the way, Belle loved the beast because she taught him how to be free from his own demons, she saw, she taught, she gave him the warmth and love he was lacking.

Other thing is people always look down upon love, my question is why shouldn't there be love? One can be independent and yet still be in love. One can dream and still be in love. People these days are so heartbroken and bitter they have shut themselves off of the whole love scene but might I say that love is more than just romantic feelings, love can be between parents and a kid, love can be between you and your dreams/passion/goals, love can be between you and your pet, love can be between you and the stuffed animal toy you have had since you were a baby, love can even be with knowing when you come home everything is same as it was and it can even be when it comes to changes.

I do believe and hope that after the impact of this film people especially women aren't afraid to be girly because a woman who is girly, love shopping, getting nails done, lives for colour pink, does makeup is just as much of a feminist as a woman who opposes the girly girl spectrum.

Phase two: I Kennot even

Ken was one of the most well written second lead character, I cannot stress on this enough. How I see the film is that in the beginning Barbie land was actually never really equal per say because the playout of it was so co dependent, yes, I understand that was the intention but I would love to dive deeper. Barbie land is the opposite of real world so just like in the real world the power disbalance was so real. I was really reminded of those days when all men did was work and women weren't allowed to do anything so they just longed for their husbands ro return from work. They dresses up for them, made plans for them and practically lived for them. I loved this scene so much because it really showed that Greta knows about feminism because indeed feminism means women and men are equal and either disbalance can really cause a huge harm and we saw that when kens were constantly fighting for all barbie's approvals and lived life through their partners.

When ken went to real world, he was exposed to patriarchy and for once when he saw men being valued he ran with it, the whole reason he even did patriarchy to Barbie land was just to get Barbie's attention when he said "it doesn't feel nice does it" and "when I came to know patriarchy wasn't about horses I instantly lost all interest" shows that he did all of that just so Barbie notices him.

In a way, well like my opinion I see both Barbie and Ken as victims.

Barbie has been shammed by extremist over the years because people think Barbie has unreleastic body but no one see the fact that barbies were created to give girls hope, Barbie has all the careers and can be huge inspiration to little girls everywhere that a girl can be beauty and brains. Barbie was never about making little girls feel bad they were meant to see as "bad" all because of extremists.

Ken was indeed just created to be Barbie's boyfriend and indeed lives up to the name "just Ken" but this film really made us feel his importance too! Towards the end when kens finally have a job assigned by president they have somewhere to start and have their own identity. They will be more than just kens and partners.

Phase three: Conclusion

Both of them had their own journey of self discovery, both of them also had break downs, gave up and kens made bad decisions but they didn't know any better but along the way they really grew up and mentally became mature.

Greta really knows what she did and really captured the prefect ambiance of what needs to be showed. She really gave both characters such depth and love, she really is very talented and I love her for making a film that goes beyond feminism, it is much more than women empowerment. This film not only showed us strong woman power but also showed that patriarchy is taught never learned, people don't know any better, power of influence and accepting women for wanting traditional life as well as accepting who opposes.

I will forever be in favour for this brilliant film. Much love to Greta, cast and behind the scenes cast and of course the colour pink.

[writeforfandoms]

mmmm what abooouuuuuuttttt Let's say Flight!

As soon as I saw this word, I knew exactly what to write.

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John looked down at his dragonet, blue as the sky. She was still little, still uncoordinated, but she'd grow.

Hopefully she wouldn't go through a chewing phase. Someone would have warned him of that... right?

Huffing softly, he crouched down next to her, already entranced with her eyes. "Yer a beautiful wee thing," he murmured affectionately.

She blinked at him, chirruping at him. She butted her head into his hand with easy affection.

"Won't be so wee for long," he mused, stroking gentle fingers down her neck. "Won't be that long before we can fly, hm?"

Personally, he was looking forward to the day. He remembered his first flight like it was yesterday - the rush of the wind, Ilsbet steady and strong under him. He'd been craving more of that since then, more of that rush, more of that freedom.

And the accumulation of those dreams lay on his feet like a scaly canine, eyes drooping, ready to nap.

[zkylearnstherope]

I finally got out of my depression phase, yay.

Thank you, thank you for the support. I can never fully process that I have people that are this nice around me.

In my very emotional state of mind, all I could do was cry. I even cried because of a bad dream, which I never do. And I also cried a lot because of the arts you guys did for me. Once again, thank you for that. I cannot stress how much I needed them. And you guys' timing are the best.

By the way, I call it a phase because it sucks, and I don't want it to last too long. This time, it took a few weeks, hence the lack of art posts. Ughh

So yesterday, I suddenly got the urge to draw for real. But, the damn potato pc decided to break down.

So, here are a few doodles I did on MS Paint for the past few weeks. I can't show you everything though. Heheh.

And here's my favorite one, from the whiteboard.

Collaboration with @lakedo